Chapter 153 I want him to live The man Jiang Ben sent to Bohai was named Zhang Yuan. He was 37 years old and a middle-aged man who worked steadily.

He knelt down and kowtowed respectfully. Under Jiang Ben's anxious eyes, he still spoke unhurriedly and explained clearly.

"Bizhi arrived in Bohai. According to the general location where Chen Jingshi's elder son recalled that Chen Jingshi bought the prescription, he inquired about it and finally found the family. Unfortunately, the houses there were collapsed and dilapidated. Beizhi thought the family had moved away and asked The neighbors found out that the family was dead."

An extinct household means that the owner of the house has not given birth to a son. After a hundred years, there will be no one left in the household.

"Does this family have a daughter?" Jiang He asked.

Zhang Yuan nodded and said: "I heard that the owner of the house had a daughter when he was over forty. As soon as the child reached four or five years old, the couple contracted the plague and both fell ill. Some people in the local area knew that they were descendants of Chang Sangjun, so they ignored it. The risk of contracting diseases, going to extort prescriptions, causing nuisance every day, and even almost taking the child away."

"What happened next?" Jiang Ben stood up and asked.

"Later, the couple died of illness, and before they died, they entrusted their daughter to the care of a foreigner. The foreigner was very young and helped with the funeral arrangements."

"That foreigner," Jiang He's eyes flashed with strong winds, "is your surname Chen?"

Jiang Ben turned to look at Jiang He, and they saw the same guess on each other's faces.

"I don't know about this," Zhang Yuan said, "but the neighbors still remember the child's name."

Chen Nanxing, who had been standing silently, raised her head. She seemed to dare not listen anymore and took a step back.

Zhang Yuan took something out of his sleeve and handed it to Jiang He.

He was afraid that he would remember something wrong after coming all the way after confirming it in Bohai, he wrote the name on a piece of bamboo with charcoal and brought it back with him.

There are two words on the bamboo piece, clearly: "Southern Star."

Nanxing has green flowers and red fruits. It can disperse wind, eliminate phlegm, calm convulsions and relieve pain. It is a traditional Chinese medicine.

Jiang He was seven years old that year. He envied others having brothers and sisters, so he asked Uncle Chen to bring his children to play with time he brings a son.

Because at that time, his destined daughter was still a hundred miles away in the Bohai Sea.

It turns out that the descendant of Chang Sangjun that he has been searching for is right next to him.

only……

Jiang He handed the bamboo piece to Jiang Ben. Jiang Ben read it and handed it to Chen Nanxing.

Chen Nanxing lowered his head at a loss, as if he didn't recognize the words on the bamboo slices. After a while, Fang shook his head and said, "How could that be?"

She was raised like a star, and her father doted on her the most. Why was she an outsider? Her usually calm eyes were widened, filled with tears that were about to fall.

"Think about it carefully," Jiang He comforted her, "was the childhood you deeply remember in Linzi?"

Chen Nanxing was shocked and sad. After a moment, he calmed down, and then shook his head and said: "But I have not inherited any medical skills. If I were a descendant of Lord Chang Sang, no one would be able to help you, Your Highness."

That's true.

But not all.

"The prescriptions Miss Chen gave me are very important." Jiang He smiled and said, "And maybe you will think of something else in the future."

Even so, she was just comforting herself.

"Sister, I'm sorry."

After everyone had left, Jiang Ben knelt down in front of Jiang He and said apologetically.

He held Jiang He's sleeve with his hand and lowered his head, like a child who had made a knew why Jiang He was looking for Chang Sangjun's descendants, and he also knew what Zhao Zheng meant to her.

"You've done enough." Jiang He raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Ben's head, but he dodged it.

"I'm not a child anymore. If you rub my head, what should I do if it messes up?"

"What? Are you afraid of being disliked by Wei Zipei?" Jiang He stood up with a smile, "Okay, it's not easy for you to enjoy the blessing of a group of people. Do you want one or two, this or that? Make a decision early, don't delay this girl."

Zipei is Wei Ji's sister, and Nanxing is the adopted daughter of an old friend.

If it were her, it would be a harder choice.

"What kind of blessings are there?" Jiang Ben frowned and stood up to see Jiang He out. "Sister, please explain clearly."

Jiang He raised his hand and hit his head with his knuckles.

"You--"

As the carriage entered the palace gate, Jiang He asked the carriage driver to stop.

"I can walk back by myself," she said, "you don't have to follow."

But dusk was approaching, His Highness was pregnant, and there were many steps in the palace. They couldn't afford it if they fell.

The doctor's command and the chamberlain looked at each other, but in the end they still did not obey the order.

"Please wait a moment, Your Royal Highness, Princess. I will humbly carry out the sedan chair."

"No need." Jiang He, who had always been kind to his servants, was a little sulky at this time, "Didn't you hear? I have to go back!"

