Chapter 154 The Clue to Help

Chen Nanxing asked Su Yu to get up, and suddenly heard a clear voice coming from the courtyard.

Her heart tightened slightly, she clasped her hands and took a step back. Sure enough, she saw Jiang Ben opening the door curtain and walking in.

"General Su is awake."

Jiang Ben's handsome brows spread, he stood in front of Su Yu and saluted: "Jiang Ben of Qi State, thank you general for saving your life."

As he spoke, he knelt down.

Su Yu was so surprised by such a great gift that he quickly stepped forward to help him.

There were many wounds on his body, and this action made him sweat profusely from the pain. He managed to say: "Young Master Jiang has lost his humble position."

Jiang Ben's head had already hit the ground, and there was a "boom" sound, and the floor was shaking.

Su Yu looked extremely embarrassed: "Young Master is a distinguished guest of the Yong Kingdom, how can something happen in the Yong Kingdom? The general's negligence in inspecting Kyoto has allowed assassins to run rampant, which is already a crime of dereliction of duty. Today afternoon, the general will go to the Yong State to Your Majesty's apology would probably be a waste of Miss Chen's hard work in rescuing her."

It was a waste of hard work, which meant that Zhao Zheng would definitely give him the death penalty.

However, before Su Yu could plead guilty, and before noon, His Majesty's decree was delivered to the Qi Embassy by the chamberlain.

"Su Yu, the commander of the Weiwei Army, is unable to protect the safety of the imperial court, and is unable to protect the lives and deaths of the people below. He is now dismissed from the post of commander and will be fined for three years. When he recovers from his injuries, he can go to the north of the city to take charge of the post envoy. Don't slack off."

Post envoys are officers and soldiers who deliver messages between has no rank and no position, and his status is not even as good as that of an ordinary soldier who can earn a title through military merit.

A general who rose from being a leader among thousands of people fell into a mire of dust overnight.

"How can you be so mean?" Jiang Ben couldn't help but said, "I'll go talk to him."

Su Yu, who had just received the order, had not yet stood up. He knelt down and dragged Jiang Ben's legs.

"Young master, you must not do it! Your Majesty is willing to pardon the death penalty of this general, which has already made me ashamed. Besides, there are different levels of official positions, but my loyalty to the country will not change."

He looked frank, and in order to prevent Jiang Ben from interceding, he wanted to kowtow to him.

Jiang Ben then gave up and left grumbling dissatisfied.

Chen Nanxing looked at his back as he fluttered his sleeves and left, and couldn't help but purse his lips and smile.

The person in the bronze mirror seems to be unable to stand up straight.

This may be because although the shoulder injury has healed, the tendons have been damaged, so one shoulder always seems to be slumped.

But not being able to stand straight was only the second thing. The most terrifying thing was his face.

Zong Jun raised his hand to swipe his right eyelid. For some reason, his eyelid hung very long, blocking half of the whites of his eyes. If he closed his left eye, his vision would be blurry and dark.

It seems that the right eye is also disabled.

At that time, he rushed over to protect Jiang He. Some of the rocks that fell from the mountain hit him directly on his back, and some of them hit the cliff next to him, and then splashed over and hit him in the face.

Therefore, half of his nose was collapsed, and although his mouth was healthy, part of his tongue was broken off.

It doesn't matter if you are ugly.

Zongjun comforted himself in his heart.

He is an eunuch and does not need to rely on his good looks to marry and have children.

But he really wanted to ask God to open his eyes and let him lose another eye, or lose an arm or a leg, as long as he could keep his sense of taste and smell.

Without these two things, he has no value.

Zong Jun took out a rattle from his sleeve and placed it on the neatly stacked took out another bunch of coins and placed them next to the rattle.

The young master will not be short of money, but children all like to play with string is a collection of iron coins from different countries. They have different shapes and make a jingling sound when tossed.

The sleeve pocket was clean. He wrapped a piece of dry biscuit in a thin cloth and put it on his chest.

He had to have the strength to walk outside the city and find a remote place...

When Mr. Jiang died in the fortune-telling village, Zongjun wanted to Her Royal Highness the Princess said that if the person who is the best at detecting drugs in the world is gone, she and Your Majesty may not live long.

But now he no longer has the ability to taste the soup himself and avoid the poison for the monarch and His Highness.

but--

Zongjun took a step forward, hesitated, and finally took it back.

His Majesty is seriously ill now, and there are few people around him who he can he leaves again, who will stop the rocks for His Highness in the future? Zongjun fell down and leaned against the door railing, inserted his fingers into his hair, suppressed his voice, and began to cry.

Death is easy.

It's hard to live.

His body has been mutilated since he was ten years if it is more disabled, what can it do?He is no longer the person he used to be, and he has people he wants to be loyal to and protect.

