Chapter 127 Will not be a widow On a paulownia tree by the Yellow River, a suddenly flying bird trampled down the remaining purple flowers on the branch.
The spring scenery was ruined and people's hearts were cold, but Wei Ji still wanted to hear what secret Zhao Yuxue knew.
She had been in the capital of Yong for several months. This secret was probably about Yong and Zhao Zheng.
"Say it." Wei Ji pursed his lips slightly, his tone cold.
"Zhao Zheng is dying."
Zhao Yuxue smiled, as if all the humiliations he had suffered today no longer a dying person, she should feel compassion and compassion.
Wei Ji suddenly looked towards her with a shocked expression, took a step forward and said, "What did you say?"
"I said that Zhao Zheng, the king of Yong State, is about to die."
At first, Zhao Yuxue fought endlessly with Jiang He in order to create the illusion of being obsessed with Zhao Zheng.
After Jiang He left, she got more opportunities to enter and leave the palace.
Zhao Yuxue often accompanied the Queen Mother. From the few words of the Queen Mother, she discovered that the Queen Mother not only hoped that Zhao Zheng would get married as soon as possible, but also hoped that he would give birth to an heir as soon as possible.
The urgency was beyond the level of a grandmother wanting to have a grandchild.
So after the assassin Wei Rang arrived, Zhao Yuxue asked Wei Rang to investigate.
Wei Rang's method was very simple: force the imperial doctor.
When a person's child may die at any time, even an imperial doctor who is loyal to the monarch cannot keep his mouth shut.
The imperial doctor refused to tell Zhao Zheng's condition, only admitting that his health was already very bad.
"One year," Zhao Yuxue stretched out a finger after saying this news that made him gloat, "Zhao Zheng can only live for one year."
It was also because of this that Zhao Yuxue completely gave up the idea of marrying into King Yong's palace.
Facing a king who is about to die soon, it is obviously easier to be an enemy than a husband and wife.
In one year, before Yong Guo defeated Zhao Guo, Zhao Zheng himself would die.
By that time, the whole country of Yong was in only needs to lure some ministers with heavy profits to make Wang Jian and Meng Tian retreat.
As for which minister, Zhao Yuxue thought Li Tonggu was good.
"So the Wei State only has to help the Zhao State for one year," Zhao Yuxue said. "After one year, the Yong State falls apart. I, the Zhao State, are willing to carve up the Yong State with the Wei State."
This is really a good strategy.
Wei Ji looked at Zhao Yuxue, nodded and said, "Let me think about it."
"Uncle, you can think about it," Zhao Yuxue untied her messy hair, straightened out the manners and appearance that a princess should have, and said with a smile, "Yuxue is waiting for news about uncle."
The wind rises in the wilderness, blowing the treetops, the river surface, and making waves in people's hearts.
Wei Ji suddenly understood why Jiang He searched for famous doctors in Korea, saying that he wanted to find the descendants of Chang Sangjun or Bian was not seeking medical treatment for herself, she was seeking medical treatment for Zhao Zheng.
Wei Ji also understood why Dr. An said that Jiang He was too worried, had a weak heart, and lacked Qi and is not worried about national affairs, she is worried about Zhao Zheng.
The person she likes, the person she wants to follow, is dying.
As a foreign princess, if Zhao Zheng dies, Jiang He will never have a foothold in Yong Kingdom.
Does her dream of unifying the world still have a chance to come true? Wei Ji sat on his horse and looked in the direction of the Yong capital.
"Xiaohe," he said softly, "if this continues, you will suffer a lot."
The spring night is short.
Although the monarch who went to court in the morning entered the political hall on time, if any official had a good sense of smell, he could smell that Zhao Zheng smelled different from the past.
The taste of ginger.
For three consecutive days, Jiang He did not leave Zhiyang Palace.
Zhao Zheng did not allow her to leave.
The war with Zhao State has already begun, and since Jiang He has not joined the army, he has nothing to do for the time Zheng ordered the imperial doctor to nurse her back to health, ordered the imperial kitchen to not allow her to cook in person, and ordered the clothing bureau to tailor new clothes for her.
Zhao Zheng believed that the doctors in Wei must have poor skills, and that cooking would also consume a lot of energy. He thought that Jiang He's time to observe filial piety for his father had come, and there was no need to wear plain white clothes anymore.
In short, many things in the harem seemed to revolve around Jiang He.
Zhao Zheng was so happy in his actions that even the real master of the harem, Queen Mother Ji Man, did not dare to say anything.
However, although Jiang He was in Zhiyang Palace, she still met many people because of Zhao Zheng's permission.
