Chapter 156 Your Majesty, do you want to try it? The ninth day of August is a beautiful day.
Looking out from the palace of Yong Kingdom, you can look up to see the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the wild geese are flying south. Looking down, you can see the densely dyed forests, greenery and flowing gold.
While the flags of various colors were waving, the escorts wearing brand-new clothes were in high spirits; whether they were important officials of the court or ordinary people, everyone was respectful and eager to look forward to it.
looking forward to, looking forward to...
The door that opened first was not the small door of an ordinary house, but the broad main entrance of Dayong Palace under the eaves where the auspicious beast Yayu lived.
The doctor's orders filed out and headed towards the formations on both sides. The courtiers standing on the imperial street to greet the bride saw their familiar figures.
The black dress with red in the black symbolizes the most sacred colors of the gods; the crown is slightly raised and the clothes are neat; the leather belt is tied in front of the waist, the twelve chapters are shining brightly, and the jade sword is among the clothes. Flashing; His Majesty Yong Guo stands tall and majestic.
"It's Your Majesty!"
"Why did His Majesty come out?"
"Could it be..."
The civil and military officials standing solemnly on the imperial street did not dare to make any mistakes and quickly knelt down to pay their respects.
However, Zhao Zheng did not respond.
He stepped out, without taking a car or a sedan, and walked step by step towards the Jiang family's small house.
In front of him and behind him were officials and civilians kneeling down. Li Wenzhou, who was following from a distance, was panting.
Zhao Zheng waits for no one and responds to no one.
He's out of time.
Before long, he would lie down with heartache, vomiting blood, and weakness.
When you wake up again, it will be tomorrow.
Maybe he won't die tomorrow, and he's not someone who cares about auspicious times.
He just - just wanted to marry her and couldn't wait a moment.
The past time echoed in Zhao Zheng's mind like the lines spread out on the water.
The first time I saw her, she had just killed someone, her dress was splattered with blood, but her expression was cold and fearless.
I thought she was just an interesting girl who cooked delicious food and was good at cooking, but I didn't expect that she could win a game in the palace and become a blockbuster.
He has seen a lot of smart women, but there is only one in the world who can sacrifice the possibility of escape to protect him in a fire.
What a privilege to be protected by you.
How rare it was to hear her say that in order to end the 500 years of melee at the palace where envoys from various countries were being entertained, "the war must be ended with war and the world unified."
At that time, he couldn't control his feelings and hugged her while she was talking freely.
Later, they once returned home together after getting drunk in Luoyang. He also saw her crying sadly when she lost her father. When he saw her carrying the coffin back together, it felt like a large piece of his heart had been ripped away.
Whether it was Zheng Guo's oath to heaven in front of the canal or the state entrustment of presenting a jade seal, they could not express his feelings.
And he was obviously about to die, but she gave him a child.
He owed her too much and could give her too little.
Then let him walk over, use these feet that have traveled to the seven countries, and go to the door to welcome his bride like an ordinary person.
From then on, in this limited life, we have raised eyebrows and helped each other.
Jiang Ben, who was sitting on the horse and waiting, gradually became uneasy. When Zhang Yuan, who had gone to inquire about the news, came back, he quickly lowered his head and asked, "What's going on at home?"
"I heard that the door of Her Royal Highness the Princess's residence has not been opened." Zhang Yuan said.
"My sister won't open the door?"
Jiang Ben tried his best to lower his voice, but couldn't hide the surprise on his face.
How is this going?
Don't want to get married? Are you going to regret your marriage? Jiang Ben calculated the people he had brought with him, and it seemed that they were not enough to fight with the Wei army, so he took his sister to escape.
"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" Jiang Ben was a little annoyed and secretly pressed the dagger at his waist. "My sister refused to see me yesterday. I thought it was some custom of the Yong Kingdom."
"I know where Her Royal Highness the Princess went yesterday." Zhang Yuan said.
Jiang Ben leaned half over and almost fell off his horse.
"where?"
"I heard that His Highness kicked open the doors of several drug stores in the early morning and brought back several kinds of medicine. He even bought a small fat pig, saying that there was a medicine that needed to be killed to extract the heart."
"medicine?"
Jiang Ben's heart suddenly lifted.
He knew about Jiang He's pregnancy and also knew that Zhao Zheng was who took this medicine?Sister?Is the fetus unstable and unable to leave the house? "Oh my great nephew!"
Jiang Ben yelled and turned his horse around, but the dowry he brought was too much, and a hundred carriages were surrounded by people watching the excitement, making it difficult for him to move.
Jiang Ben simply abandoned his horse and walked, pushing forward.
The crowd, so crowded that they almost trampled on each other, didn't care who he was, pushing and complaining about him running back and forth.
But before Jiang Ben moved a few steps, he suddenly saw the guards kneeling down, the wedding envoys kneeling down, and even the people stepped back and knelt down with fear on their faces.
Suddenly there was a large area of empty space in the field of vision.
On the suddenly clear road, he saw Zhao Zheng walking towards this side.
Did something really happen? Jiang Ben's heart dropped, as if falling into a lightless abyss.
Then he has to walk faster, faster than Zhao Zheng.
Jiang Ben walked forward, but unfortunately the kneeling people were still blocking the way, and Zhao Zheng had already passed him and disappeared in front of him.
