Chapter 26 Their Love
My chest felt tight and painful for a moment, and then there was a fishy, salty taste rising in my throat.
Zhao Zheng took out a silk handkerchief to cover his lips and coughed, then quietly wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips.
"I'm addicted to loneliness."
He raised his feet and moved forward. Su Yu subconsciously stood up and held Zhao Zheng's arm.
To outsiders, it seemed that Zhao Zheng was leaving the hall and Su Yu was waiting.
But only Su Yu knew that the weight transmitted by Zhao Zheng through his arms made it almost impossible for him, a veteran in the military, to walk.
Worrying and frightened, Su Yu lowered his voice and said: "I am here to protect His Majesty when he returns to the palace."
"No," Zhao Zheng clenched his fingers tightly, trying to stay awake, and said coldly, "The poison was in the wine cup. Go and send someone to investigate."
Now that the bait has been made, the big fish cannot escape.
Su Yu responded and helped Zhao Zheng to the door of the palace.
Under the sunlight, he saw a drop of crystal sweat rolling down Zhao Zheng's forehead.
No matter what kind of poison this is, it will definitely cause people extreme pain.
Li Wenzhou, the chambermaid who noticed this scene, quickly came over. He tried hard to hide his panic and persuaded Zhao Zheng, "I will serve your majesty and return to the palace as soon as possible."
Zhao Zheng shook his head.
"Go to the Wei Guo Hotel."
The pain in his abdomen and the tightness in his chest made every word he spoke require all his strength.
She also touched the wine glass, and she also drank the wine from the glass.
She must be found and brought back to the palace to see if she has been poisoned.
Wei Zipei secretly looked at Jiang He's face in the carriage for a long time.
Beautiful and agile, yet full of calmness.
Even though they were both women and two years younger than Jiang He, Wei Zipei had to admit that Jiang He was beautiful.
But she was equally frustrated.
"Why did you marry the King of Yong?"
Wei Zipei asked.
Not long ago, in Yongguo's palace, Wei Zipei was so excited when he suddenly saw Jiang He alive that he immediately followed her arrangements and took her out of the palace.
Brother Wei Ji's eye disease was caused by a heart disease and he was blinded by shock. If he saw that Jiang He was still well, he should be able to recover without treatment.
But now that the turbulent emotions had subsided, Wei Zipei remembered another important thing.
Jiang He actually married the king of Yong! She began to feel sorry for her brother.
I also started to feel angry.
Jiang He was not angry when he was suddenly questioned like this.
She had already taken off her phoenix crown, and she looked over with a smile on her face under the distant bun. She was gentle and calm, like an eldest sister who would not harshly criticize her younger siblings.
Seeing her look like this, Wei Zipei puffed up his mouth and continued to stare at her.
Jiang He said slowly: "The Princess of Qi was assassinated and died in the palace. I just replaced her and temporarily helped the King of Yong. I will leave the palace when the spy who assassinated the Princess of Qi is found."
Wei Zipei rolled his eyes, with a relaxed expression on his face, and reached out to grab Jiang He's sleeve.
"Then if this is the case, sister, can you follow us and go back to Wei?"
She seemed to have a different face, a little ashamed and a little naughty, and she actually started to act coquettishly towards Jiang He.
Jiang He raised his hand and gently scratched her nose. Wei Zipei did not avoid it, but laughed.
"Let's go, let's go," she shook Jiang He's sleeves, "brother bought you a house in Luoyang. You have to go and see it to know his intentions."
Did you actually buy a house? Jiang He suddenly felt like a strong wind was pouring into his heart, making it bulge. He couldn't tell whether he was moved or melancholy.
There are no relatives in Qi's mansion. The only one in the world who can be called a relative is Wei Ji.
He gave her a house and a place to stay.
What about her?Maybe help him win a world.
The carriage bell rang and the carriage turned into the Wei Embassy.
With Wei Zipei personally leading the way, Jiang He quickly arrived at the dormitory where Wei Ji lived.
Before knocking on the door, a maid came out of the hall, holding a medicine bowl in her hand.
The brown soup sloshed in the bowl, exuding a bitter taste.
When the maid saw Wei Zipei coming with someone, she quickly bowed and saluted.
"Are you still unwilling to drink it?" Wei Zipei glanced at the decoction and frowned, "The medical officer said that his heart and spleen were damaged due to shock, anger and sadness, and he needs to be replenished. But right now, let alone the decoction, he doesn't even eat food."
Jiang He raised his hand to take the medicine bowl and said softly: "I'll go."
The maid was a little surprised, but when she saw Jiang He's gorgeous clothes and Wei Zipei didn't stop him, she carefully moved out of the way.
Jiang He pushed open the palace door and walked in.
Wei Zipei did not move.
The maid looked at the bedroom with a puzzled face.
Who is that woman?
Why can she be alone in the same room with the young master? There was calming incense burning in the room, but there was no lamp on purpose.
The curtains were covered with thick gauze, making the place as dark as night.
Dirty and dull, not at all what he likes.