In the distance, Cai Ling's lively voice came from outside.

"Guan Zong has woken up a long time ago. Take good care of yourself. Your Highness, please walk slower. You are pregnant."

"Pregnant?"

Zongjun's eyes widened in disbelief and he stood up holding on to the door was a soft light in his eyes, like the illuminated stars in the Milky Way.

Zongjun did not dare to peek at Jiang He's abdomen.

He knelt respectfully and saw Jiang Hexue's green dress passing the door railing, and someone had already entered the calling Zongjun's name, Zongjun heard the sweet sound of "bang bang", which was the rattle being shaken by her.

"Guard Zong," Jiang He laughed, "Is this prepared for the young master?"

"Yes," Zong Jun lowered his head, "Those coins are also for fun."

Jiang He picked up the string of money again and shook it a few times.

Zong Jun still lowered his head, fearing that his face would scare Jiang He.

"The gift is vulgar, please pass it on to Your Highness."

The sound of the rattle stopped, and the atmosphere in the room became a little stagnant.

"Zongjun," Jiang He called his name, "raise your head."

Zongjun carefully raised his head a little, and saw Jiang He walking towards him with tears in his eyes.

She leaned down, her right knee touched the ground, her skirt spread on the floor, looked into Zongjun's eyes, and handed the rattle and coins to Zongjun.

"Zongjun, you are the young master's father-in-law. You give him the gift in person." Jiang He spoke warmly, restraining his emotions and said, "You saved my life, but I am greedy and want you to use my own." I protect the young master with my life, I wonder if you agree."

"Your Highness!"

Zong Jun held the gift and nodded, tears streaming down his face and his whole body shaking.

He can't die yet, he is still useful, and he still has to protect the young master.

Jiang He smiled with tears in his eyes, took out the silk handkerchief from his sleeve and stuffed it into his hand.

"Don't cry," she pursed her lips and said, "I'm going to get married the day after tomorrow. You've been resting for so long, it's time to get busy."

When he is busy, he is someone whom His Highness trusts, and no one dares to ridicule his face.

"I won't be returning to the palace for the next two days," Jiang He continued, "I want to read the prescription again."

There was a lamp burning in the room. It was already dark, but it still didn't go out.

The tables were covered with thick prescriptions, which were copied by Jiang He and given to her by Chen Nanxing.

When they first visited famous doctors, they once searched for a miracle doctor in Yueshan.

The miracle doctor said that unless Lord Changsang was reincarnated, Zhao Zheng would be hard to save.

She can't find Chang Sangjun now, nor can she find Chang Sangjun's apprentice Bian Que, but she has Chang Sangjun's prescription.

One by one, they treat various diseases, but there is no detoxification.

Is it true that when Chang Sangjun was alive, no one would feed him more than ten kinds of poisons just to poison a person? Jiang He shook his head dejectedly, smiling bitterly at his random thoughts.

Why does she always feel that there is still a glimmer of hope, and that hope is in these prescriptions, waiting for her to discover it? There seemed to be some clues waiting for her to remember.

It was about Chang Sang Jun and Bian Que. They were hidden somewhere in the past, and she had carelessly ignored them.

Jiang He frowned and thought hard, pacing around the room.

Cai Ling's snoring could be heard in her ears.

She fell asleep leaning on the bed, huddled up because of the cold.

Jiang He walked over and covered her with a brocade quilt, and heard her murmuring: "Master Jiang..."

Master Jiang...

Jiang He smiled softly.

This girl has been serving her father since she was bought back by him.

After his father regained consciousness, Jiang He went to Bu Village to , Cai Ling accompanied her father and traveled across mountains and rivers to find him. They walked for a long time.

She was the one who talked to her father the most.

She is also the one who never forgets her father.

So when she mentioned something every day, she always liked to talk about Mr. Jiang.

Even in my dreams, I dream about my father.

Jiang He still remembered Cai Ling's words when Yue Shan mentioned Bian Que.

——"Master Jiang told his maidservant that Bian Que was born in Bohai, and his real name was Qinyue. Later, because of his good medical skills, the Zhao people thought he looked like an auspicious magpie, so they called him Bian Que. Master Jiang said that the child coughed The bezoar powder you eat when you have a fever was developed by Bian Que."

The candlelight in the hall flickered, and Jiang He's expression also flickered.

There seemed to be waves surging in her eyes. As her emotions fluctuated, she suddenly squatted on the ground and held Cai Ling's arm.

Cai Ling was a little startled when she was awakened, and soon blushed with shame.

"Ah, my maid is asleep. Would you like some water, Your Highness? I'll go get some water."

"Cailing..." Jiang He stared into Cailing's eyes, as if trying to find a life-saving rope.

"My father," she said word by word, "why do I mention Bian Que to you?"

(End of this chapter)