Chapter 20 Pastry "A people without useful soldiers."
Han An's eyes sparkled, he couldn't wait to know what such a vicious plan was like.
Use poison?Kill all the people of Yong Kingdom?Should we put poison into the water? Are you trying to get Chu to attack Yong?Now the only country that can compete with Yong is Chu.
With a smile on his clear-eyed face, Wei Ji took out a thin piece of silk from his sleeve.
There are twists and turns on it, and it seems to be painted with landscape patterns.
"Is this?" Han An was disappointed.
What good can a piece of cloth do?
He stared at the piece of silk without knowing what was going on.
"This is the hydrology of the Yong Kingdom. If the king wants to have a few years of peace, he must do this."
Wei Ji rubbed the edge of his clothes with one hand and stretched out his other tapped the middle of the silk with his slender fingers and said confidently: "Please remember this, your Majesty."
Han An listened with bated breath to Wei Ji's explanation, and the singing and dancing in the front hall gradually became distant.
His expression changed from suspicion to surprise and then to enlightenment. Finally, he couldn't help but stood up and paced quickly in the hall.
"This is a great plan!"
"This is not a trick, this is a conspiracy! Even if the King of Yong finds out, he will not do anything to me, South Korea."
"As long as he sees this, he will be in a urn!"
"Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng! They all say that you are talented in the world and have the wisdom to stabilize the country. However, you are also cunning, cunning, vicious, ruthless, and greedy enough to make yourself an enemy of your neighbors. But you don't know that there is a Young Master of the Kingdom of Wei in the world!"
With Mr. Wei, he can block your path, kill your spirit, thwart your plot, and stabilize the Six Kingdoms! Because of his excitement, Han An blushed, held the piece of silk in his hand, and sighed endlessly.
Wei Ji had already stood up.
He nodded to Han An as a farewell and walked out.
There seemed to be a snow-white dragon in the dark palace, swimming out erratically but sunlight made his scales shine, and the autumn wind blew his forehead hair like ripples.
Wei Ji's figure disappeared into the rows of palace buildings and disappeared.
No one can stop him from coming, and no one can stop him from going.
Since Wei Xiangguo was banned from the palace, more and more memorials were sent to Zhao Zhengyu.
Although his leg injury caused him unbearable pain and he could often only sleep for more than two hours at night, Zhao Zheng was still diligent in his official duties and did not dare to slack off.
It has been seven days since the assassination of the Wei delegation. Under the guidance of the Lieutenant Army, the delegation has also stayed at the embassy.
The Lieutenant Army and the Wei delegation searched for Wei Ji, but they have not found him yet.
Yesterday, the commander-in-chief of the Wei Army, Su Yu, came to report that the King of Wei was very concerned about the assassination and disappearance of his younger were faint traces of the distribution of grain and grass on the Wei border, and several generals were ordered to return to Beijing.
It seems that because of this amazing younger brother, the king of Wei may really go to war with Yong.
Zhao Zheng looked through the documents with a cold light in his eyes.
At this time, a small chamberlain signaled outside the palace. Li Wenzhou raised his foot and went out to inquire. When he came back, he bowed and asked for instructions: "I am asking for an audience with Lord Chang."
"No." Zhao Zheng shook his head.
Li Wenzhou took a few steps back and turned around, and Zhao Zheng added another sentence: "It is Chuangu's decree that if anyone dares to intercede for the Prime Minister again, he will be punished by two hundred floggings."
Caning means beating the criminal's body with bamboo boards, wooden boards, it is not serious, if it is hit two hundred times, it will kill these civil servants.
Li Wenzhou's face faded with a stern expression, and when he came back he asked for instructions: "Master Ting Wei, please see me."
It seems that this person is not here to plead with the Prime Minister.
"No, I'm alone."
Zhao Zheng dropped a roll of bamboo slips and picked up another.
"Your Highness the Queen, please see me." Li Wenzhou said again.
Zhao Zheng stopped turning the bamboo slips, squinted his eyes and raised his head, wondering: "Is she... okay?"
Ever since Jiang He answered that night that he wanted to marry the man who wrote to her, something seemed to have changed.
When he could see her, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but want to ridicule and tease her.
But once he got up in the morning and went to court to deal with political affairs, Zhao Zheng always felt a little anxious.
Sometimes Zhao Zheng was not only anxious but also wanted to get angry when he was prevented from returning to the palace by ministers who were discussing political affairs one after another.
Today, he originally wanted to finish these political affairs early so that he could catch up with the dinner at Zhiyang Palace.
Jiang He never waited for him to eat. Sometimes Zhao Zheng returned hungry. Although there was still a lot of imperial food, Jiang He was already full and went out for a walk.
Nowadays, everyone in the palace knows that the monarch's newly married queen likes to take walks, and she takes the maids and chamberlains from all over the palace to wander around the palace every day.
He did all sorts of evil, including picking fruits and flowers to drive away wild cats, and even replacing the gold auspicious animals on the eaves of the palace with copper ones.
But I don't know why Jiang He came to "seek" when I arrived at Shenshi today.
It was cloudy outside, and Zhao Zheng could not confirm the direction of the sunrise.
But he was sure that Jiang He was unusual.
Li Wenzhou saw the expression of surprise, doubt, speculation, arrogance and suppressed joy flash across Zhao Zheng's face in the blink of an eye, so he prepared a draft and replied warmly: "Her Royal Highness the Queen personally cooked three kinds of pastries today. I want to Bring it to Your Majesty to taste."
Pastry, try it...
Zhao Zheng opened his mouth slightly, then lowered his head to hide his astonishment, opened a volume of memorials, and said in a calm tone: "It's rare for the queen to be interested."
When Jiang He walked into the hall, Zhao Zheng was still reviewing the memorial attentively.
