Chapter 158 I’ve missed you for too long

Zhao Zheng's father-in-law, Jiang He's father, former envoy of Qi State, Jiang Anqing.

It was more than a year ago that Mr. Jiang was killed by the Chu army with an arrow in his back in order to light a beacon fire at Bu Village north of Daliang City.

Jiang He didn't know why Zhao Zheng suddenly mentioned his father.

When she left home today, she had already said goodbye to her parents in front of the memorial tablet.

Their souls in heaven should be very happy at this time.

"At that time, on the way to Daliang," Zhao Zhengdao, "my father-in-law said that he had seen Gu before."

The middle-aged man and the black-faced girl were just staying in the ruined temple quietly.

There are no guards around them, but they seem to be able to cope with any dangers on the journey.

From beginning to end, Zhao Zheng did not see his face.

But his elegant conversation and extensive knowledge are heart-wrenching.

He explained that the reason why he could recognize Zhao Zheng's voice was because they met four years ago in Chu State when Zhao Zheng was still the hostage of Yong State.

"Gu has a photographic memory," Zhao Zheng pursed his lips and said, "Later I found out that the person in the carriage was my father-in-law, so I often thought, why didn't I remember seeing him?"

Jiang He nodded and smiled: "Yes, why don't you remember?"

"You already knew?"

Zhao Zheng looked surprised, but did not ask deeply. After a pause, he continued: "Today you said that you came to the conclusion from your father-in-law's words and chose a prescription to treat Gu. Suddenly, Gu suddenly thought that when he was in Chu State, Gu I was once poisoned by Aconitum."

He was poisoned at that time, but the antidote herbs in Shouchun City were sold Li Wenzhou woke up after being in a coma for several days, he said that a middle-aged man who spoke elegant language saved his life.

"Elegant language" is because countries communicate frequently but have different accents, so the language of the Luoyang generation in the Central Plains was chosen as the lingua franca of diplomacy.

So, if this person is not from Chu, he is an envoy from some country.

Since Jiang Anqing said she had met him and Chen Jingshi was reselling medicinal herbal prescriptions, then——

"He is the one who can cure Aconitum poison," Zhao Zhengdao said.

His voice was filled with emotion and excitement. He hugged Jiang He from behind and suddenly choked up.

Not long ago, this man was calm and composed in front of a room full of crying ministers.

But at this moment, he suddenly buried his head in her hair and said hoarsely: "Ah He, my father-in-law saved Gu's life. Only now did Gu know."

Zhao Zheng could not restrain his regret.

"If I had known it was him, when you were trapped in Luoyang, I should have sent troops to rescue you; later on, when you were bullied in Qi, I should have taken you back and protected you; even if I had known it a few years later, when you married in place of Jiang Yuheng, I would have I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

He tied her up and was on guard against her at that time, but when he thought about it now, he realized that he had abused his benefactor's daughter.

If you are cautious around strangers, it is he shouldn't treat Jiang Anqing's daughter like this.

"Okay," Jiang He shook his body slightly and tilted his head with a smile, "Ignorant people have no fault, so why should you regret it."

"I am not only regretful, but also sad." Zhao Zhengdao said, "I have missed you for too long."

It would be great if they knew each other when they were in Chu State.

From the year he turns 17, he will no longer be lonely.

He will pursue her and get her, so Jiang Anqing will be busy with her daughter's marriage after leaving Chu State, so she will not go to Luoyang as an envoy, will not be trapped, and will not die.

As rational as he is, he actually has an impossible dream.

"Your Majesty," Jiang He's voice was a little sly, "Where is the husband who misses his father-in-law on his wedding night? You have nothing to say to your wife?"

Zhao Zheng did not answer. His hot breath lingered in her black hair, and a tear fell, flowing along Jiang He's shoulder and neck, and into the soft collarbone.

"Gu..." he said solemnly and affectionately, "Thank you. Ah He."

Thank you for saving my life so that I don’t have to be alone in another world.

Thank you for giving me enough time to see the iron hooves of Yongguo step on and the unification of China.

His hand moved slightly and rested on Jiang He's slightly bulging belly.

Thank you even more for being so strong, smart, fearless, and kind, and for giving me a home.

Jiang He had tears in his eyes, but his expression was smiling.

The imperial doctor had already made a diagnosis and said that the congestion trapped in Zhao Zheng's body had been discharged.

Although the content of residual poison has not been reduced, the decoction consumed today nourishes the mind and calms the mind. There is no need to worry that His Majesty will eventually die due to a slow heartbeat.

It’s just that I’m afraid this decoction needs to be taken for life and cannot be stopped.

The treatment of removing poison with silver needles must also be adhered to.

Her husband need not die.

Her child can have his father by his side after birth.

Jiang He stood up from Zhao Zheng's lap and lay back on the bed with him.

Her head rested on Zhao Zheng's shoulder, and the two held their left and right hands together and placed them on Jiang He's lower abdomen.

It's not very peaceful there today, and it has to move from time to time.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to say thank you," Jiang He closed his eyes and said with a smile, "I will thank you for your love day and night from now on."

In Dazheng Palace, not far from Zhiyang Palace, the Queen Mother of Yong Kingdom was still awake.

With tears in her eyes, she walked into the side hall, opened a huge wooden box in the light of candles lit by the are old but clean clothes in the box.

It was a relic of King Zhuang Xiang, the ancestor of Yong State.

