Chapter 19: The war is rusty, the war is over
The floor was brought from the Dian Kingdom in the far south.
The ink-colored marble is smooth and clear, with faint mountain and river-like chopsticks hit the floor, and the sound was clear and sweet, attracting Zhao Zheng's eyes.
Su Yu's report suddenly stopped. Although he did not dare to raise his head to look at the queen, he still showed a confused look.
The royal family follows etiquette in every move they make, and it is rare for them to drop their chopsticks while eating.
Zhao Zheng glanced sideways and saw Jiang He holding a roasted lamb leg in his left hand.
She didn't seem to hear their conversation. She frowned slightly as she looked at the leg of lamb, considering where to eat it.
Noticing Zhao Zheng's gaze, Jiang He said with some displeasure: "The leg of lamb is too heavy to pick up."
Did you use chopsticks to pick up the leg of lamb?
He must have married Taotie.
A smile flashed across Zhao Zheng's lips, and he looked at Zong Jun, who was waiting behind Jiang He.
The queen grabbing the mutton leg with her bare hands obviously stunned the chamberlain. Zong Jun was standing there with his mouth slightly open, helpless.
Seeing Zhao Zheng looking over, Zongjun returned to his usual expression, bowed his head and respectfully stepped forward and said: "Please allow me to debone the queen."
"No need." Jiang He stood up holding the leg of lamb and walked out, "Your Majesty is discussing important matters, and I can just go out and enjoy the breeze."
Slash-and-burn farming, scorching sheep in the fields.
Jiang He knows how to cook, so he naturally knows that barbecue must be eaten outside to make it wild and interesting.
The Yong Kingdom was close to the north and didn't care much about red tape.
Zhao Zheng did not stop her.
Jiang He passed Su Yu, who was kneeling with her head bowed, walked out of the hall and came to the steps where she read the letter that day.
The shadows of the trees were mottled. She sat casually beside the tall osmanthus tree and took a bite of the mutton.
The lamb legs are roasted until the skin is crispy and the meat is tender, fragrant and delicious.
Jiang He chewed slowly but did not swallow it.
The prince of Wei Kingdom, Wei Ji, was chased by assassins and lost his trace! Did he come to Yong Kingdom? Where is he now?
Jiang He shook his head suddenly, swallowed the mouthful of meat, but did not eat any more.
The mutton is cold.
She held the sheep bone tightly in her hands and looked up at the sky.
There was wind all around, and the clouds were rolling in the sky and rushing eastward, as if they were chasing something.
A few leaves fell from the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, swirling and heading east.
Only she was trapped in place, anxious but unable to help him when his life was in danger.
It will be all right.
Jiang He comforted himself.
People like him will be fine.
When the assassins suddenly broke into the camp at first, the Wei envoys were indeed caught off guard.
But soon, among Wei Ji's retainers, there were swordsman masters who blocked the assassin.
In the end, all the assassins were killed, and an inventory found that three envoys were seriously injured and died.
The envoys and retainers went to Wei Ji's camp to report, but found that Wei Ji was missing.
The quilt had been opened as if he was asleep, and a roll of bamboo slips was unfolded on the low table, with no trace of a fight.
The assassination of the young master was a major event, and the Wei delegation immediately sent people to report the matter to the capital of Yong State.
Fortunately, this place is very close to the capital. As the host, Yong State immediately dispatched the lieutenant army responsible for the security of the Gyeonggi area to pick up the Wei delegation.
But there was still no news about Wei Ji.
South Korea is the closest to the Yong Kingdom, so while the Wei delegation was still camping by the Wei River, the Korean delegation was already staying at the embassy in Xianyang, the capital of the Yong Kingdom, and singing every night.
Unlike other countries whose missions are mostly led by royal princes, the South Korean mission was personally brought by King Han An.
This is because the former king of Korea has already submitted the imperial seal to the Yong Kingdom, requesting it to be a vassal state.
After Han An succeeded to the throne, he became more respectful to Yong Guo, fearing that the Yong Guo monarch would send troops to destroy Han at a thought.
A few days ago, the king of Yong State was newly married, and the Korean royal family gave him almost half of the treasures from the the wedding ceremony, he came first again.
In order to get close to the Yongguo family, Han An today wore a dark green robe and a jade brocade belt around his waist. Even his accent was mixed with the half-baked Yongguo dialect.
He knelt down in front of the chime, holding a mallet and tapping melody is gentle and melodious, attracting guests' applause and praise.
At the end of the song, a close guard approached Han An and whispered something important.
Han An's face suddenly turned pale.
"How did he get in here?"
After saying this, before the guard could reply, Han An, the king of South Korea, shook his head and said: "I'm afraid there is no place in the world that he can't go to."
Han An stood up slowly, nodded to the guests and said goodbye, then turned and walked to the back hall.
There was a young gentleman sitting on his face is like a crown jade, his eyes are like bright stars, the edge of his snow-white robe is embroidered with undulating dark golden grass seedlings, and at the junction of his collar are the runes of the river flowing around the Kingdom of Wei.
