Chapter 143 The Weight of Heirs

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Zongjun's eyes were closed, as if he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't escape.

Perhaps in that dream, Jiang He died, Zhao Zheng also died, Yong State fell apart, he could not save anyone, and everything he did was in vain.

Everyone who has witnessed the death of a loved one and been unable to turn the tide has experienced that feeling of powerlessness.

"Zong Jun," Jiang He put his hand on his arm to prevent him from touching the wound unconsciously, and whispered, "Don't worry, I am alive."

He said several words in a row.

I wonder if Zongjun heard stopped shaking his head randomly, his voice lowered and gradually became calmer.

Since Zongjun didn't wake up, Jiang He couldn't get the answer to the question he wanted to ask.

After whispering a few words to Cai Ling and asking her to take note of everything carefully, Jiang He left home again.

Before going out, she looked at the gifts piled up in the courtyard and said to Zheng Ling, who had just returned from the school grounds: "Don't go out these days, take care of the house."

Zheng Ling froze on the spot. When he confirmed that Jiang He was talking to him, he nodded blankly.

The woman wearing a lotus-coloured deep-collared dress had already climbed into the carriage. Only then did Zheng Ling ask, as if remembering something: "Which family does Your Highness want me to take charge of?"

"this."

Jiang He turned around with a solemn expression.

Your Highness, the princess said that this is also her home.

Zheng Ling patted the bow and arrow on his body excitedly and saluted Jiang He: "Your Highness, please rest assured."

Jiang He nodded, and the carriage drove towards the palace.

In fact, she couldn't rest assured.

But now that the rain is coming, she can't be the one hiding in the house to avoid the rain.

Most of the meals are for relieving heat and fatigue.

Fresh lotus root flour is added to sweet-scented osmanthus honey to make porridge, which is sweet and delicious; clay-wrapped suckling pig is roasted to make "cannonball", which is crispy and tender; pickled wild leek flowers are mixed with sesame oil to relieve greasiness and appetizer; cold sophora leaves are washed with gravy Watered, tender and refreshing.

Jiang He ate with gusto, and Zhao Zheng, who was sitting opposite her, also watched with gusto.

"Eat more."

He put a piece of pig's feet in the small cauldron in front of Jiang He and advised, "You are two people now."

Only a few people in Zhiyang Palace knew about Jiang He's pregnancy, which made Zhao Zheng a little regretful.

Like every first-time father, he wanted to tell the world right away.

But considering that there was still some time before the wedding, Zhao Zheng had to endure it.

Jiang He had already finished eating, but when he saw the pig's feet, he couldn't help but gnaw them he cleaned his mouth and hands and asked, "Wei Nanxu is not dead. When will your Majesty be ready to tell me."

A smile appeared in Zhao Zheng's deep eyes.

It's different now. After having a child and becoming a mother, I know how to call him "Your Majesty".

If not, when the little baby can speak, why not follow her and call her father's name?

"Not dead?" Zhao Zheng said with a smile because he thought of happy things, "I just guessed."

"Why did you just guess like that?"

Jiang He was a little nervous.

The maid stepped forward and removed the dishes and soup cauldron, carefully wiped the table and table, and then slowly palace door was closed, Zhao Zheng patted his legs gently, and said warmly: "Come and sit here, I will tell you more."

Jiang He looked at him dissatisfied, but moved over anyway.

Zhao Zheng held her waist with one hand and caressed her belly with the other, smiling: "After eating enough, she seems to be pregnant."

"I'm asking you something serious!" Jiang He slapped his hand away.

Zhao Zheng frowned and said, "Is Gu's beloved wife so incomprehensible to the charm?"

"Does my husband want to live?" Jiang He asked angrily.

"Okay, okay..." Zhao Zheng then talked to her about important matters, "I went to see Princess Mi Sichen of Chu and found that she was not injured."

Although Mi Sichen's right leg was bound with a splint, every move she made seemed to be in when she calmed down, her breathing became calm as usual, and she even seemed to have forgotten her broken leg.

How could a princess of a country be so strong that she could ignore the pain of a broken leg?

There was only one reason, she was not the one who was hurt.

"I doubt it," Zhao Zheng's breath was slightly stagnant, and he subconsciously rubbed his heart and said slowly, "Mi Sichen has never gone to Jiuwei Mountain Lingquan, and the person who was trapped in the canyon with Ahe is probably Wei Nanxu. .Because of this, she was able to find just the right place to hide."

The so-called coincidence is always intentional.

Jiang He took a deep breath and remained silent.

Although this was also her guess, after Zhao Zheng said it again, it suddenly made people feel weird and scary.

This woman is too smart.

"What about the antidote?" Jiang He suddenly thought of the most important thing.

If Wei Nanxu is still planning behind the scenes, then Mi Sichen is Wei Nanxu's her words credible?

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows and said, "It's half true and half false. Let Jiang Ben take a look first."

