Chapter 173 On the evening of the second day, the couple heard about the fake Wen Po.
Wei Zipei was sorting out the clothes Jiang Ben would bring back to Qi State. Her hand was placed on a ball of silver fox fur, but she made no move.
"He said he killed Wenpo Lin's family and pretended to be in the palace. But Zongjun saw through it and took off his makeup to identify himself."
Jiang Ben told Wei Zipei what he found out, while paying attention to her expression.
"Then what?" Wei Zipei put away the silver fox collar, and there was no emotion in his voice.
There was a sharp look in Jiang Ben's eyes.
"The attempt to kill my sister and the young master is so sinister. How could Your Majesty stay?"
Not to stay, that is to say, to kill.
Queen Zhao has committed king was captured and died of illness on the way to Yong the New Year, news came that the prince of Zhao State had fled to Daizhou and proclaimed himself king, but he had also been killed by Yong's army.
In this way, the Zhao royal family was almost exterminated.
Zhao Yuxue will not survive either.
But in fact, she should call Wei Zipei her aunt.
There was no escape, but they still made it to this day.
The day came when I saw my relatives killing each other.
"Let me ask you," Jiang Ben looked a little embarrassed and hesitated to speak. After a moment, he still asked, "Is there anything you want to do for her?"
Execution was inevitable.
But as the acting commander of the Weiwei Army, Jiang Ben now had the power to act expediently.
"Young Master," Wei Zipei no longer often called Jiang Bi by name. She thought for a moment, raised her head and said, "Can you please send someone to help bury Wen Po Lin's family."
actually……
Jiang Ben nodded and said, "Okay."
"Also..." Wei Zipei bit her lips lightly and sighed, "I'd like to trouble you, sir, don't let her body be eaten by dogs and animals in the wild. Bury her...in the soil."
After she said this, she looked away. Jiang Ben didn't know if she was crying.
He thought that he might as well go and comfort him, but he saw that Wei Zipei had already stood up and took out the slightly thinner spring shirt from the closet.
"It will be warm when we get to Qi State."
She said softly, as if she were on this side of an unknown road, carefully divining good or bad luck.
"Yes." Jiang Ben said, "It will be warm."
The wind blowing in outside the house is no longer so cold, and sometimes there is still the fragrance of plum blossoms.
Spring is coming soon.
Because they saw through Zhao Yuxue's trick, rewards have been sent to the small courtyard where the queen lived before she got married.
"Guard Zong!" Every time someone came, Zheng Ling, who was guarding the courtyard, would yell at Zongjun to come out, "There's another reward!"
There are many kinds of things to reward.
There are naturally a lot of gold and silver items, but sometimes they are soups and preserves with complicated preparations, or portable accessories with a pleasant fragrance.
I heard that it was awarded to the nobles who went to the palace to meet the young master.
Since the monarch prohibited them from entering the palace to disturb them, they presented their gifts and turned around to sit and talk in the side hall of Zhiyang I talk about the danger on the day of childbirth, I think of the benefits of Zongjun.
"This dish is delicious. Let's make another one and give it to the steward." Someone said.
"Sister, you are borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha. This is a dish prepared by His Majesty's royal chef." Someone also laughed amusingly.
The man who wanted to appreciate the food immediately blushed, took off his gold bracelet on the spot and threw it into the dining drawer.
"This one must belong to the slave family, so I'll reward you with this one!"
The nobles laughed so hard that they took off some of their personal accessories and threw them in.
"Then how can we miss the slave family?"
"And mine."
"Let me thank the young master for his alertness."
The palace has not been so happy for a long time, and the Zongjun who received the reward may not have been so happy for a long time.
"Yo!"
Zheng Guo's son Zheng Ling now often stays in the queen's mansion before she got married.
"There's something delicious again." He wolfed it down.
In the past six months, Zheng Ling has grown a lot Su Yu in charge of learning kung fu and Her Royal Highness the Queen personally teaching the art of war, he looked more and more calm.
But when I see delicious food, I still show my childlike nature.
Zongjun looked at him with narrowed eyes and smiled: "After you finish eating, come over here, pick out a few pieces of jewelry, and give them to the young lady later."
Zheng Ling's face turned red, and she immediately rolled her eyes and said, "I don't want to marry a young lady!"
Zong Jun nodded with understanding: "It's okay to marry a young man."
Zheng Ling was stunned for a moment to figure it out, and immediately complained to Cai Ling who had returned with the reward.
"Steward Zong bullied me!"
Cai Ling covered her mouth and laughed, almost hitting the goal post.
"Stop making trouble," she said sternly, "Today the young master has his third bath, I have to take the tiger-head shoes that I have made. Manager Zong, please come with me."
Zheng Ling looked at Zongjun with an envious expression.
"I don't know if the young master is good-looking or not. I want to see it."
"When you finish reciting ten volumes of the Art of War, Her Royal Highness the Queen may reward you." Cai Ling nodded his head.
Zheng Ling snorted and turned his back.
