Chapter 54 The Queen Marries Again Jiang Ben thought for a long time on the way back to his mother country. Who did he owe to his return?
On the surface, it seems that the king of Yong State expelled the queen and asked her to return to Qi State to choose someone to serve as her.
But in fact, the marriage between Qi and Yong has been ruined. Even if he still wants to marry a Qi woman, the envoy can just go back and he should not be let back.
Therefore, in fact, Zhao Zheng was just fulfilling his promise to Jiang He.
Therefore, it was Jiang He who could bring him back.
After Jiang Ben thought about this clearly, he knew how to deal with the matter.
"Father," he rolled up the marriage letter and said seriously, "in that case, please tell me about Princess An Guo's Nian Geng. I will write it and I will send it to you."
Jiang Ben patted his chest and said: "When Wei Ji was as old as his son, he had already begun to recruit customers. My son had been a hostage in Yong for three years and had just come back. He had to do something to make sure that his father's worries and teachings were not in vain. .”
This is what it looks like.
How could she defend the fake princess who married in her sister's place as soon as she came back?
Speaking of this, although the Chang'an Lord who assassinated his daughter Jiang Yuheng has been executed, the King of Qi still feels that he cannot swallow this breath.
The apple of your eye has been killed by you, why are you still discussing marriage?
If they hadn't released Jiang Bi back, Qi would have turned against Zhao Zheng.
The Yong people are cunning and cannot be trusted, so it would be best to marry Jiang He to Wei State, which would be most beneficial to Qi State.
As for the art of war, would she dare not give it to him?
Thinking of this, the king of Qi said: "If Bi'er is not afraid of hard work, you can handle this matter. If you need to bring anyone with you, just ask the Prime Minister to arrange it. Bi'er does things cheaply and does not have to ask for orders in everything."
Jiang Ben happily patted his belly and said loudly: "Father, don't worry! This matter is important, and I will handle it well!"
What comes to join is the history of Wei's governance of millet.
Zhisu Neishi was in charge of farmland water conservancy and was also responsible for transporting grain and grass to the army.
They had already tried it out a few days ago, scraping together food and grass for a trade, and earned ten kilograms of gold cakes.
The salary of the prime minister of Wei was no more than five kilograms of gold cakes a year.
At first, the inner historian was worried that there was fraud. Why was grain collected at high prices in the city, but someone was selling it outside the city?Later, when I bought it, I found that the grain and grass outside the city were mixed with a lot of grass seeds and chopped stalks, which was a serious case of substandard goods.
Those who collect grain in the city have strict requirements.
It seems that the grain and grass outside the city cannot meet the standards, and only those within the city are collected.
The internal historian was relieved.
Their food and grass are used to provide disaster relief or to be sent to the battlefield. They don't eat it themselves, so it doesn't matter if it is mixed with weed seeds and chopped stalks.
Being able to exchange good food for second-rate food and take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune, the internal historian thought it was a good deal.
In order to avoid being investigated and punished, the internal historian spent a lot of , he even got permission from the prime minister to open the largest granary in Luoyang City, Kyoto, Wei State.
A full seven thousand carts of food.
The man who came to collect the grain was a lame man.
He handed over a cart of gold cakes, then turned around and raised his hand.
Under the cover of darkness, hundreds of people swarmed in behind them, and within an hour, the granary was completely empty.
The internal historian looked at the cart of gold cakes and was so excited that his hands trembled.
But it's not time to relax yet.
They immediately arranged for someone to escort the gold cake, and pulled it out of Kyoto overnight and ran to the city's grain warehouse.
The warehouse was quiet and hard to find, but fortunately they had already been there once before, sneakily stopping in front of the red lacquer door and knocking on the brass ring.
"Open the door and come buy food."
It was quiet inside, not even a barking dog.
"What's going on?" The internal historian swallowed and felt his mouth was dry.
Is it too late, people are resting?
Or is there something fishy? That incredible possibility made the internal historian's knees weak and his head sweating.
"Smash it open!" he said immediately.
A few men stepped forward and smashed the door twice, and then the door came crashing the smoke and dust, they saw that the warehouse originally filled with grain was clean.
After a few "squeaks", a frightened mouse jumped up and scurried along the corner.
"Where's the food?"