"That……"

Zhao Zheng suddenly stood up and turned around in a circle with Jiang He in his arms.

"It's a little heavier. Is it Gu's flesh and blood?"

"This is my meal."

Zhao Zheng leaned over and placed a kiss on Jiang He's forehead: "I heard that the most dangerous period for a woman to get pregnant is the first three months. Don't worry about this matter, leave it to me. If the soldiers come to block it, let's take a look at her gourd What kind of medicine is sold there?"

"Has he eaten?" In the Wei embassy, ​​Wei Zipei, the princess of Wei, asked pretending to be casual.

"My maid came back after delivering the food box. I wonder if the young master has eaten."

The slave knelt on the ground and reported carefully.

Wei Zipei asked again: "How is his expression? Is he happy?"

I heard he hated the snacks I sent last time.

This time I made Qi Guo's mutton buns seriously. I don't know if he likes it.

She did this not to curry favor, but to repay Jiang Ben's favor for sending her back that day.

She still remembered how when the lieutenant patrolling the streets approached, Jiang Ben protected herself behind him, showed his badge, and sent the opponent away with a few words.

Those lieutenants who wanted to take another look at him were scolded by Jiang Ben.

It seems that Yong Kingdom is his territory.

The maid heard Wei Zipei's question and replied in a low voice: "The young master is very happy, but the young master also said that the princess should return to the Kingdom of Wei after delivering the wedding gift and not stay in the Kingdom of Yong."

What does this say?

Drive me away?

Wei Zipei stood up suddenly and said in a low voice: "It's time to finish eating now. I'll go get the food back from the drawer!"

"Qingdai...Chonglou...Houttuynia cordata..."

There was no incense in the temple, and all things that easily produced odors were moved the empty room, a calm-looking girl sat in front of several desks and murmured.

"Forsythia...Daqing...Smilax..."

She held a small silver spoon in her hand, which contained a small amount of medicine as big as the tip of a needle.

Sometimes the girl put the silver spoon to her nose and sniffed it, sometimes she put it on a candle to bake.

Every time she recognized a smell, she recorded it on the nearby slate with reason why she didn't use ink was because the smell of ink was too strong and easily affected her judgment.

"Miss Chen." A voice suddenly sounded outside the hall.

Chen Nanxing was so focused that she didn't hear him. She didn't look up until he was called several times outside.

It's Jiang Ben.

A smile appeared on Chen Nanxing's dignified carefully put down the silver spoon, left the table, walked out and opened the palace door.

Jiang Ben handed over a drawer of food.

"I heard that you didn't have lunch, so I'll give this to you. Although it's not delicious, it's still delicious."

The smell from the food drawer reminds me of my hometown.

"Go out and eat."

Chen Nanxing closed the door of the palace and knelt down under the pavilion in the courtyard with the food drawer in his arms.

"They are steamed buns stuffed with mutton. You can try them."

Jiang Ben urged Chen Nanxing to eat.

"I've eaten it before sending it to you - it's ready, so I'm sending it to you. You've worked too hard, how can you be hungry?"

Chen Nanxing smiled at him and just picked up a hot bun with chopsticks when he suddenly heard a scream at the door of the courtyard.

"Jiang Ben!"

Wei Zipei, dressed in a blue dress, strode in. When she saw Chen Nanxing first, and then the food drawer in front of her, she suddenly became furious.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Ben stood up and asked.

Wei Zipei had already turned around and said loudly: "I don't want the food anymore, and I've paid back the favor I owe you. Don't come to me in the future."

Jiang Ben stood there confused, thought for a while, then walked a few steps and took Wei Zipei's arm.

"I'm busy right now. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

Wei Zipei turned around, stared at him with a pair of almond eyes, and said angrily: "Are you busy with a woman?"

"It's really business," Jiang Ben said, "Your steamed buns are delicious, so I let Miss Chen try them. Not only her, but also my sister and my brother-in-law have to try them."

The anger on Wei Zipei's face softened slightly.

"you're lying!"

"Of course, my sister is good at cooking. I'm afraid your buns won't impress her."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Zipei had already shaken off Jiang Ben's hand and strode away.

Looking at her back, I don't know if she is even more Ben did not chase after him to persuade him. He turned around and smiled at Chen Nanxing from a distance.

"Miss Chen, I won't interrupt you now."

"Okay." Chen Nanxing stood up and saluted, "Master, please walk slowly."

She took a bite of the mutton bun, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it slowly.

The questions Jiang He asked her at that time came to mind.

"what do you want?"

Jiang Ben told her the same thing.

——"You study medicine, study medicine well. Maybe a Japanese gentleman is going to die, and you show your skills to save my life. By then, our hard work will not be in vain. Whatever you want then, I will Young master, I owe you all."

what do you want……

Chen Nanxing lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

Jiang Ben's back is heroic and strong, just like in her dream.

(End of this chapter)