Chapter 43 The king chases his wife The sky is vast and the clouds are far away.
There are tall poplars on one side of the official road and rolling grassland on the autumn wind blows down the golden leaves, dotted in the grass that has not yet turned cricket jumped up and grabbed the shaft of the cart, raising its forewings and chirping loudly.
The carriage lay in the middle of the road, its wheels sinking into the soft soil, showing that the vehicle was heavily loaded.
The deputy envoy of the Wei delegation got out of the car and came forward to inquire. After a while, he came back, stood outside Wei Ji's carriage and said a few words, then trotted over and stopped next to the carriage that Wei Zipei and Jiang He were riding together.
"Your Royal Highness, there is a Qin man named Zongjun in front of you. He wants to meet you."
"See me?" Before Jiang He responded, Wei Zipei opened the car curtain in surprise.
The deputy envoy then realized that his words were not precise enough, so he apologized and said, "It was my omission. The person here wants to see Her Royal Highness Princess Anguo."
Wei Zipei retracted his head and smiled at Jiang He.
"Sister, I'm looking for you."
Zongjun drove the carriage himself.
Seeing Jiang He approaching, he jumped down and saluted politely.
"Your Highness, this servant has brought your golden cake over." Zongjun said with a respectful expression and a smile.
After Zhao Zheng was poisoned, Jiang He did not harshly criticize Zongjun, who tried the poison, and asked the imperial doctor to diagnose and detoxify seems that since that incident, Zongjun's attitude towards her has become not only respectful, but also a lot more friendly.
The relationship between people is sometimes very simple, it's just about exchanging sincerity for sincerity.
"Zong Fengyu worked hard." Jiang He nodded to him and glanced into the carriage. "Is it a lot?" she asked.
"A lot," Zongjun nodded, "enough for His Highness to support five thousand people."
"I don't want to support the people." Jiang He laughed, and then said with dark eyes, "I didn't expect that Your Majesty would let you send it."
Because Jiang He had planned to leave for a long time, today she carried the letter written by Wei Ji with her and asked Zongjun to bring the gold cakes obtained from selling the treasures in his private because the carriage was heavy, the car did not go up the mountain.
When leaving the Jiuyi Mountain Altar, the Wei delegation took another road and missed this car.
I thought the money was given to Zhao Zheng cheaply, but I didn't expect Zongjun to catch up and stop him.
To be able to do this, it must have been allowed by Zhao Zheng.
Zongjun nodded, turned sideways and pointed to a path in the dense forest, lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty is here too."
Autumn leaves were rustling under his feet, and the dense forest was deep. Although Jiang He couldn't see anyone, he knew that there must be layers of guards around him.
There is a shallow lake at the end of the dense forest, and Zhao Zheng in Xuanqing clothes stands by the tall and tall, he is looking at the dragonfly resting on the residual lotus.
Hearing Jiang He's footsteps, he didn't look back.
Jiang He walked to the water and stood still, without calling him or saluting him.
The floating clouds in the sky are projected on the lake, the golden dense forest is projected on the lake, the half-green and half-dry lotus leaves are projected on the lake, the trembling figure of the dragonfly is projected on the lake, and Zhao Zheng and Jiang He, who are standing still in black clothes, are also in the lake.
Like a painting drawn in a cave with gold powder, azurite and thick ink, it is clear, quiet and timeless.
After an unknown amount of time, the pair of dragonflies flew away and disappeared, and Zhao Zheng finally spoke.
"Wei Yu is stupid and cunning. Between him and Wei Ji, only one person can live."
Wei Yu is the king of Wei and the elder brother of Wei Ji.
Jiang He did not answer.
When I go to Luoyang, if the person who imprisons my father is the King of Wei, I will inevitably have to deal with him.
It's just that King Wei is Wei Ji's brother after all, so killing him is not easy.
Jiang He is not a soft-hearted person. If he has a grudge, he will take revenge without waiting for the next night.
But Wei Ji had a grudge against her, and the grudges were mixed together, making things a bit difficult.
Seeing that Jiang He remained silent, Zhao Zheng became a little impatient. He took off the Dongzhu that covered his face with a sideways glance, revealing Jiang He's bright face, and continued: "Although Lord Longyang is Wei Yu's favorite, he is a disciple with superb swordsmanship." Zaduo, don’t mess with him.”
Jiang He thought for a her memory, she and Long Yangjun only met once, and there was no Long Yangjun is loyal to King Wei, so she will probably mess with him.
Since he would be provoked, Jiang He would not respond.
Zhao Zheng talked a lot today. He turned around and looked at Jiang He, frowning slightly and said: "People in Wei like to put poison in incense burners. When you arrive in Wei, don't use incense."
This may be Zhao Zheng’s experience.