The Queen Mother knelt down and sat in front of the wooden box, took off her armor, and ran her fingers over Yuan Duan's court uniform, battle armor, leather belt, and jade sword, and her tears dripped on them.

"Your Majesty." She called warmly, as if this person was not dead is not the queen mother, but his queen.

"I once resented you for favoring Zheng'er and treating Jiao'er harshly. Even though they are both our sons, you cared about Zheng'er far away and ignored Jiao'er in front of you. For this reason, I doted on Jiao'er even more. I also forget that your worries are actually of no use. Zheng'er was indeed very miserable when he was a child."

The Queen Mother sighed and continued: "Later I knew that Zheng'er was poisoned and was about to die, but I thought that there was still Jiao'er, so it wouldn't be a problem for the Yong Kingdom. But Jiao'er is also dead. I don't know if you have seen him over there. he."

"Even if you meet him, you still don't like him. I'm here today to tell you that Zheng'er is fine. His life was saved by the Jiang family of Qi State. The Jiang family is the descendant of Tai Gongwang, whom you admire so highly."

The tears in the Queen Mother's eyes dissipated, and her thin lips pursed a smile.

"Because of this incident," the Queen Mother said, "I forgive her. If it hadn't been for her at that time, Jiao'er wouldn't have died."

She closed the wooden box and stood up slowly.

"Next, the achievements left by my ancestors of Dayong VI should not go to waste. Let Zheng'er give it a try. The Ai family will watch it with their own eyes."

The gauze windows had just been removed and replaced with sheepskins to keep out the cold.

There was a cool breeze blowing through the hall late at night, but the door was not closed.

Suddenly there were footsteps. Although Wei Ji, who was concentrating on slicing the pear, lowered his head, he saw the red skirt flashing at the door and coming in from the corner of his eye.

His heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and he couldn't breathe. He instantly raised his head, but his eyes quickly darkened.

Not Jiang He.

How could it be her.

Today is an auspicious day for her wedding.

What's more, she is pregnant now and will not travel a long distance to come here.

Will they never see each other again? The sadness in my heart turned into ripples, allowing the memories that had been barely sealed to pour out again.

The sad emotions were beyond control for a moment.

"I came to see what the young master is doing?"

Wearing a red dress and looking more graceful than an ordinary woman, Long Yangjun walked in with a smile and knelt down opposite the table where Wei Ji was making soup.

Wei Ji was the only one who could enter and exit the tightly guarded Prince's Mansion.

There is a copper stove on the right side of the table. There are charcoal in the stove and a tripod on the stove. The mist is floating in the tripod, and the boiled pear water bubbles with fragrant aroma.

There are arm-long chun wood chopping boards placed on the tables, and the bamboo baskets next to the chopping boards are filled with Ji was patiently peeling off the skin of the pear, cutting it into small pieces on the chopping board, and putting it into the soup pot.

"I'm boiling Qiuli ointment! It's such a waste of natural resources."

Long Yangjun reached for the pear, but Wei Ji stopped him.

"If you want to eat it, pick it yourself."

"You are really anti-customer," Long Yangjun said with some displeasure, "If I hadn't planted the tree, how would you have pears to please people?"

Wei Ji's movements paused slightly, and Long Yangjun realized that he had made a mistake. He sighed and opened the food drawer he had brought.

"Come, I'll warm up the wine, and I'll have a taste, sir."

Wei Ji did not answer the call.

Although the aroma of wine was already overflowing in the hall, he waited until all the pears were cut and put into the soup cauldron. After stirring for a while and turning to a low fire, he wiped the chopping board and picked up the wine cup.

The millet wine enters the throat and warms the chest and abdomen.

"I received the report from Di today," Lord Long Yang said when he saw that Wei Ji's expression returned to normal, "There was a famine in the Zhao Kingdom, and the King of Zhao lost his head again, so he ordered Zhao Cong and Yan Ju to replace Li Mu as generals. The Yong Kingdom We took the opportunity to conquer Handan and captured the King of Zhao. The prince of Zhao escaped, but the fall of Zhao was already over."

Wei Ji's expression remained unchanged, he raised his head and drank all the strong wine in the cup.

"Young Master..." Long Yangjun hesitated, "You know, right? I want to send some people to pick up the eldest princess. After all, she..."

The eldest princess of Wei State, Wei Ji's sister, is now the queen of Zhao State.

When the State of Zhao fell, although the State of Wei did not send troops to rescue, it could not sit idly by and ignore its flesh and blood relatives.

"No need." Wei Ji said, interrupting Lord Long Yang.

Long Yangjun was silent, but couldn't help but look at Wei Ji's expression.

He was still the young master of Wei with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, but there was an indescribable pain in those eyes.

"Half a month ago," Wei Ji said calmly, "I sent someone to pick up my sister, but she committed suicide with a knife in front of the envoy."

——"Go back and tell Wei Ji that the Yong Kingdom will march directly to Luoyang. I don't blame him for not sending troops to rescue him. I just took a step early."

These are my sister's last words.

At that time, King Zhao had abandoned his sister and fled for his life, but her sister was not willing to live an ignoble existence.

None of the children of the Wei family are afraid of death.

Long Yangjun said "Ah" in surprise and was speechless for a while.

After a long time, he sighed and said: "Young master, do you think the Yong Kingdom will stop from now on? If not, will the Yan Kingdom be next, or will it be us?"

(End of this chapter)