The doctor ordered his troops to retreat immediately, and the servants and maidservants knelt on the ground and said in unison: "I'm a humble servant (servant) and I'll wait until I know what I've done."

Jiang He walked forward, and the doctor had no choice but to follow him from a distance.

Although she is more than four months pregnant, she still walks easily.

But her heart became heavier and heavier.

The sun sets in the west, and the scenery in early autumn does not feel Yong Temple is still the same Yong Temple, but some of the auspicious animals on the eaves have been was when she first came here, she took off the gold one and replaced it with a copper one.

When Jiang He traveled around the world with his father, they all said that Zhao Zheng was domineering, cruel and unscrupulous.

It is said that when he was purging old ministers, he killed people in the Yonggong Palace. The blood seeped into the floor tiles and could not be cleaned clean, so they had to replace them with new ones.

They said that he was so ambitious that he tried to annex the world, and the flames of war devastated all living beings and made the seven countries uneasy.

they said……

What they were talking about didn't seem to be the same person as what he saw.

Her Zhao Zheng was the one who learned the languages ​​of the six countries, observed the folk customs of the six countries, understood the affairs of the six countries, and knew the kings and ministers of the six countries when he was a child.

Her Zhao Zheng was the man who when he was a boy, he saw soldiers from the six countries fighting in a melee, and saw people dying of hunger and death all over the fields, and wanted to put an end to it all.

Countless late nights looking up at the stars, he and she stood in different corners of the world, but they were thinking about the same problem.

How can we end the war, restore peace to all the people, and build rivers and mountains forever?

The answer is ready to come out.

And everything he did was to lead Jiuzhou Huaxia to achieve that goal.

But is he... leaving?

The cold steps brushed the corner of Jiang He's skirt, the Zhuque Garden lamp in the corridor brushed the corner of Jiang He's skirt, and the fragrant osmanthus brushed the corner of Jiang He's skirt. She walked forward and saw the hazy night. , standing alone.

He is slightly hunched, has a gentle expression, is a little thin, and his robes appear to be loose.

"your Highness……"

His voice is full of soothing power, like an old friend or an elder.

Jiang He's steps stopped and tears burst into his eyes.

"Ah Weng," she looked at Li Wenzhou and said, "I can't help it."

Wei Nanxu's medicine couldn't be used, and there was nothing in the prescription to detoxify the residual poison, and the descendant of Chang Sangjun who she had high hopes for was only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl.

She has no choice.

She can conquer the world by learning the art of war, and she can make the country safe by knowing how to run the country. She also likes to save money and has saved a lot of money, but she doesn't know medical skills and can't save that person's life.

"I have no choice." Jiang He repeated this sentence, her head lowered, her face covered with her hands, and she cried loudly.

"Your Highness."

Li Wenzhou walked towards her, handed her a white handkerchief, and shed tears.

"Son," his voice was hoarse and trembling, but he comforted Jiang He, "There is still a long way to go. You have to raise the young master and teach him to govern the country. Your Majesty has you, and he will assured."

"I don't want him to feel at ease." Jiang He suddenly raised his head and strode towards the main hall of Zhiyang Palace, "I want him to live and do everything by himself, so that he can see how this beautiful country can be unified in the world."

Li Wenzhou followed her and silently wiped his tears behind Jiang He.

Suddenly they both stopped and looked forward.

At the end of the wide corridor, a man stood tall and straight, holding a lamp in his hand and walking toward them.

"Ah He," he said softly, "It's so late and you haven't come back yet, I'm here to pick you up."

"His Majesty!"

Jiang He ran forward, got into Zhao Zheng's arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Okay," he held Jiang He's head in his palm, feeling the warmth of her hair with his fingertips, and threw away the lantern and hugged her, saying with some annoyance, "Why are you crying alone? Who bullied you? ? Gu can annihilate three of his tribes, oh no, nine tribes can also do it."

"Why do you kill people so casually?" Jiang He muttered, "You didn't even take a rest in the palace when you woke up."

"I want to talk to you about the details of the wedding while I'm awake." Zhao Zheng kissed her cheek softly, "Let's go, the wedding will be in three days. Gu's bride can't run away."

In three days, the wedding will be held and it will also be his birthday.

Jiang He squeezed Zhao Zheng's hand tightly and let him hold it as he returned to Zhiyang Palace.

He knew why she was crying, and he knew his time was short.

However, he was never afraid of death, even if it was extremely difficult to let him go.

In the Qi Embassy, ​​Chen Nanxing looked at Su Yu who was bowing to her in front of her, feeling a little at a loss.

"Don't be like this, General Su, this is what I should do."

"The girl is Su's savior, and this bow is just a courtesy. If the girl is in trouble in the future, Su is willing to listen to her."

Are you willing to be sent? Chen Nanxing had mixed emotions on his face.

It would be great if Young Master Jiang said the same.

But General Su is also useful.

The candlelight shone in her eyes, flickering like a moth flying into the flame.

(End of this chapter)