This is her first time coming to Xuande Hall.
Although there is no prohibition in Yong State that "the harem cannot interfere in politics", Jiang He never came because Jiang He was not interested in the government affairs of Yong State and did not want to see Zhao Zheng more during the day.
Since Wei Ji's accident, she suffered from being unable to get any news, so she wandered around the palace every day.
Jiang He said hello when he met a noble person who had an audience with the Queen she was in the mood to chat, she would bring up the Jiufei Mountain Festival at the right that we are talking about memorials, it is indispensable to talk about the missions from the six countries that came to of the mission, the assassination of the Wei mission was a big deal. Even if Jiang He stopped mentioning it, the other party would talk about it she inquired for seven days and still found nothing.
In fact, Jiang He knew that the person closest to the truth was the King of Yong.
Come and have a look at Xuande Hall, maybe there will be some news.
The pastries are presented.
The water chestnut cake is steamed with sugar water and water chestnut powder, which is soft and sweet; the glutinous rice is mixed with green plums and mint and steamed into a crystal cake, which is delicious; the most complicated one is the nine-layer cake, with even and beautiful layers and sweet frankincense. It looks like a lot of effort has been put into it.
Li Wenzhou couldn't help but praise, and Jiang He picked up a piece and handed it to him.
"Aweng, try it too."
Li Wenzhou said excitedly that he didn't dare and waved his hands repeatedly.
Zhao Zheng said coldly: "The queen wants you to test poison for Gu."
His face was expressionless and his voice was cold, exuding an air of repulsion.
Zhao Zheng does not eat food cooked outside. Even the food cooked by the imperial chef of Zhiyang Palace must be tasted by Zongjun, the chamberlain who tested the poison, before he would eat it.
Hearing what Zhao Zheng said, although Li Wenzhou looked embarrassed, he still took it respectfully and put a piece of crystal cake into his mouth.
The cake is crystal clear, soft and chewy, cool and refreshing.
Li Wenzhou smiled and said: "This slave has never tasted such delicious cakes. Why don't Your Majesty let me try them all?"
Zhao Zheng glanced sideways at him, nodded and said, "Then take it."
"Your Majesty, give it a try too."
Jiang He didn't care about Zhao Zheng's expression, so he picked up a piece of water chestnut cake and brought it to his mouth.
Zhao Zheng held the bamboo slip with his left hand and held the writing brush with his right hand. He did not pick it up with his hand, but opened his mouth to hold the cake.
This subconscious move shocked Jiang He.
She took her hand back as if it had been burned, and Zhao Zheng was also shocked by her actions.
His ears quickly turned red.
In order to cover it up, he immediately raised his hand and pinched the piece of pastry. The bamboo slip fell on the table with a "pop" sound.
Li Wenzhou suppressed his smile and turned away.
Jiang He had already picked up the whole plate of pastries, walked a few steps quickly and knelt down in front of the table at the bottom.
"Your Majesty has already tasted it, Aweng, you can eat the rest."
Li Wenzhou was no longer polite.
Jiang He was sitting and he was He would pass a piece of pastry to Li Wenzhou from time to time. Li Wenzhou raised his sleeves to cover his lips and ate it, full of praise.
Zhao Zheng's expression has returned to normal.
He swallowed the piece of water chestnut cake, savoring the sweetness on his lips and tongue, without drinking tea.
A moment later, Zhao Zheng's eyes suddenly focused as he was turning the bamboo slips, and then a knowing smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he threw the document aside.
Li Wenzhou hurriedly walked over, picked up the documents and put them in Zhao Zheng looking up at him, his eyes were full of smiles.
After several days, the king finally smiled.
Li Wenzhou bowed his head and approached, waiting to hear Zhao Zheng's instructions.
Zhao Zheng's voice was not low. He said clearly: "The envoy of the South Korean mission was killed on the order of Han An."
Li Wenzhou continued to listen. As long as Zhao Zheng didn't ask, he couldn't say anything more.
"The memorial says that Han An gave the order suddenly without even giving a reason."
Although Li Wenzhou didn't respond, Jiang He said, "That means being forced."
Who can force the Korean monarch to kill meritorious ministers? There is something in Zhao Zhenghua's words: "The South Korean mission is so brave, they dare to assassinate the Wei mission in an attempt to blame Dayong."
With just one clue, Zhao Zheng was able to figure out the whole story behind it.
Jiang He's eyes suddenly lit up.
Zhao Zheng continued: "Now that you are being forced, it is your own fault."
Being forced by others, by whom?
Zhao Zheng's tone sounded like nothing could be hidden from him, like the truth had been revealed.
He assassinated the Wei envoy and was forced to kill the Korean monarch who was close to his ministers. Who forced him to do so?
An idea arose in Jiang He's heart, making her heart beat faster and faster.
Zhao Zheng had already picked up the writing brush again, as if he had let go of something on his mind. He said calmly: "It's a pity that Wei Ji is not dead."
really!
Sure enough it was him.
It was he who did not die, it was he who forced the Korean king!
Jiang He lowered his head and chewed the nine-layer cake. For some reason, the sweet pastry was suddenly mixed with a little salt.
It was the tears that she forced to suppress rolling down her throat. It was her joy, her joy! "You said she is buried here?"
In the wasteland on the outskirts of Yong's capital, Wei Ji, wearing a hood to hide his face, stood in front of a tomb and asked the people around him.
The man knelt beside the tombstone, checked again and said, "This one is the tomb of the female officer named Jiang, and the one next to it is the tomb of the guard captain of the Qi State Marriage Mission. That's right."
Wei Ji's outstanding figure trembled for a moment.
He took a step forward, slowly knelt down on the ground, and said in silence for a long time: "Come here, dig it up."
(End of this chapter)