He was sitting there, and it seemed that this palace was not the temporary residence of the Korean monarch, but the residence of the young master of Wei.
"Mr. Wei, are you alright?"
Han An stepped forward with a fake smile.
The visitor was none other than Wei Ji.
Taking advantage of the panic caused by the assassin, he left the mission and headed to the capital of Yong Kingdom alone.
Some things should be stated clearly earlier so as not to implicate irrelevant people.
Wei Ji stood up, saluted Han An, and said with a smile: "The assassin sent by the monarch was merciful and did not do anything to me. Therefore, let's be safe for now."
Such a straight-to-the-point statement without any insinuations points directly to the fact that South Korea sent people to assassinate people.
The smile on Han An's face froze, and the corners of his parted lips retracted awkwardly, and he snorted: "What assassin? Young master slandered Yu Gu, is there any evidence?"
Wei Ji shook his head, his clear eyes were like shooting stars, so bright that people dared not look directly at them.
"Those assassins are still alive. It's not difficult to find out. But I came here to tell the king that you sent assassins to assassinate our Wei delegation just to put the blame on Yong and cause Yong and Wei to go to war. Just to keep Korea alive. This is a good plan. I want to know who came up with the idea."
Han An took a few steps forward in embarrassment and sat down on his knees.
Facing this young man, it was as if the thoughts of the king of a country were written on his face and could be read through by him.
Wei Ji spoke calmly and without any pressure, but it still made Han An's intimate clothes soaked, and he looked uneasy and frightened.
The person who fears being known the most, and who knows others, is the young master of Wei who has the largest number of followers from the Seven Kingdoms. He looks gentle but is good at using evil tactics to control the enemy.
Han An tried his best to collect himself, picked up the tea cup on the table and drank it all. Then he touched the jade bracelet on his waist. His weight moved back and forth while he was kneeling, as if his hands and feet were in the wrong place.
Finally, Han An glared at Wei Ji and said inwardly: "What does it matter if you know who came up with the idea? In the final analysis, the order was given by Gu. Now that you are trapped in the embassy of Gu, whether you live or die, it is not Gu who has the final say. ?”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a movement outside the window. A group of guards armed with crossbows appeared, aiming at Han An.
"How dare you..."
Han An was shocked.
These guards were obviously wearing Korean clothes and had been protecting him all along. Why did they suddenly become Wei Ji's people?
The young man in white took up the tea cup leisurely, took a sip, looked up at Han An, and waved gently.
The crossbowmen immediately retreated, and the orders and prohibitions were carried out calmly and orderly.
"Who came up with the idea to assassinate the Wei delegation?" Wei Ji asked again.
The Korean monarch's heart had obviously collapsed. He hesitated and finally said a name.
"I have two clever plans. The king can choose one of them and exchange this person's life. How about it?"
Wei Ji smiled at Han An, with a peach-like rosiness on his originally fair face. The sudden beauty made Han An, a man who loves beauty as much as his life, couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart, almost thinking that he had mistakenly recognized the fairy.
He came to his senses after a while and asked, "What's the good plan?"
Wei Ji gently put down the tea cup and said with a smile: "One plan can make Yong's monarch and ministers suspicious. Zhao Zheng deposed Wei Xiangguo and killed hundreds of good ministers and loyal ministers, which greatly damaged the vitality of Yong's country. One's plan can make Yong's country useless. The people who can send troops will not be able to send troops to attack Korea within a few years, and your Korean spirit will be temporarily preserved."
Han An's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.
Is this possible?
One plan will hurt the Yong Kingdom, and the other plan will protect South Korea.
Anyone who comes up with such a clever plan would be brilliant, but Wei Ji had two random strategies to use.
He did not need to doubt that Wei Ji was telling the truth.
Because the reason why Wei State was safe and sound surrounded by the six kingdoms was precisely because of Wei Ji's presence.
The young master carries the country Zuo on his shoulders.
Han An sat up straight and rubbed his hands with nowhere to rest. He never expected that such a huge benefit would fall on him.
Ancestors!South Korea can be saved! "Come here!" He called the guards over, shouted a name and gave an order, "Kill him, put his head in a wooden box and bring him in to plead guilty to Mr. Wei."
Please apologize to Mr. Wei for a clever plan.
No one's life can be more important than the lives of millions of people in South Korea, not even close ministers.
Wei Ji looked down at the edge of his robe, brushed his fingers over the seedlings embroidered on it, and held it tightly.
Xiaohe, you didn’t expect that I am such a cruel person now.
A balance must be maintained among the seven countries so that the people will not suffer from war and have a place to live.
The war is over, the war is over, this is also your dream.
Just where are you? I will search every inch of this Great Yongdu want to find you and take you back to Luoyang.
No one there dares to hurt you anymore, you have me.
Xiaohe, I miss you so much.
After a while, Han An, the king of South Korea, made his choice.
Of the two clever tricks, he chose the most vicious one.
(End of this chapter)
