Chapter 48 Dungeon Visit Jiang He stood up slowly.
Wei Ji, who was holding the food box in his hand and standing by the door looking in, suddenly said: "Xiaohe, let me go in and take a look first."
There was no joy in his eyes because Jiang He and his daughter met each other, but instead he was filled with worries.
Jiang He's heart sank.
Maybe I am too optimistic? When she was trapped in the dungeon, those people threatened her to hand over the secret documents, saying that Jiang Anqing had been convince her, they threw one of her father's arms into a dungeon.
Since he could be so cruel back then, my father may have suffered other tortures during the three years he was imprisoned.
"No need." Jiang He raised his steps to the door.
Along with her figure, the sudden scorching light of noon was thrown into the house.
Like gods drinking away demons, tigers and wolves scaring away hunting dogs, the darkness in the house is swept away.
This is the small hall leading to the bedroom.
The decoration in the hall is simple, there are no calligraphy and paintings on the walls, a low table overturned, a shallow tripod upside down on the ground, spilling yellow and black but white food.
Mosquitoes and flies were flying around.
The food was rotten and spoiled, giving off a pungent smell in the house.
Jiang He walked to the door of the bedroom and called softly: "Father, are you there?"
The sound of "pop" seemed to be the sound of chess pieces falling from the chessboard.
Jiang He pushed the door open and went in.
Beside the bed in the dark bedroom, a man was kneeling upright on the futon, playing chess alone.
He has a haggard appearance and a haggard appearance. His right sleeve is empty and he is playing chess with his left hand.
Perhaps he was startled by Jiang He's movement, the white chess piece in his hand fell down, jumped on the chessboard and rolled to the ground.
Jiang Anqing was like a frozen sculpture, sitting quietly on her knees.
But even though he was in prison, he maintained his upright figure and maintained the demeanor of everyone, upholding the dignity and appearance that an envoy of a country should have, neither arrogant nor humble.
"Father!" Jiang He walked a few steps quickly, his legs seemed to have lost their strength, and he knelt in front of him with weak knees.
Jiang Anqing did not respond.
The imagined scene of father and daughter being reunited and crying with emotion did not happen.
Jiang He raised his head with some anxiety.
First, see the chaotic layout of black and white on the chessboard.
There are no rules and formations, and even the positions are wrong. The spiritless sons lie on the chessboard, like dead corpses.
Then I saw Jiang Anqing's much longer beard, dry and flaky lips, thin and pale cheeks, and a pair of hollow eyes with drooping eyelids that lacked light.
Jiang Anqing, her handsome father, the father who went on a mission to conquer the six kingdoms, the father who raised her and taught her, lost his eyesight.
Jiang He sat paralyzed on the ground.
"The food delivery guy is here? Go sit outside."
Only when Jiang He pulled his sleeves did Jiang Anqing speak in a he turned around, he was no longer the knowledgeable and humorous father in Jiang He's memory.
Jiang Anqing seemed to have aged ten years.
It was not only his face that changed, but also the dejection and confusion that losing his eyes brought to his whole person.
The cane was placed beside the bed. Jiang Anqing stretched out his hand to hold it familiarly, while Jiang He knelt down and hugged Jiang Anqing's leg.
"Father, it's me, it's Xiaohe," she cried with tears streaming down her face, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my daughter is useless and has brought you to this."
However, Jiang Anqing touched her hand in a panic and pushed her away quickly as if he was electrocuted. He was shocked and said: "You are here to deliver food, why are you hugging me?"
Doesn't he remember?Did he not only lose his eyes, but also his mind?
Jiang He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the door. Wei Ji was standing there, with a heavy look of sadness on his handsome face.
"Xiaohe," his voice was almost inaudible, "when I came back from Qi, Mr. Jiang had lost his eyes. And in order to extract a confession, they used needles to hurt Mr. Jiang's mind. In the past three years, when he got better, He can talk about military strategies with others, and he won't eat or drink when he is tired. He has forgotten who he is. I originally thought he could remember you..."
Wei Ji couldn't continue, so he stepped forward to help Jiang He stand up, but she had already stood up alone.
Before the tears on his face were wiped dry, Jiang He followed Jiang Anqing to the front hall.
She lifted up the overturned table, put the spilled and rotten vegetables back into the tripod, and took it to the yard.
Use a silk handkerchief to clean Jiang Anqing's hands, then wipe the dust in the house, wipe away the stains on the floor, and finally go out to get water to wash her hands before returning to Jiang Anqing.
The interior has a completely new look, and there is no longer the sour smell of decay.
"Master Jiang," she said respectfully, kneeling down in front of Jiang Anqing, "Today's lunch is mutton buns. A little winter melon is added. The meat is freshly bought. It is fresh and tender without any smell."
"Okay, okay." Jiang Anqing nodded, "Just a bunch of food to satisfy my hunger, hardworking girl."
Jiang He held back tears and opened the food box, put the chopsticks into Jiang Anqing's hands, gently held his arm, and guided him to pick up the buns.
Jiang Anqing caught the bun, but before he could put it into his mouth, the bun fell into his lap.
The moist, hot and soft touch went all the way down and fell under the table.
"My steamed bun!" Jiang Anqing dropped her chopsticks and went to look for it. Before Jiang He could stop her, she groped for the steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth.
"You girl!" he complained as he ate, "I have no eyes, don't you too? Can a person without eyes use chopsticks? And hold the chopsticks with your left hand? Do you want to starve me to death so that I can be buried with you? Really? You are a wild girl who has a mother but no father! Get lost!"
