Chapter 212 Long Yangjun’s destination He is a clean person.
Put away your clothes, unpack a bag, take out a clean memorial tablet, place it squarely in the middle of the hall, and light three sticks of incense.
With the smoke curling up, Long Yangjun smiled at Wei Yu's name on the tablet.
This tablet was made by himself and accompanied him from the grave where Wei Yu was buried, to Xinling, to the battlefield going south, and finally to Shouchun.
Once here, it waits for the sacrifice.
Yingji, who was tied up with a rope and gagged, screamed "woo woo", her aging body curled up into a ball, frightened and angry.
"Master Ying..." Long Yangjun stepped forward and said, "You are well."
This is the man who killed his beloved in order to obtain the trust to enter and leave Wei State.
Ying Ji turned his head manically and saw the dagger in Long Yangjun's hand.
The dagger was as thin as cloth, and the white light was dazzling.
Yingji pushed the ball of cloth with his tongue and shouted: "What I did was done by the king. You shouldn't seek revenge from me!"
Long Yangjun shook his head, held his shoulder with one hand, and quickly passed his exposed skin with the other hand. There was already a thin piece of skin on the dagger.
Because of the high speed, Yingji only felt a slight chill in his the blood gushed out and soaked his clothes, he started shouting crazily.
"Shh-" Long Yangjun motioned for him to shut up.
Yingji gasped for breath, his face twisted with fear, like a ghost crawling out of hell.
"My lord Ying," Lord Long Yang said, "you once went to Wei State and feasted and drank at the banquet hosted by the king of Wei State. You also had a talk with the king as if you were too late to meet him. You opened your mouth to compliment him and pretended to admire him. From then on, He got a heavy silver reward and left. But in the end, you cut open his stomach and let him die in pain. I thought that a person like you was not qualified to die."
"What are you going to do?" Yingji shouted in horror.
"Oh," Long Yangjun smiled softly, "I forgot to tell you. Since I hate all dirty things, you should be lucky that I only take your heart."
Should we be happy if we only take out the heart?
Yingji swung his body desperately, trying to break away from Long the man in front of him slowly and slowly cut off the flesh on Yingji's chest like the most terrifying butcher.
Long Yangjun's swordsmanship was superb, and he avoided Yingji's bloodline with exquisite techniques. When the flesh and blood were finally removed, revealing the "thumping" beating heart in his ribs, Yingji was still awake in great fear.
What was a bit regretful was that when Long Yangjun broke off two ribs, Yingji finally fainted and died.
"All right."
Finally, he took out the heart completely and placed it in front of Wei Yu's memorial tablet.
"Your Majesty, you can go." He touched the memorial tablet with his blood-stained hands, with tears in his eyes, but with a smile on his face. "This is the last thing I can do for Your Majesty."
Without the ability to restore the Wei family, all I can do is avenge you.
I don't have the ability to lead the Wei army to defeat Yong. All I can do is give them a way to survive.
Although this life was completely defeated in the end, it was still a happy life.
Long Yangjun slowly closed his eyes.
He recalled one year when the spring buds were budding, two young men holding swords in the street and dispensing justice.
Before that, he was an unknown swordsman from all over the world, with no ambitions and no ability to fulfill his ambitions.
After that, he was the official envoy of Wei State who was trusted by the king, and he was high in the court and dominated the world.
Others said that Wei Yu was a mediocre monarch. They often compared him with Wei Ji and attributed the decline of Wei to Wei Yu.
but……
He had seen Wei Yu when he was a young boy, and had seen the light in his eyes.
For an emperor, mediocrity is a big mistake.
But to him, the king of Wei who was willing to offer him a hand when he was a humble boy was a radiant presence.
After putting away the tablets, turning around and closing the door, Long Yangjun walked to the water tank to wash his hands.
Yingji was shaking so much that Long Yangjun, who was being executed, was stained with a lot of blood.
He simply took off his coat, only wearing a plain white coat, and washed his hands carefully.
The footsteps at the entrance of the courtyard were slow, and Lord Long Yang did not look back. He only said lightly: "His Royal Highness the Queen found us here."
This is Yingji's private residence, and even the king of Chu may not know it.
But Long Yangjun came, and Jiang He also came, which shows that they are both people with sharp ears and eyes, and the information is accurate.
Jiang He was wearing a dark green summer coat today, embroidered with white mountain and river patterns, looking solemn yet elegant.