"I just...won't go." Zongjun refused Cai Ling's invitation.
"I'm not feeling well yet," he said.
Cai Ling immediately became worried.
The poisoning happened three days ago. The imperial doctor had performed an acupuncture on Zongjun and said there was no residual poison in his are you still feeling uncomfortable?But from that day on, Zongjun was often uncomfortable.
"I won't go. I feel dizzy today."
"I won't go. There are still many things to do at home."
"I really can't go. I didn't sleep well last night. I need to catch up on my sleep in the afternoon."
Later, Cai Ling stopped asking and shook her head when she saw Jiang He.
"Your Highness, he refuses to come."
While Jiang He patted the young master, he nodded and said, "I originally wanted to reward him in person, but if he refuses to come now, let's wait until later."
Cai Ling lowered her head and said: "After so many days, I have figured it out. Manager Zong is afraid of scaring the young master. After all -"
She wiped her hand on her face, looking sad.
After all, Zongjun’s appearance is completely ruined.
After Zheng Ling finished practicing calligraphy, she brought some snacks to her grandmother and left happily.
Except for some servants, Zongjun was the only one left in the house.
He turned back to the house, walked to the closet, opened the wooden box, and took out the rattle he bought in Luoyang that year.
Of course, with the current financial resources of Zongjun, he can buy a few new ones, but this drum is very meaningful.
This is the drum that Zongjun bought secretly when the king left Yong and sneaked into Luoyang, where he confessed his love to the queen.
From then on, he hoped that a little prince would be born. He flew kites for him and played games with him.
Thank God, this day finally comes.
Zongjun took out a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the drum stick.
It's so wrapped that it has no edges and corners, and it's so wrapped that it feels soft in your hand.
Wait a minute.
he thought.
When the young master is older and more courageous, I can go to see him myself.
Seven days after the birth of the young master, the king finally went to court to take charge of the government.
But Jiang He felt that he would return to the palace earlier than usual.
"Does it look good?"
The little master was no longer as wrinkled as when he was just born. Jiang He felt a little rounder, so he asked Zhao Zheng.
"Not as good-looking as Ah He."
He replied like this, but he leaned down and kissed the child's thick fetal hair.
Jiang He raised his arm and held his collar, pulling him closer to him.
"Your Majesty," she said softly, "I think you are different from the past. Every time I wake up after taking a nap, why do I feel like you are watching me?"
Zhao Zheng lowered his head, and his soft lips fell on her smooth earlobe. His voice was inexplicably soft: "I was very scared when I saw you give birth on that day."
It turns out that staring at yourself every day is too scary, right? Jiang He let go of Zhao Zheng's collar.
He looked at her, the light in his eyes surged like the melting ice of a river in spring.
"They said the fetus was not in the right position, that life was at stake, that the mother-in-law was in a critical condition, and that they called for the spare one." Zhao Zheng held Jiang He's hand. "At that moment, for a split second, Gu actually hated himself."
Jiang He pursed his lips and smiled: "How can it be so dangerous?"
"I hate myself so much," he said solemnly, "If you do this—"
Zhao Zheng couldn't go on. There was a flash of pain in his eyes, and his strength seemed to have been drained away. It seemed that he had spent too much energy fighting against the possible tragedy.
"Don't do it again," he said, "I can't stand being alone."
A tear slipped down his cheek. At this peaceful moment, which had been several days since delivery, he finally relaxed and shed tears with lingering fear.
"Okay." Jiang He stood up slightly and hugged the man in front of him.
"I will choose some good people for Your Majesty and let them live in the next life..."
However, before Jiang He finished speaking, Tan's mouth was already sealed by Zhao Zheng's fiery lips.
"You dare!" His voice whispered gently between his lips and teeth. The power of dominating the world made Jiang He have to compromise obediently.
The house was burning with gold charcoal, and there was no smoke, only a faint fragrance of pine branches.
There are two elegant silver wine pots on the mahogany table. The wine is slowly poured in, and the person holding the pot has a handsome appearance.
"Young Master." Purple-clothed Long Yangjun entered from outside the palace door and knelt down opposite the mahogany table.
Wei Ji, who had just poured the wine, did not hand him the wine tripod.
Wei Ji held a wine cauldron in each hand, touched each other lightly, and drank slowly.
It seems that there is another person in the void, drinking with him and responding to him.
"What are you congratulating?"
Long Yangjun asked knowingly.
Only then did Wei Ji turn his gaze away and fall on him.
"Have you been to my brother's place recently?" Wei Ji asked.
Ever since King Wei Wei was forced to abdicate by Jiang He, he had been living in a palace by the Yellow River.
"Went there before the New Year," Long Yangjun smiled disdainfully, "He has a lot of new pets, each one uglier than the last."
Wei Ji was not in the mood to know these things.
"Tell my brother," he said calmly, "there's going to be a war."
Going to war.
Jiang He has given birth safely, and Yong's army will not wait any longer.
(End of this chapter)