The house door is closed.
Zhao Zheng stood outside the door, stopped the doctor from knocking on the door, stepped forward personally, and knocked on the mahogany door.
"Ah He," he said warmly, "I'm here to greet you." There was the sound of chaotic footsteps inside, and then the door opened, and Zhao Zheng saw a middle-aged man with a completely disfigured face standing inside the door.
"Zongjun." He looked calm and nodded, "Where is Ahe?"
Zongjun hurriedly knelt down and saluted. Somehow, he couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.
The way His Majesty looked at him was exactly the same as before.
He likes this exact sameness and is grateful for this exact sameness.
Zongjun replied: "His Royal Highness is in the backyard, and the slaves are not allowed to disturb him."
The slaves are not allowed to disturb.
Fortunately, he is not a slave.
"Let's lead the way."
Zhao Zheng stepped in, his heart rising and falling.
The small house was full of joy.
The trees are not high, but red and black wedding ropes are tied around their waists; the road is smooth, and red coins for good luck are scattered on the road; the servants and slaves are all wearing brand new clothes, and their drooping sleeves are very long. They must have received the money from the stewards. Bounties distributed.
Zhao Zheng smiled and endured the pain in his chest and abdomen.
He has been awake for an hour today, and he doesn't know if he can survive until he can marry Jiang He back to the palace.
The courtyard door was closed, Zhao Zheng pushed the door open, but held on to the doorframe, his breath stagnated for a moment, and then he swallowed slowly.
The blood that welled up from deep in his throat was suppressed by him.
Recently, his vomiting of blood has become more and more serious, but he cannot let Jiang He worry at such a moment.
Then Zhao Zheng saw nine maids standing in the backyard holding trays. On the trays were the black and blue wedding clothes that Jiang He was going to wear today, and the crown clothes that he was going to wear.
Didn't his bride even change her clothes? What happened? Zhao Zheng, who was full of hope all the way, couldn't help but feel a little worried at this moment.
Then he smelled the aroma of herbs and saw Jiang He kneeling in the backyard.
In front of her was a makeshift furnace made of adobe bricks. The medicine cans on the furnace were hot, and white smoke was flying He was holding a small fan and fanning the fire.
"Your Highness." Zongjun called her softly, "Your Majesty is here."
Jiang He looked a little surprised. She raised her head and glanced at Zhao Zheng, who was approaching, but her eyes immediately returned to the medicine furnace. She nodded and said, "Wait."
are you waiting? Let the unmarried husband wait, let the king wait.
Zhao Zheng smiled nonchalantly. He walked over, took the futon from the servant, and knelt down next to Jiang He.
His Ahe has never been so serious and solemn.
She held a fan in her left hand and stirred the medicinal soup with chopsticks in her right hand, adding new medicinal materials from time to time, and then taking out the old ones according to the time.
Her expression was solemn and pious, full of hope and caution.
It's like looking after a baby that's not yet full moon, and like holding a rare gemstone.
"Is it for Gu?" Zhao Zheng felt his clothes touch Jiang He's shoulders, and he felt warm in his heart and asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Jiang He's voice was very low, as if he couldn't be distracted.
Zhao Zheng waited quietly.
After she took out the firewood from the furnace, she wrapped her hands with wet cloth, gently removed the medicine jar, covered the copper tripod with gauze, filtered the medicine soup, and filled a bowl full of it.
"It's for Your Majesty." Jiang He then looked up at Zhao Zheng, but she didn't have complete confidence on her face. Instead, she was a little worried and scared, and she didn't hand over the medicine soup for a long time.
"Actually, I'm... not sure. But the imperial doctor has been focusing on removing the residual poison. From my father's words, I thought about whether it could only treat the disease of slow heart and vomiting blood... so I made the medicine. The prescription was left by Chang Sangjun. , Your Majesty... do you want to try?"
Want to try it?
Zhao Zheng looked at the beautiful but hesitant woman in front of him.
Only because of herself did she become so cautious and lose her composure and decisiveness.
For the sake of her staying up all night to take medicine, he would drink it even if it was poison.
"Ah He," Zhao Zheng's hand was very cold. He did not hold her hand for fear of freezing her, but held her sleeve. "It's okay to take medicine, but can you go and dress up? Ji Shi It’s almost over.”
Only then did Jiang He seem to think of the marriage.
A long-lost smile spread across her face.
"it is good."
Zhao Zheng picked up the warm medicinal soup, supported Jiang He, and stood up with her.
Jiang He went to dress up and put on a dress, while Zhao Zheng drank the bowl of medicinal soup bit by bit.
"It's so painful..."
Because he was in a good mood, he even complained to Zongjun who was accompanying him.
Zong Jun lowered his head with a smile and said nothing, but felt that His Majesty today was even more different from the past.
However, his smile suddenly froze.
Zongjun saw clusters of blood droplets mixed with some of the medicinal soup he had just swallowed falling into the soil, like red agate.
"Don't tell her."
Zhao Zheng wiped the corners of his lips with cotton cloth and put the empty medicine bowl into Zong Jun's hand.
"promise."
Zongjun knelt down and kowtowed, tears falling to the ground.
The gods of heaven and earth wish to bless our king with a long life.
(End of this chapter)