Chapter 27 The warmth in her arms You are not Jiang Yuheng. She was born in a palace, well-dressed and well-fed, greedy, domineering, stupid and mean.
You are Jiang He. You followed your father on a mission to a foreign country at the age of six. You are clear, knowledgeable, intelligent and kind.
Jiang Yuheng was his. One of them was a violent murderer, the other was sweet-talking and secretly sword-fighting. They were intermarrying, so it was a good match.
You are mine. One of us is helpless, the other is alone. We protect our homeland in troubled times and support each other.
Wei Ji held Jiang He's arm tightly, as if he was afraid that if she left, they would be separated for life and death, and they would never see each other again.
Zhao Zheng just looked at them indifferently, as if ice and snow were slowly condensing in his eyes, but there was a sarcastic smile on his lips.
He did not force him, nor did he bother to fight with the blind Wei Ji.
He just looked at it, like a hunter looking at a lone wolf, or an eagle looking at a young rabbit, with contempt and contempt on his face.
Then he turned around and walked out.
What is their agreement? ——"You marry into the palace as my queen and help me find out the spies of Yong Kingdom."
——"I will let you live and return all the protons. I will not kill the person who wrote to you."
Zhao Zheng is a man of great promise.
Keep your promise and live, break your promise and die.
No matter who that person is, no matter whether that person has given him a hope, a little warmth, a possibility of nostalgia for the world.
If he breaks his promise, no matter how precious his soul is, it will be stained with filth that he cannot tolerate.
One step at a time, he walked out of the palace.
At the door, Zhao Zheng's footsteps froze slightly and he heard Jiang He's voice behind him.
"Master Wei, I have an appointment with him. I can't leave until the deal is done. The palace is very safe. Master, don't worry about me. You'd better recover first and wait for me to come out, okay?"
His voice was relaxed and relaxed, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would be worried or nervous.
After a long time, Wei Ji finally said: "No matter what the appointment is, I will make it for you."
Even if he is blind, he still has the ability to cover the sky with one long as it's for her, that's all.
"Have you forgotten that you are still sick?"
Jiang He helped Wei Ji sit on the bed, carefully pulled up the brocade quilt for him, adjusted the pillow, patted his arm, and then stood up straight.
"Don't worry, I will always remember what we promised each other."
Finally, Jiang He said solemnly.
They promised each other that no matter how precarious they were in troubled times, they would survive.
Zhao Zheng no longer listened to the next words. He stepped out of the door. Outside, his bodyguard, Lang Zhonglingjun, had blocked Princess Wei and her bodyguards from the corridor. Li Wenzhou, the chamberlain who was waiting anxiously for him, immediately stepped forward and helped him. He grabbed Zhao Zheng's arm.
He endured the pain, pursed his lips to suppress the rising blood, and walked outside.
On the way back to the palace, Zhao Zheng and Jiang He rode in the same carriage.
The carriage was spacious, but they were far apart.
Zhao Zheng remembered that Jiang He's eyes were still a bit anxious when he arrived, and he also opened the curtain to peek now that she is back, her bright eyes have calmed down and she is slightly lost in thought.
After going through so much, her breath was steady and her demeanor was dignified.
From the looks of it, she wasn't poisoned.
Zhao Zheng leaned his back on a thick pillow, his hands hanging down and pinching the outside of his thighs to stay pain made him frown and close his eyes, sweat dripping down and soaking his clothes.
This is not the first time he has been poisoned.
The last time he was the only one in the carriage, he didn't have to endure it or sit upright like a clock. He collapsed in the cold carriage, panting and groaning.
Then he struggled and stretched his arms out of the car.
Only then did the people outside realize that something was wrong, so they took him out and looked for a doctor to detoxify him.
This time there was her in the car, although she was thinking about the blind Mr. Wei.
If you endure it again, you will have to wait until you reach the palace, where you will find the imperial doctor.
Finally, the carriage stopped, and Li Wenzhou, the already extremely anxious chamberlain, said from outside: "Hurry up and help your majesty out."
The palace has always adhered to etiquette, and the word "kuai" is very unusual.
Hearing such a voice, Jiang He realized that something was wrong and then looked at Zhao Zheng.
His face was gray and the corners of his eyes were blue, and there was a trace of blood oozing from the corners of his pursed lips.
"What's the matter with you?" she asked.
"It's okay...it's okay..."
Zhao Zheng stood up, but the blood that he had suppressed with all his strength suddenly surged into his throat. His feet went limp and his back felt like electricity, and Zhao Zheng fell forward.
In a blur, he knew he had vomited blood.
In a blur, he felt Jiang He hugging him.
Her embrace was so soft, warm and thin, but she held him tightly.
"His Majesty!"
There was a little bit of concern in her voice.
The news that Zhao Zheng was poisoned spread throughout the palace in an instant.
The chamberlain rushed into Da Zheng Palace to report to the Queen Mother, saying that the dirty blood her Majesty spit out soaked the Queen's brocade clothes. The Queen and Li Wenzhou helped Her Majesty back to the palace, and the corridor was covered with blood.
"How could it be poisoned?"
Queen Mother Ji Man got dizzy and almost fell because she stood up too quickly.
The palace maid immediately supported her, and as the Queen Mother walked away, she asked the chamberlain: "Your Majesty never eats outside the palace, how did you get poisoned?"
The chamberlain hesitated and said: "Your Majesty...he drank millet wine today."