Jiang He nodded after hearing this, reluctantly pursed his lips and smiled: "I understand."
"what do you know?"
Zhao Zheng suddenly became angry.
"Do you know whether Jiang Anqing is dead or alive? Do you know that when Wei Yu saw you, he had an extra bargaining chip to blackmail Jiang Anqing into handing over the secret book? Do you know which way the gate of Luoyang opens, and how to escape easily? Do you know ! You know? You are the most self-righteous woman I have ever seen!"
A series of stern reprimands came down from his head, the sound was so loud and fierce that it frightened an egret that was drinking water by the lake and flew He looked at Zhao Zheng with slightly red cheeks and retorted: "So what if I am self-righteous? Even if I have to sacrifice my life in exchange for my father's freedom, I still have my duty."
Zhao Zheng sneered: "It's just an old life, is it worth it?"
"It's worth it!" Jiang He stared at him, his chest heaving a little because of his anger.
He doesn't understand her.
I don’t understand how she and her father depended on each other after their mother didn’t understand how her father taught her to write, play chess, teach her the art of war, and even teach her to eat well in the envoy’s carriage thousands of miles away.
He also doesn’t understand the love between parents and their children.
I don’t understand how much effort it takes to raise a baby, and I don’t understand the word family love.
"Zhao Zheng," Jiang He called his name, raised his head and said, "In your eyes, naturally everything is worthless and can be measured and exchanged."
Zhao Zheng snorted coldly: "Her Highness the Princess knows how to spit on others."
"Isn't it?" Jiang He sneered, "I'm leaving, don't you want Jiang Ben to send a few more sisters? What does my life and death have to do with you?"
Zhao Zheng was so angry that he turned around and left. After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something. He took out a brown pottery bottle from his sleeve and handed it over with straightened arm.
"Give you!"
The small clay vase is sealed with a wooden stopper and has a bell attached to it.
It contained the golden sore medicine brewed by Jiang He himself.
She bit Zhao Zheng because she identified the purse on Chang'an Jun's bedside and was poisoned. When she woke up, she applied medicine to Zhao Zheng, using the medicine in this bottle.
After that, Jiang He moved away and lived in the side hall, but he didn't take the bottle of medicine with him.
She took away the letters and the gold cakes, but not the life-threatening medicine.
Jiang He took a step back and did not answer.
"Take it and use it," she said.
The wound on his wrist wasn't healed yet, and she could do it again.
"It's not rare." Zhao Zheng stretched out his hand again, as if he wanted to leave here immediately.
"Do I care about what you have used?" Jiang He was also annoyed.
The two stood facing each other, each furious.
They shouldn't be so angry, but for some reason, they became like this after just a few words.
"It's not rare!" Zhao Zheng raised his hand, and the silver bell on the pottery vase fell into the water with a "dong" before it made any sound in the air.
Small waves splashed, and the pottery bottle sank into the deep water, leaving behind broken bubbles.
Zhao Zheng had already strode away, and the Lang Zhong who was hiding in the dark quickly gathered his troops to protect him.
Jiang He was the only one left by the lake, and she glanced at the position where the pottery vase had sunk into the was far away from the shore and it was really impossible to salvage it.
"Who is this!"
Somewhat annoyed, but also inexplicably funny, Jiang He turned around and looked in the direction where Zhao Zheng disappeared and stamped his feet.
You ruined my things. Even if you kneel down and beg me in the future, you won’t give it to me anymore! "No more!" Zhao Zheng's back had disappeared, but she still shouted loudly.
Not long after leaving the lake, Jiang He saw people waiting on the roadside who were worried about her.
Wei Ji had a concerned and relaxed smile in his eyes. He waited for her to approach and said warmly, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Jiang He's anger had dissipated and he walked back side by side with Wei Ji.
On the official road beside the dense forest, Yongguo's carriage pulling gold cakes had adjusted its direction, but Zongjun was still sitting in front of the carriage, driving the carriage.
"How is Zong Fengyu going back?" Jiang He asked when he saw that he didn't bring another carriage.
"Your Majesty," Zong Jun lowered his head and said, "I can't go back. Your Majesty has expelled this slave from Zhiyang Palace because she secretly resold palace objects."
It was so.
After all, it still hurt him.
"I'll go tell His Majesty." Jiang He took a few steps.
Zhao Zheng did not take the official road. He turned back south on the path in the dense forest. Now he was riding a horse to pursue him, and he might still be able to catch him.
"No need!" Zongjun said quickly, "I am an eunuch. I have no relatives and no skills. Your Majesty does not want it, so I just want to stay with His Highness and show His Highness these golden cakes. It is also good."
Is that so? Jiang He hesitated for a moment, but before he could answer, Wei Ji beside him smiled and said, "Did Zhao Zheng want you to say that?"
(End of this chapter)