The internal historian was stunned.
Grain is gone.
Although a cart of gold cakes is enough to buy more food and grass, the gold cakes cannot be eaten or drank. What should we do if there is a famine or war?
The matter was so important that the governor did not dare to hide it and quickly reported the matter to the prime minister.
Because Zhang Zhai, the prime minister of Wei, had accepted five kilograms of gold cakes from Zhi Su Neishi, he originally turned a blind eye to this matter and waited to get some benefits.
But now there was trouble. He sat behind a few cases with a serious look on his face. He quickly rubbed his clothes with his fingers to cover up his anxiety. After a long time, he said: "You have fallen into a trap."
Zhang Zhai's narrow triangular eyes gleamed, and his voice was cold: "This matter has been for the treasury's food and grass from the beginning. Now that there is no food and grass, if the monarch asks about it, your head will not be safe."
Zhisu Neishi knelt down in disbelief.
As if he were mourning his heir, he cried: "Sir! Save this little man's life!"
"Don't worry," Zhang Zhai whispered, "you have gold cakes, are you still worried that you can't buy grain and grass? Go to the market to buy it, go to people's homes to plunder it, go out to search outside Luoyang City, no matter what, the grain storehouse must be filled. !”
Zhisu Naishi got this idea and resigned.
He tried his best to buy, conquer, and rob, but with little success.
The grain and grass of ordinary people near Kyoto have been sold for a long time, and even hundreds of miles away from Luoyang City, they have been sold the lame man who set him up was nowhere to be found.
"Sir," five days later, Zhisu Naishi ran to Prime Minister Zhang Zhai and knelt down in front of Prime Minister Zhang Zhai with a haggard look on his face. "The lower officials are incompetent and cannot buy food."
Zhang Zhai did not scold his subordinates this time.
He said: "In that case, go ahead and commit suicide out of fear of crime."
When Zhisu Naishi suddenly heard these words, his face turned pale with fright and his whole body trembled.
"My lord, my lord, just go buy it when you are a lower-ranking official. There is no famine or war between you and me now!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of announcements coming one after another on the official road leading to the palace outside the prime minister's residence.
"Report-"
"Urgent report——" "Urgent report——"
If you can't finish eating the pear, you will naturally pick it off and save it.
Zong Jun's legs and feet were strong, so he held the ladder for Jiang He and picked pears in the house.
Jiang He carefully picked the yellow pears one by one and put them into the , the basket under the pear tree was full.
This was just picked today. In fact, Jiang He has stopped going out since the grain harvest, and enjoys picking pears in his free time.
When she heard an emergency call coming from outside the house, she stood under the pear tree dressed in red and said to Zongjun with a smile: "Here we come."
News came from all directions and entered the palace of the King of Wei, alarming the man sitting at the top.
That man was stupid, cunning, cruel, and cruel. I don’t know what his reaction will be now.
But obviously, some people get news faster than emergency reports.
King Wei's male favorite, the man named Long Yangjun, rushed into the courtyard in the morning light, drew his sword and pointed it at Jiang He.
"is that you?"
he asked sharply.
It was difficult to tell the difference between male and female, and the beautiful and unusually beautiful eyebrows were distorted by anger. The blade of the sword was cold and pressed against Jiang He's clothes.
Zongjun took a deep breath and went to protect Jiang He.
However, Jiang He took a step forward, stopped Zongjun, and looked at Long Yangjun again.
"Master, please make it clear," Jiang He said, "what is me and what is not me."
"Zhao, Han, Chu, Yan, do you know what they are doing now?" Long Yangjun became furious every time he spit out the name of a country.
These days, Jiang He thought that he was surrendering and writing about the art of war, so he gave him bunches of pearls to appease him.
Unexpectedly, there was news today that the Wei State had been suppressed by a large army, and it was not just the troops of one country?
Such an unbelievable thing requires Long Yangjun to confirm it repeatedly before he is willing to believe it.
What can make countries come in droves like flies?It's the art of war, it's a secret book of military strategists!
"So that's it," Jiang He looked at Lord Long Yang with a smile, the morning light flowing in his eyes, and Shi Shiran said, "The young master really can't hurt me. Otherwise, the Wei Kingdom will fall apart in an instant, and within three days, To destroy the country!"
