Chapter 95 Her Birthday There were no tea leaves, but the water was yellow.
There was a little ash in the yellow, and even though it was boiled, it still couldn't hide the pungent smell of decaying vegetation.
After Jiang He arrived at the canal repair camp, although she ate and drank together with Zheng Xinguan and the others, she must have received special care.
"Master Zheng," Jiang He turned around and asked, "Does the water we drink on weekdays come from here?"
"There is no water here," Zheng Xinguan replied. "The water you are drinking is brought from Jiuwei Mountain by His Majesty's special order."
It was only after she drank such sweet water that she almost agreed to the plan to divert the canal water.
Seeing that Jiang He didn't drink, and Zheng Xinguan mentioned His Majesty in his words, the chief was a little embarrassed and timid and said: "We only store water in cellars on rainy days, which makes this girl disgusted."
Jiang He shook his head with a smile, picked up the water bowl, and took a sip.
It's bitter when it enters the throat, and the lips and tongue feel like they've been rubbed by sand and gravel. It's indescribably smell of sourness entered the stomach, and there was a spasm in the throat.
Jiang He simply drank it down and put the pottery bowl on the table.
"Where is the water cellar? Let me go and have a look." She stood up and said.
A circular water cellar two arms wide was dug at the lowest point in the backyard of the house. The surrounding brick platform was as high as the ground, and was covered with a layer of broken straw mats.
The straw mat was opened, revealing a manhole cover locked by an iron lock.
The manager opened the manhole cover with a lock and explained that all the rain and snow in the yard would flow into the cellar, where it would be precipitated and filtered and used to boil water for cooking.
Jiang He glanced inside.
There was a leaf floating in the turbid well water, which was not very deep.
The director quickly took out the leaves, shook the water off the leaves, and threw the leaves aside.
Because of the ripples caused by this stirring, more light penetrates into the water He lowered his head and saw slender insects swimming in the water, densely packed.
The leaves can be fished out, but there is nothing you can do about the insects that live in damp places.
She turned away, a little disgusted, but more sad.
Before he could speak, he suddenly heard lively sounds coming from outside the low courtyard wall.
Someone is marrying off his daughter.
Looking beyond the low wall, I saw a sedan being carried, with a matchmaker leading the way and passing by outside.
The bride in the sedan chair kept crying, accompanied by the festive music, which was a bit harsh.
Zheng Xinguan looked at the scene outside the wall and said thoughtfully: "Today is actually an auspicious day. I wonder if the bride price for marrying a wife here is large. My two sons have almost drained my blood."
"No more, no more," the mayor raised his hand to greet the passers-by outside, and replied, "One cellar of water is enough."
With a betrothal gift of one jiaozi water, one can marry off one's daughter.
It can be seen that ordinary people, even the mayor's family, do not have such a simple water cellar.
Water is the life of vegetation, crops, and even people.
A detour was needed to build the canal. Because of the long distance, the people here would not have access to water.
What about not going around? The construction period promised by Zhao Zhenghao is impossible to achieve; if the canal is repaired for a few more years, there may be another trouble in the six once again all the people from the world gather together to attack Yong, the country of Yong will be in danger.
My father said, be ruthless and don't be sad.
But her father also taught her what Meng Ke said: "The people are the most valuable, the country is second, and the king is the least important."
Jiang He hesitantly walked out of the village and looked into the distance with Zheng Xinguan.
At the end of the dusty road, the cry of the newlywed bride slowly disappeared, but lingered in my mind.
Not far away, the bare mountains undulate, separating this place from the outside into two worlds.
If the canal water comes rushing, if the canal water comes rushing...
Jiang He's hands suddenly clenched tightly at the skirt of his clothes.
"Shipmaster Zheng..." she said decisively.
"Your Highness the Princess." Zheng Xinguan turned his head to look at her with wet eyes, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"Dig the mountain!" Jiang He said, "I would rather dig the mountain through the longer construction period!"
"Yes!" Zheng Xinguan rubbed his hands, his cheeks were rosy because he was too excited, "Weichen will go and confirm the Qu Tu."
Yang Li's master Cang Yan, since he entered the prison, did not try to escape like Yang Li did.
He obeyed the jailer's orders and ate as he was told and slept as he was told.
In his spare time, he held a thin wooden stick and wrote and drew on the floor of his cell, remaining silent.
The jailer copied his paintings every day and presented them to Su Yu for review.
Su Yu couldn't understand it, so he asked Li Tonggu to read it.
Li Tonggu had followed Wei Zhangde, who was in charge of ordnance manufacturing, for many years. After reading it, he said that what Cang Yan drew was the internal structure of a crossbow.
He changed a mechanism to make the crossbow shoot farther.
Su Yu was confused and asked, "Is this person powerful?"
"Awesome," Li Tonggu said, "If the general finds out that this person is clean in the future, please send him to me."
Su Yu said nothing, silently waiting for the news from Shu County.
Less than a month later, the news finally came.
Yang Li's tribe had all been executed, but he learned from several insiders in Shu County that his master was indeed named Cang Yan and he was in his thirties.
I heard that he was a person with a high status in the Moh family and was serious about his speech.
This confirmed the identity.
Su Yu reported the matter to Zhao Zheng, but Zhao Zheng remained unmoved.
Su Yu knew that Princess Jiang He of Anguo had not returned to Kyoto for a long time since she left angrily a month Majesty and her seemed to be angry with each other. She didn't write to her, and His Majesty didn't ask.