Long Yangjun's eyes lingered on that pattern for a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly when he thought of someone who also liked such patterns.
"I was afraid that Lord Long Yang had escaped, so I came here to look for him."
Jiang He walked over, carrying the pleasant smell of bamboo forest.
Long Yangjun couldn't help but sniff lightly, feeling that the remaining smell of blood in his mouth and nose had finally faded away.
"I wonder if the queen has any advice." He looked at Jiang He with a smile, his eyes bright. "Lord Longyang," Jiang He saluted solemnly, "I, Dayong, are still short of an envoy for the mission. I would like to ask you to help the country. Is it possible?"
"You Dayong..." Long Yangjun thought for a while and said, "Isn't the ambassador Master Cui? He was young and promising, but unfortunately died early?"
Jiang He smiled and shook his head: "Master Cui is in good health. But if Lord Longyang agrees, I will find other things for Master Cui to do."
It seems that the position of Zhengshi is missing whenever he wants.
Long Yangjun laughed.
Perhaps because he had avenged a great revenge, his smile was free and natural, with a touch of chivalrous boldness.
"Your Highness," after laughing, Lord Long Yang saluted Jiang He solemnly, "I believe that in the future, when the nine states are co-lords and the four seas are one family, the Yong Kingdom will no longer need envoys."
If the nine states share the same sovereignty and the whole world is one family, there is no need for envoys.
Because there is no need to bargain between gains and losses, no need to be eloquent to scare the enemy, and no need to weigh the pros and cons and send troops to attack.
Jiang He's expression moved slightly, and after a long time, the corners of his lips showed a slight smile.
"I was negligent."
"So," Long Yangjun nodded, "Your Highness still has to find something else for Mr. Cui to do."
They looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
"Long Yangjun, are you going back to your hometown?"
His hometown is naturally the border of the former Wei State, now Dang County of Yong State.
"No," Long Yangjun tightened his grip on the reins and said to Jiang He, "The four seas are so vast that I have not yet traveled all over. When I was an envoy before, I only traveled to and from the capitals of various countries. Now I am alone, and I am free and unrestrained."
alone?
Jiang He looked at the burden wrapped around sharp-edged object inside looked like a tablet.
"Good journey."
"I wish your highness to achieve hegemony soon!" Lord Long Yang saluted on his horse, then turned around and rode away.
Shouchun City, which had just experienced a war, was in ruins and in a state of depression.
Lord Longyang's horses have overcome decline and decay, and have left wealth and splendor behind.
From now on, he will stay away from the government and the public and travel all over the green mountains and clear waters.
Maybe in a certain street, somewhere dimly lit, we will meet that boy again.
Although they met by chance, they became the same in an instant.
"Where have you been?"
In the temporarily arranged residence in Shouchun City, Jiang He had just stepped through the door when he heard Zhao Zheng's voice.
He sat on the bed and saw Jiang He walking in and patted the place next to him.
"Go see Lord Long Yang off."
Jiang He sat next to Zhao Zheng and leaned lightly on his shoulder.
"When shall we go back?"
"When does the queen want to go back?" Zhao Zheng put his arm around Jiang He's shoulders.
She has lost a lot of weight, and it seems that the food she has eaten in the past six months is not to her have to go back and replenish it, no, you should replenish it Meng Tian to kill a live chicken and dig up a piece of ginseng. I heard that the mushrooms in Chu State are very nutritious. I wonder if Meng Tian can make chicken stewed with mushrooms...
The woman in his arms was exceptionally quiet, but Zhao Zheng had a lot on his mind.
"Your Majesty," Jiang He said, "I want to go back now."
There was no joy in her voice that she had just won a battle, but she was very tired.
now? Although the bed has just been made...but it's okay.
Of course, a mother misses her home and her children urgently.
"Okay." The King of Yong Kingdom said warmly, "Let Wang Jian take care of the aftermath here, and Gu Chuan Meng Tian will arrange the driving."
But in an instant, it was already busy outside.
Zhao Zheng hugged Jiang He and saw her long eyelashes slowly closing and she fell asleep.
He suddenly felt so much pity in his heart that he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her forehead.
Go to sleep.
With you like this, everything will come true.
Zhao Zheng picked up Jiang He and walked outside the house.
There was a wide carriage parked outside. They would ride in this carriage and return to Kyoto together.
(End of this chapter)