The sword in Long Yangjun's hand trembled, and finally he suddenly withdrew it.
"I'm going to meet His Majesty right now. You don't think that you can destroy our century-old foundation of the Wei Dynasty with a trivial skill, do you?"
Jiang He sneered, put the last pear into the basket, and slowly walked back to the inner room to change clothes.
What ruined your Wei Dynasty was not a small skill, but the reign of a cowardly king.
After noon, the edict summoning Princess Jiang He of Anguo was sent to the house. Along with the summons for the chamberlain, the prince Wei Ji also arrived.
"I'm afraid they won't treat you well."
Wei Ji explained.
There was a bit of sadness on his face, but he managed to smile at Jiang He.
"I'm fine." Jiang He nodded, took the edict, and stepped into the carriage.
After coming to Luoyang for so long, this was the first time she saw Wei Yu, the king of Wei.
The King of Wei was wearing yellow and ink Yuanduan court clothes. He stood at the highest point of the hall where the ministers were kneeling and worshiped. He looked down at everyone with an anxious and angry expression.
The courtiers were talking a lot about why there was no news beforehand and why these countries suddenly sent millions of troops to attack Wei.
In the midst of the commotion, the chamberlain shouted loudly: "Princess An Guo has an audience."
King Wei immediately looked towards the entrance of the palace, and the ministers also automatically divided into two rows and looked sideways. In the silence that was being suppressed, Jiang He walked step by step.
She was wearing the court dress of a Qi princess.
Dongzhu wipes her forehead, a golden phoenix hairpin hangs gently on her high bun, her white collar is embroidered with a picture of the rising sun and auspicious clouds over the East China Sea, her purple skirt touches the ground, and she walks steadily.
If light clouds cover the moon, it is like the flowing wind returning snow.
The eyes are cut and the seven orifices are exquisite, the nose is straight like the whirling mountain shadows, and the red lips are plump like the flames of the wilderness. The most admirable thing is the oval face with pear dimples looming. Although it is smiling, it looks like it is leading an army. Spirit.
People dare not play with it, dare not be presumptuous, and dare not covet it.
She is beautiful but not vulgar, has a good heart, and is calm and generous. Even if the princess of Qi arrives, she is nothing more than this.
But it was obvious that the king of Wei cared more about her vicious heart than her beauty.
"I heard that you sent secret messages to various countries. Did you summon these soldiers and horses?"
Although it was unbelievable, the king of Wei still asked.
"Yes." Jiang He replied.
The ministers who had not figured out the truth were immediately in an uproar.
"We, the State of Wei, treat you with courtesy, why do you do this?" King Wei walked down the steps and shouted.
"Treat each other with courtesy?" Jiang He smiled with a cold smile.
"Then may I ask where my biological father is now?"
Only then did King Wei show a look of surprise on his face.
Have you not met your biological father?In order to save your birth father, aren't you writing the Art of War and dedicating it to others? Why did you unite with the powerful enemies of Wei State and do such a double-dealing thing? But asking these questions in front of the courtiers made it appear that he, the king, had succumbed to Jiang He's conspiracy.
The King of Wei said sternly: "I ask you, what did you tell them? How did they agree to withdraw?"
Jiang He took a step forward.
Out of Wei Ji's careful care.
She raised her voice and said: "I want them to use half of the troops and horses to meet the second half of the military secret volume, or to rush into Luoyang and divide the Wei Kingdom and eat it."
"How dare you!" King Wei suddenly took a few steps. Because he was so angry and embarrassed, his steps were messy and he almost fell down.
In the chaos, Long Yangjun hurriedly stepped forward to support King Wei, turned to Jiang He and said, "If you let your father go, will you send the secret scroll out to relieve the current crisis in Wei?"
Jiang He looked at Long Yangjun as if he were a fool.
Is it necessary to go to such great lengths just to release my father?
Her hands hurt from writing the secret scroll, and Zongjun's waist was bent from the exhaustion of collecting and selling grain. Zhao Zheng came to ask for an advantage and even sprained Zongjun's feet.
You have given too much, and you have to get it back a thousand times.
Jiang He slowly shook his head, raised his slender arm and pointed at King Wei, and said, "I want him to die."
(End of this chapter)