I saw Zheng Ling asking about his studies, I saw Zongjun arranging important matters, and I also met Li Tonggu and talked with him about some details of civil affairs.
Zhao Zheng gave her a lot of conveniences. In this palace, Jiang He could do things without hindrance, just like staying in his own house.
But on this day, when Zhao Zheng was surrounded by official documents, he suddenly asked: "Who did I see again today? I told her to recuperate, but she became more diligent."
Li Wenzhou, the chamberlain who was serving at his side, looked slightly sluggish and didn't know whether he should report the you say so, the official documents accumulated in the past few days will be thrown away again.
If you don't tell me, your Majesty will be harsh and harsh, but it will cost people's lives.
With his brows furrowed, Li Wenzhou still replied: "Master Wei is here."
Zhao Zheng's pen while reviewing the memorial suddenly stopped, but he smiled magnanimously.
"Depending on who he is, he trusts Ahe alone, so don't worry."
When Wei Ji saw Jiang He, he remembered what happened that day.
That was in Luoyang, Wei State. She had clearly sent Zongjun to Yong State to warn Zhao Zheng about Wei Rang's assassination. However, in the early morning of the next day, Wei Ji still heard reports from his subordinates that Jiang He had left.
He didn't have time to put on his robe, so he rode in pursuit.
Under the morning light, Wei Ji caught up with Jiang He and told her not to worry, but to go back and take good care of herself first.
"I know who he is," Jiang He said with red eyes. "Even if he knew there was an assassin ambushing him, he would still go."
If Jiang He hadn't written a letter to comfort him last time, Zhao Zheng might have been in Luoyang.
It would be even more dangerous if the assassin knew about leaving the palace privately.
Seeing Wei Ji standing in front of the carriage, Jiang He waved his sleeves and said, "Master, please get out of the way."
"Is he that important to you?" Wei Ji asked.
Jiang He's fingers tightened when he lifted the car curtain for a moment, and he thought for a while and said, "It is very important to me that he is alive."
But now he is dying.
Wei Ji knelt down and sat in the main hall of Zhiyang Palace for receiving guests. When Jiang He asked him with some confusion why he had come, Wei Ji suddenly didn't know where to start.
Asking about Zhao Zheng's condition or trying to persuade her to make early plans would obviously be annoying.
The relationship between them got better. When he was in Luoyang, Wei Ji once had the illusion of going back to the past.
He wanted to be the one to protect her silently, not to hinder her or anger her.
"What's going on?" Jiang He asked while pouring tea for Wei Ji.
Today she was wearing a lotus-colored dark dress. The train of the skirt brushed the ground, and the pleated style was lively and cute.
Although this dress was not as bright as the purple dress before, it made her cheeks look rosy and tender, which was heart-warming.
Wei Ji suppressed his emotions and said, "Zhao Yuxue knows about Zhao Zheng's condition."
The clay pot held firmly by Jiang He suddenly shook, and a few drops of tea splashed to the side.
"Really?" She tried her best to calm down and sighed, "Princess Jinyang is a careful person."
Seeing Jiang He calm down, Wei Ji panicked.
"Zhao Yuxue said that he only has one year, do you know?"
Jiang He suddenly raised her head, her bright eyes showing heartbreak, but she still pursed her lips and said, "I don't know."
She only knew that Zongjun said that Zhao Zhengyu's poison had not been cleared for a long time, but she didn't dare to think about it or ask how long it was.
She only dared to use her limited time to do more.
"What can you do in one year? In such a short time, Zhao Guo cannot be defeated." Wei Ji also sighed softly, seeming to feel pity for Zhao Zheng.
Putting aside the identity of friend and foe, he admitted that Zhao Zheng was outstanding.
If the enemy is defeated not by his own hands, but by time or illness, this is not an honest victory for him.
"Can't you beat it down?" Jiang He looked slightly pained, but suddenly said resolutely, "Back then, Master Zheng Guo Canal said it would take ten years to repair it."
She is still so eloquent.
Wei Ji smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly: "Yes, yes, but I came here to ask you what your plans are. Are you going to marry Zhao Zheng and then become a widow?"
Still asked.
After saying the words, Wei Ji lowered his head unnaturally and picked up the tea cup to hide his expression.
Jiang He knelt down opposite him and didn't respond for a long time.
After all, it was abrupt and offended her.
Wei Ji wanted to raise his head and apologize, but the man outside the door suddenly stopped.
Finally, Jiang He smiled helplessly and said, "Master Wei, I will not be a widow."
(End of this chapter)