A few days ago, Zheng Xinguan announced that Princess Anguo had rejected the suggestion to change the route and was excavating Tianyan Mountain.
"Go to Hanqu."
On a muggy morning in early summer, Zhao Zheng suddenly issued this order.
So the doctor ordered his troops to protect Zhao Zheng and drive him to clear the way to the rode fast horses and arrived at Hanqu in less than a day.
The tent was teacup was placed on the table, and the water in the teapot next to it was already cold.
Zhao Zheng raised his hand to pour a glass, and frowned when he saw the water was turbid and yellow.
Zongjun on the side immediately said: "This water is not poisonous, your Majesty, don't worry."
"Is this the water from Mount Jiufeng?" Zhao Zheng asked.
Zongjun shook his head, with some unbearable expression on his face: "Your Highness no longer drinks the water from Mount Jiuwei. She drinks the water here just like the slaves."
Zhao Zheng turned around suddenly, opened the tent and looked into the distance.
Tianyan Mountain stands tall, and as far as the eye can see, there are figures of people working on their shoulders, carrying their hands, and they are extremely busy.
Zhao Zheng saw a carriage at the foot of Tianyan Mountain.
The carriage was dilapidated and looked like it had traveled a long way.
There was a guard standing next to the car. Seeing that Zhao Zheng had arrived, he tried to kneel down and salute, but Zhao Zheng waved his hand and waved him away.
Two voices came from behind the carriage.
One is lively and playful, the other is calm and indifferent.
"It's not easy being a maid," the little girl Cai Ling complained. "I went to the capital first, and then I heard that the princess came to Hanqu, so I hurried here."
"Why have you been gone for so long?" Jiang He asked, "I sent people to look for you, but they couldn't find you."
Cai Ling's cheeks turned red and she apologized: "It's all my fault that my servant had too many things to do and took a detour and emptied our house in Luoyang."
She said, patting the carriage carriage with a proud look on her face.
Jiang He then smiled.
"Did you bring my silver comb?"
"Of course!" Cai Ling patted him hard again, causing a layer of loess to fall from the carriage.
She bent down and took out a bundle.
"After the princess left, Mr. Jiang woke up and asked his servant to bring this. He said it was a gift for the princess."
The bundle was very light. Jiang He opened it carefully and saw something round wrapped in a piece of seven-color brocade.
"Black Pearl!" Cai Ling exclaimed, "This is my first time seeing you."
Jiang Ben's letter was written on seven-color brocade. The handwriting was crooked, which showed that his body had not fully recovered.
Jiang He read it out softly: "My sister, Princess Anguo, personally married me. When I was 12 years old, I heard that there was a mysterious pearl in the sea. No one in the world could get it. I risked my life to look for it and finally got one. Now I sincerely give it to you. I hope my sister will not be able to get it." Abandon it and carry it with you, and you will eventually achieve something that no one can achieve. Absolutely. Also, if it happens to be the sixth day of May, congratulations on your birthday."
"The sixth day of May?"
Cai Ling jumped up on the spot.
"Is His Highness's birthday the sixth day of the fifth lunar month? Isn't it today? It's a coincidence that your servant came back today! Could it be that Young Master Jiang has foresight?"
Jiang He smiled and rubbed her head. Zhao Zheng stopped in the distance, looking stunned.
The sixth day of May? He didn't even know her birthday.
Jiang Ben knew this, apparently because he had taken her Geng Tie to the State of Wei to marry Wei Ji.
Jiang Ben gave the only black pearl in the world, wishing Jiang He to achieve something that no one has ever accomplished.
What about him?what to give? The little girl was still chattering.
"This, this is a gift from Mr. Wei. It seems to be a birthday gift as well."
Cai Ling took out the red wooden box and put it in Jiang He's arms to open.
There was no letter in the wooden box, only a small sleeve crossbow.
The crossbow is exquisitely made, as if it were made with Korean craftsmanship.
"Young Master Wei wants His Highness to protect you," Cai Ling said.
"Put it up."
Jiang He nodded, holding the pearl in his hand, and sighed softly.
She thought of Wei Ji's sudden kiss on the Octagon, his breath, and his sad expression.
"Your Highness Princess, please look at something else——"
Cai Ling's voice stopped suddenly, and then she covered her mouth.
"Your Majesty," she saluted.
Zhao Zheng said nothing, but Cai Ling understood the meaning in his eyes.
She ran away, wanting to take the carriage away, but hesitated before letting it go.
At the foot of the empty mountain, Zhao Zheng and Jiang He stood opposite each other.
They had a fight a month ago and have not yet reconciled.
Today is her birthday. She has no relatives or friends here, and she doesn't even know about it.
"Your Majesty." Jiang He knelt down and saluted, his expression dignified and distant.
Zhao Zheng couldn't stand her like this.
"Call Gu Gu's name." He ordered.
Jiang He looked up at him, frowned and said, "Your Majesty, if you have nothing else to do, I have to do something."
"Why don't you drink the water Gu sent?" Zhao Zhengdao.
"Why did you accept Wei Ji's gift?" he asked next.
"Why didn't you tell me your birthday?" He gradually became unreasonable.
Jiang He raised his feet and walked away, but was picked up by Zhao Zheng and thrown into the carriage.
"Fuck!"
Seeing this scene from a distance, Cai Ling beat her chest and stamped her feet.
I should have known that I should have pulled the carriage away!
(End of this chapter)