There is a mother but no father to support...
Her mother died when she was eight years old, and there was no news from her father when she was 13 years He let him scold him.
She knelt in front of Jiang Anqing and watched him eat until his beard was covered with stuffing dough and dirt, watched him pick up every fallen bun and eat it up, and watched him take a big gulp of noodle soup, with the soup flowing down his chin and onto his him lose his temper after eating and overturn several cases.
The unfinished noodle soup was spilled on Jiang He's green dark clothes, which she wore specially to meet her father in order to look stable and elegant.
Jiang He stood up, wearing wet clothes full of soup and water, and ran outside the house.
Wei Ji chased her out and asked her to wait, but she didn't want to wait for a moment.
Her father, now without his right arm, his eyes, and his mind, is now living in a prison of an enemy country, living in an enemy prison with no dignity, and living on his last breath.
Father!
The originally sunny sky was obscured by dark clouds, but in just a moment, it began to rain heavily.
The yellow oil-paper umbrella opened above her head, and Wei Ji whispered: "Xiaohe."
His voice was cautious, lest he hurt Jiang He's heart if he said another word.
But Jiang He looked at the raindrops that wet the corners of his skirt, and the sadness in his eyes had walked into the rain and walked to the carriage in just a few steps. Her clothes were already soaked through.
Wei Ji followed closely behind her. The oil-paper umbrella tilted towards Jiang He did not protect him from the wind and rain, and his clothes were all soaked.
"Master Wei," Jiang He gritted his teeth and turned around in the wind and rain, "Wei Yu is so cruel and inhumane. He took away my father's eyes and mind. Is he deceiving my father and daughter who are weak and unable to take revenge?"
Weak and weak, yes.
Although Jiang Anqing was an envoy of Qi State and held a high position, he was not worthy of sending an entire country's troops to fight for him.
And Jiang He is even more of a weak woman. Even if Qiu He is extremely intelligent, not a single soldier can shake the position of King Wei.
If it weren't for Wei Ji's rescue, Jiang He would have if it weren't for his obstruction after returning to Wei, Jiang Anqing wouldn't have survived.
So over the years, in order to protect his beloved, Wei Ji worked hard every moment to become stronger.
"Xiaohe," he shouted in the wind and rain, "I already have a way to rescue Lord Jiang."
"Really?" Jiang He stood in front of the carriage, his cheeks wet by the rain showing a cold blue-white light, "But it's not enough."
Not enough, just like Zhao Zheng said at that time, not enough.
I sank into the scorching hot tub, smelling the scent of medicinal herbs that warded off cold and evil spirits. The steaming mist blurred my wet face, and I couldn't tell whether it was water or tears.
When Jiang He came to Wei State, revenge was not included in his original plan.
Even if her father lost an arm, she would just rescue him and send him back to father is optimistic and tolerant by nature. He will reconcile with the King of Wei for the sake of diplomatic relations between the two countries.
And in order to repay Wei Ji's affection, she was even ready to give him the secrets of war and reform strategies that she had finally understood in the past three years.
Wei Ji was extremely smart and responded to hundreds of requests in the Wei state. As long as he got help, he could first change his methods to become stronger, and then send troops to wipe out Liuhe.
Let everyone in the world speak the same language, and they will all be the people of the same country.
The war is rusty and the war is peaceful.
There will be peace in the sea and the people will be happy.
As long as the war can be ended with war, Jiang He doesn't even care whether the person who holds the throne in the future is the heir of King Qi.
But after seeing my father today, everything changed.
Her father taught her to be brave and fearless, but did not teach her to be timid and cowardly; her father taught her to be tolerant to others, but did not teach her to distinguish between good and evil.
She is a child raised by her father, and she should behave like his daughter.
His daughter can work in the kitchen with arm ropes tied up, or she can be a regicide sword.
"Zongjun!" Jiang He called through the closed door as soon as he got out of the bathroom and put on his clothes.
Zong Jun arrived immediately.
"The water slaves who bathe have already experienced it. Your Highness, you can rest assured." He informed outside the door.
Zongjun was startled when he met Jiang He who was all wet outside the he felt that there was something to write in today's secret letter, he was also worried that something had happened.
Jiang He approached the door and asked in a clear voice: "I would like to ask you, how much money do we have available?"
we……
It sounds warm in my heart.
Zongjun said without hesitation: "I just did an inventory today. There are [-] kilograms of gold cakes in the storehouse, and there is also a handful of pearls worth fifty kilograms of gold cakes."
"Pearl?" Jiang He was a little surprised.
"The pearl that Your Highness fell under the pear tree to admire was taken back by the servant." Zongjun said respectfully, "One pearl is not a small quantity."
"Okay!" Jiang He nodded when he heard the words and walked around the house, "The money has to be spent before it belongs to us."
The continuous rain had just stopped, and the officials and people who were rushing to work did not dare to take a rest, which made the construction of Han Canal faster.
Zhao Zheng stood on a high place and looked down at his feet. The mountains in the distance were undulating, and he felt uncertain.
"I met Jiang Anqing and got caught in the rain." The officials around him told him to leave afterwards, and then he muttered to himself, "And he said he would spend money."
Li Wenzhou, who was standing not far away, took a step closer.
Sure enough, Zhao Zheng turned to look at him and asked in a deep voice: "Which is the fastest way from here to Luoyang?"
(End of this chapter)