Millet wine, millet wine brewed by the Queen Mother of Yong Kingdom herself.
If you refuse to drink, you will be punished by the imperial censor for being Queen Mother stopped and took a breath of air.
That's not the wine she brewed, that's the wine of Chang'an Jun Zhao Jiao.
——"Mother, please let me do my best, and I will carry it myself."
Zhao Jiao heard that she was upset about the banquet for the envoys, so he took the initiative to say so.
No, no, she couldn't doubt her youngest son.
Even if Zhao Jiao was poisoned, Zhao Zheng still had the Food Bureau inspect the was so cautious, how could he be so careless?And he only uses his own wine vessels to hold wine.
Wine vessels...
The Queen Mother suddenly turned around, and her large robes drew a sharp straight line in the palace. She took a few steps quickly and suddenly stopped.
The turbulent expression on her face was suppressed, and the Queen Mother tried her best to keep her voice calm and normal, and asked the female treasurer standing in the inner hall.
"Where's the set of gold-encrusted animal-head-wrapped sardonyx cups that the late king gifted to the Ai family?"
There are only four agate cups in the world. The late king gave two to her and two to Zhao Zheng.
The female officer knelt down and replied: "I borrowed it from Lord Chang'an a few days ago. He said he liked it and would return it after using it for a few days. He also said... this is a trivial matter and there is no need to inform Her Majesty the Queen Mother."
Little things?
Is it a trivial matter to kill an elder brother and usurp the throne?
The Queen Mother felt her eyes go dark and fell backwards.
The imperial doctor was busy in the bedroom for two hours.
Hot water is sent in, medicinal soup is sent in, silver needles are sent in...
The palace maids kept going back and forth, but Jiang He just stood blankly in the corridor outside the palace.
The blood stains on her coat had dried, and she didn't say she wanted to change, so no one dared to remind her.
Finally, the palace door opened again, and Li Wenzhou, the chief chamberlain, came out. Jiang He stopped him and asked, "How is your majesty?"
Li Wenzhou raised his head and glanced at Jiang He. His expression was completely different from the past.
Anxious, nervous, regretful and fearful, he lowered his head and said respectfully but distantly: "Her Majesty the Queen, Your Majesty was poisoned at the banquet today. Although she drank the antidote and used a silver needle to remove the poison, she was poisoned for too long. Never woke up."
How could this be? "What poison?" she asked.
"Drunk to death." Li Wenzhou replied.
Ever since it was learned that the assassin who assassinated the Qi envoy died of drunkenness, the palace physician developed this 's just that you need to take the medicine with you, so you can't take the antidote with you.
"Since I knew I was poisoned, why didn't I return to the palace quickly to detoxify?" Jiang He asked accusingly.
He actually went to the Wei embassy to catch her back, which was delayed for at least an hour.
Li Wenzhou's voice was calm, but every word seemed to pierce Jiang He's heart.
"Because the poison was in the wine, His Majesty was worried that the Queen was also poisoned, so he went to find the Queen and returned to the palace."
It's not to prevent you from visiting Mr. Wei, or to peek into your privacy, he is just worried that you will be poisoned.
When had he ever worried about others?He valued his life more than anything else.
But you made him willing to misunderstand the time of detoxification before making sure you were okay first.
Of course you're fine. Heartless people generally live a long time.
Li Wenzhou cursed and left, but was stopped by Jiang He again.
"Where is Zongjun?" she asked.
As a poison tester, Shang Shi Bureau Feng Yu, His Majesty was poisoned, and he cannot escape the blame.
Zongjun was brought over. He knelt on the ground with an earthy face, waiting for his fate.
If something like this happened, it would be a luxury to keep a whole most severe punishment in the Yong Kingdom was to break the car and destroy the nine tribes.
Jiang He leaned down and asked, "Zong Fengyu, have you been poisoned?"
Zongjun remained silent.
"Is there any antidote?" Jiang He looked at Li Wenzhou and said, "Zong Fengyu drank that wine. If His Majesty was poisoned, he must have been poisoned as well. It is better to ask the imperial doctor to take a look at Zongjun and give him a dose. Get the antidote.”
Li Wenzhou was a little surprised, but still obeyed the order respectfully.
Zongjun looked up at Jiang He and suddenly burst into tears.
How could he deserve such care from the queen if he had such a despicable life?
"Your Highness, Your Highness," he cried, "there is something wrong with the humble position, and death will never redeem it. As long as your majesty can recover, I can do whatever I want. It's just that I don't understand. I drank wine, and the queen also drank wine, but Why was only His Majesty poisoned?"
Why? Li Wenzhou said coldly: "Because the poison was put in the wine vessel."
The poison was in the wine vessel. This was not Li Wenzhou's discovery. This was what Su Yu, the commander of the Weiwei Army, said.
Su Yu said that His Majesty told him to arrest the relevant people.
It's just that although Su Yu captured someone, His Majesty couldn't wake up.
There was a sudden noise outside the dormitory.
"Where is Brother Wang? I heard that Brother Wang died of poison!"
Zhao Jiao's face appeared at the entrance of Zhiyang Palace.
He didn't come alone.
It was so vast that he took his trusted followers to protect him, as if he were in a deserted place.
Zhao Zheng was unconscious and Su Yu was not around. The doctor ordered the army to only listen to the king's orders, and the king of Chang'an, Zhao Jiao, came.
Jiang He looked at him.
A cold light flashed in Fengyan's clear eyes.
(End of this chapter)