Chapter 102 "Your Highness the Queen Mother, please come back."

Lord Fengchang, who hosted the ceremony, persuaded the Queen Mother's Feng Jia again and again.

Originally, according to the arrangement, at this time, we would enjoy singing and dancing and have a feast at the Han Canal, which is connected to the water.

But now that the altar was almost demolished, and seeing the people going crazy to block the water in the canals, the Queen Mother couldn't calm down for a long time.

It's terrible that the Jiang family of Qi State can inspire so many people to risk their lives and save him.

Fortunately, she didn't have any objections.

"How is your Majesty?" The Queen Mother looked in Han Qu's direction, a little embarrassed, and asked.

"Your Majesty is safe and well. He has ordered people to clear the road for ten miles. He will stay at the foot of Tianyan Mountain tonight and no one is allowed to disturb him." Lord Fengchang carefully reported, "We will naturally obey the order."

"Bullshit."

Although the Queen Mother said this, she still got into the carriage and went back to the palace under the escort of her husband.

Today's Zhao Zheng is no longer the Zhao Zheng of the past, and she cannot control him too harshly.

She also wanted to wait for the opportunity so that Zhao Zheng could be blessed with many women and have children.

Su Yu, the commander-in-chief of the Guard Army, also withdrew ten miles away. Although he was acting on orders, he was still a little worried.

Starting from the edge of the canal where Zhao Zheng and Jiang He embraced each other, the surrounding ten miles had been cleared and no one was allowed to enter.

After leaving the Mohist Cangyan, who had been rescued from drowning to death, to the care of his subordinates, Su Yu sternly ordered: "One man every ten steps, surround this place."

Make a circle as big as ten miles to protect the king's safety.

Also protect the woman's safety.

"Hold Gu's hand."

Zhao Zheng was in front and Jiang He was behind, stepping onto the altar step by step.

The ink-colored sacrificial clothes are luxurious and solemn, while the plain white clothes are elegant and graceful.

The sunset bloomed with brilliant colors in the western sky, coating their clothes with a layer of golden light.

Apart from this pair of lovers, there is only a tall altar between heaven and earth.

The altar was built solidly, and the commander who went to block the river only removed a few steps, so most of it remained intact.

Now they were standing on the altar, in front of them were the sacrifices that had not yet been taken down, as well as the burned-out incense.

Zhao Zheng stepped forward, lit a stick of incense, inserted it into the incense burner again, and knelt on the ground solemnly.

"what are you going to do?"

Being dragged here by Zhao Zheng, Jiang He was already a little He was even more surprised to see the King of Yong kneel down before the ancestors of heaven and earth.

"Listen to Gu." Zhao Zhengdao.

He raised his head, his handsome face was resolute and solemn, his eyes were deep and calm, his strong jaw was slightly raised, and his expression was pious.

"I, Zhao Zheng, the king of Yong State, today swear an oath to the gods of heaven and earth, and make a covenant with the ancestors of the clan. When I was alive, Jiang He of Qi State was my wife, who could control the government and command the three armies; after my death, Jiang He of Qi State was my wife. He is the king who can pay homage to the ancestors and appoint virtuous people to innovate. If this oath is violated, the Han Canal will be cut off and the Yong Kingdom will fall apart."

His head hit the altar hard, making Jiang He take a step back in shock.

This oath is too solemn, too thick, and too heavy.

However, Zhao Zheng had already stood up and held her hand.

He and her hands clasped together, and the sharp dagger cut through their fingers at the same time, spilling a stream of blood.

"Zhao Zheng."

Jiang He let out a cry of pain, and Zhao Zheng had already picked her up and walked off the altar.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, "I'm going to bandage it for you."

The wound was not deep, and Jiang He couldn't help but stretched out his arms and wrapped them around his neck.

"Zhao Zheng," tears flashed in her eyes, "Why do you say after your death? When you die, I will definitely die too, so I don't want to be the king."

Zhao Zheng kicked open the tent curtain, gently placed Jiang He on the bed, and pressed her lips with his fingers.

"Don't talk about death," he said with warning and reproach, "Whoever dies in the world is not allowed to die, even the lonely Ahe."

His bride was obviously not a docile woman. Jiang He sat with his lips pressed against Zhao Zheng's fingers and said stubbornly: "You are not allowed to die either!"

Zhao Zheng removed his fingers, and Jiang He's lips landed on his chest.

His fingers took the opportunity to lift Jiang He's small chin, sealing Jiang He's dissatisfaction with a fiery kiss.

"Jiang He," his lips and teeth were tapping lightly, his voice was wrapped in endless desire, "Call Gu's name." Call Gu's name.

There are only a handful of people in the world who can call him by his first name.

Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng...

This woman had called out in fright and anger, in confusion, in joy, in mischief...

Her lips opened, the tip of her tongue flicked open against the roof of her mouth, and then quickly retracted, as if she was avoiding something.

"Zhao Zheng."

She said these two words vaguely.

It's like opening a box of lust.

There are only two of them in the world.

As the sun set, the fire that burned day and night outside the camp flickered and suddenly sprang up, illuminating her intoxicating face with her eyes closed.

The water of Han Canal is gurgling, and everything seems to be drinking water and things have animism, and all things are not allowed to pry into her beauty.

Zhao Zheng lowered his head and kissed Jiang He's neck, then pulled up the thin brocade quilt to cover the two of them.

"Your Majesty." Jiang He snorted softly, and this voice teased away Zhao Zheng's last line of defense.

"Call me, Zhao Zheng."

Jiang He seemed to be drunk. The desire growing in her heart made her unable to open her eyes and curl up. She was as limp as a well-behaved sheep.

"Zhao Zheng." She obeyed.

She had never been so obedient to his will.

A smile bloomed at the corners of Zhao Zheng's lips.

"Ahe," he called her name in her ear in a moment of intoxication, "Ahe, Ahe."

However, his bride was shattered into pieces of joyful glass.

"Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng."

She called his name again and again, as if she wanted to remember this moment in her heart was as if he wanted to rub his name into the soul of the six realms of reincarnation, and become one with him from life to life. "Jiang He, remember," in the moment of numbness and release, his hands held her soft waist, still warning her, "you are alone."

You are alone.

It is the only one found in this world.

Never abandon or betray.

Jiang He's hair was a little damp, and fine sweat spread all over his forehead.

She said "hmm" softly and closed her eyes on this deviant night.

Zhao Zheng smoothed her hair with his hands and kissed away her sweat.

Zhao Zheng thought with satisfaction, gently stroking her cheek with his fingers.

Because tonight, the little quarrels between them in the past and the sadness caused by their bond have all disappeared.

They are both good at quarreling, but they are also physically honest.

It turns out that love is like this.

That night, at the foot of Tianyan Mountain and beside Han Canal, there were only blazing flames witnessing how the shadows on the tents overlapped and separated, leaning against each other.

It also witnessed how Zhao Zheng, the king of Yong State, put the cauldron on the shelf, filled it with water and boiled it.

It witnessed Zhao Zheng mixing water into the bathtub and testing the temperature with his arms again and again, with a serious expression as if he was dealing with political affairs.

The flames couldn't see anything else, but Bai Yangshu, who also didn't sleep tonight, saw how Zhao Zheng held Jiang He in his arms.

Like the spring wind caressing the tender buds, it is soft and warm.

Finally, he held her and fell into sleep.

It's almost dawn.

Their shoes were placed side by side on the bed, and under the soft brocade quilt on the bed, their bodies were tightly attached to each other.

Born in troubled times, we share life and death.

(End of this chapter)