Jiang He gently put down the medicine bowl, moved to the window and pushed open the window light poured in, and the breeze penetrated into the hall, dispersing the heavy incense and bringing a touch of voices of maids outside the palace speaking in low voices, the sounds of guards moving around, and the cries of vendors on the streets pouring in, they are subtle but contain the warmth of the world.
Wei Ji was lying motionless on the bed. When he heard the sound of opening the window, he muttered: "Close it."
The voice was weak and devoid of any life.
Jiang He felt a little pain in his heart and walked towards him.
However, Wei Ji was already anxious. He stood up holding on to the bedrail, "looked" in the direction of the incoming person, and said angrily: "I told you to close the window! Close the window!"
Jiang He continued to walk towards him, his steps getting faster and faster.
Wei Ji was already hysterical. He was wearing white obscene clothes, his black hair was disheveled, and his eyes were covered with an inch-wide white silk of his excitement, he leaned over the bed rail and almost fell out.
"Who are you? Get out!"
"Master Wei!" Jiang He quickly took a few steps to support his shaky body, held his arm, and said warmly, "It's me."
it's me.
It was me who you mistakenly thought was dead.
A tear fell on Wei Ji's knuckled hand. Jiang He endured the pain and murmured, "It's me, I'm Jiang He. I'm back, I'm not dead."
Wei Ji was stunned as if frozen.
He tried hard to identify Jiang He's voice and smelled the fragrance of the bamboo leaves on her body. With trembling hands, he groped upward and held Jiang He's hand.
These are a pair of hands that are soft but have thin calluses on the palms.
She holds a knife to chop vegetables, and the cocoon is on the tiger's mouth; she holds a chess piece, and the cocoon is on the belly of her middle finger; she holds a bow without a finger protector, and the cocoon is on the thumb joint.
On the face of a peerless and stunning face that is like a jade mountain about to collapse, there is an ecstatic surprise of being lost and found.
"Jiang He!"
Wei Ji rushed forward and took Jiang He into his arms.
"how can that be?"
The silk covering his eyes fell down, and Wei Ji opened his eyes wide. Although he couldn't see the face of the woman in front of him, he really felt that she was beside him.
Tears welled up in his eyes and soaked Jiang He's shoulders.
Jiang He gently pushed Wei Ji away and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his tears.
"I'm fine," she said warmly, "After three years of separation, Mr. Wei is as majestic as a swimming dragon. I almost don't dare to recognize him."
"Xiaohe," Wei Ji said with tears in his smile, "you are making fun of me again."
His hand was always holding Jiang He's hand.
This sudden surprise made Wei Ji forget about the defense between men and women, and that she was no longer a thirteen or fourteen-year-old is sixteen, and will be seventeen in a few months.
Jiang He couldn't bear to take out his hand.
The young master in front of me was supposed to appear at the banquet of the envoys of the seven countries, attracting praise and now he trapped himself in a dark dormitory, refused to drink soup and medicine, and became very thin.
I obviously promised to live well.
Jiang He patted his hand gently and coaxed, "I'll give you medicine."
The medicine is no longer hot.
But even so, Jiang He still confirmed the temperature of the medicine before feeding it into Wei Ji's mouth.
The handsome boy was like an obedient child in front of her. He opened his mouth slightly with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Xiaohe, Xiaohe..." While Jiang He was filling the medicine again, he kept calling her name.
"I'm here. I'm here." Jiang He answered again and again.
"I obviously opened the coffin and saw the person in the coffin." Wei Ji regretted his cowardice, "but I didn't look at her face. I was worried that you would not be able to recognize me."
"You can't confirm it," Jiang He smiled and fed him the last mouthful of medicine. After a moment of silence, he said, "The person lying in the coffin is Princess Jiang Yuheng of Qi."
A cold wind blew through the bed curtain, separating the warmth between the two of them.
The smile on Wei Ji's face slowly froze, and he weakly let go of Jiang He's hand.
"Jiang Yuheng is dead?"
"Ah."
"Then who is the king of Yong State, Zhao Zheng, marrying now?"
"Yes..." Before Jiang He could answer, there was a loud noise outside.
"You are not allowed to go in, this is my brother's bedroom!"
"How can you..."
Princess Wei's voice stopped suddenly, the palace door opened, and Zhao Zheng's tall and cold figure appeared at the door.
He walked in step by step and saw Wei Ji sitting on the bed and Jiang He giving medicine to Wei Ji.
Pursing his thin lips tightly, Zhao Zheng said in a deep voice, "Have you finished feeding?" His eyes were as deep as a pool of water, as if there were cold stars flashing across them.
Jiang He stood up and did not answer.
It was indeed her fault to sneak out to see Wei Ji.
"Go back to the palace."
Zhao Zheng turned around, and Jiang He smiled awkwardly at Wei Ji, and said softly: "Young Master Wei, take good care of yourself, and I will come see you again."
She took a step forward, only to find Wei Ji holding her arm.
Although his blind eyes were lifeless, his expression could not conceal his heartache and sadness.
"Xiao He," the young master stood up holding on to the bedrail, standing upright and strong, with invincible vigor, and said, "You are not Jiang Yuheng, there is no need to follow him."
(End of this chapter)
