Chapter 21 After three years of separation, I see Hongshang again The grass has not yet grown on the new grave.

The top layer is dry and agglomerated, and when you dig deeper, the soil is soft and moist, with a faint fishy and salty smell.

she will not die.

Wei Ji's snow-like clothes were stained with mud, and his fingers dug deeply into the soil, as if he wanted to dig a grave himself.

However, Wei Ji could only kneel down and wait.

They were anxious but at the same time intimidated. They were annoyed that the digging speed was too slow, but they didn't dare to urge them to go faster.

The girl's face suddenly appeared in his mind. She knelt down and sat opposite him, talking and laughing calmly and said: "Master Wei, don't be anxious..."

——"Don't be anxious, Mr. Wei. You can go and have lunch first. It won't be too late when you come back."

That year, Wei Ji met Jiang He for the first time in Luoyang, the capital of Wei State.

She is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and her face is still a bit childish, but she has become elegant and refined.

Jiang He was sitting opposite Wei Ji, holding a black piece, and his chess style was fierce.

The little girl in red is like an iron horse when playing chess, and she is as angry as a tiger for thousands of was as fast as the wind and as slow as a forest. Wei Ji, who had never met an opponent before, felt that he was not playing against a person, but an army, a country, or even a god.

He thought for a long time but still had no idea, and the girl opposite finally spoke.

At the age of 17, Wei Ji lost for the first time.

He put down the chess pieces gently, stood up and saluted with his hands in his hands: "Wei lost."

Although he acted like a gentleman, Wei Ji knew that his face was a little red due to embarrassment.

Jiang He smiled naturally, as if winning against him, the budding young master of Wei State, was not a big deal.

"The king is still discussing matters with the envoy from Qi State. Will Mr. Wei come with me to have dinner?"

Her manners are lively but elegant, and her conversation is cordial but not inappropriate.

In the embassy where the Qi delegation was resting, Jiang He walked forward. Wei Ji only hesitated slightly and followed her.

"The way a girl talks with her hands is as unpredictable as clouds, mountains and rivers. I wonder who your respected teacher is?"

"My teacher?" Jiang He smiled slyly, "Actually, my teacher is better at cooking."

A gentleman should be far away from the kitchen, but Wei Ji couldn't help but follow her into the small kitchen.

Jiang He uses a handful of tender leaves of Sophora japonica to pound the juice and mix it with the noodles to make tender when cooked, add crushed peanuts, sesame seeds, and peppercorns, then pour in cooked oil and sour vinegar and mix well.

The aroma was fragrant, but she was not in a hurry to eat it. Instead, she left it on the ice for a while before putting it on the table.

This bowl of cold soup drove away the anxiety of autumn, and Wei Ji only felt that his lips and teeth were fragrant and refreshing.

On the evening of the second day, he couldn't forget the smell and tried to make it in his house.

The same ingredients, the same technique, but tastes the same.

Wei Ji thought for a while, maybe it was because she was no longer sitting across from him.

She eats food with great flavor and treats a bowl of cold noodles with dedication.

After three months of getting along, Wei Ji lost to Jiang He in a game of chess, and her cooking was not as good as hers. In the swordsmanship competition with Long Yangjun, Wei Ji also relied on Jiang He's guidance to win.

He is the noble son of the Wei Kingdom, but he always loses to a little girl.

Others thought that Jiang He was just an ordinary minister who followed her father as an envoy to Wei.

Only Wei Ji knew that she was the rising sun, the mountains, the water flowing around Wei State, and the beauty of the world that was unreachable, visible and untouchable.

The face is stunning, and the mind is even more stunning.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas" records: The void of Kunlun is eight hundred miles across and ten thousand feet high, with wooden crops on it.

Jiang He is the seedling of the ancient legend of Kunlun, where hundreds of gods live.

Standing in the wind, commiserating with him.

In all China, Wei Ji had only lost to her.

Losing willingly and with joy and praise.

He waited for her to grow up and was happy with it.

Later, Wei Ji's elder brother Wei Yu discovered that Jiang He's father was the successor of Sun Wu.

Since he is the descendant of Sun Wu, he must have secret military records.

The King of Wei was sure to win, so he imprisoned Jiang He's father and tortured him severely.

Wei Ji could not stop him, so he could only disobey the emperor and run to rescue Jiang He.

This is the only thing Wei Ji can do for her.

For the first time, he opened his arms to protect a woman.

What now?Can she comfort him in front of him like she did before: "Master Wei, don't be anxious..."

The grave was dug.

The loess was turned aside, and the coffin was placed in the tomb. The dark color was like a ghost road leading to the netherworld.

"Sir, there is indeed a coffin."

The excavator reported back.

Yes, there are.

But in his heart, Wei Ji had always hoped that this would be an empty tomb.

"Open the coffin," he ordered.

His Xiao He is so smart that he will not die.

The tomb may be empty, or someone may be buried next to it.

The coffin boards were removed and lifted up, the sound was dull but harsh.

As soon as a crack was opened, there was a strong smell of corpses.

The people who followed Wei Ji were firm and steady, their expressions remained unchanged, and they moved the coffin boards halfway.

Wei Ji walked into the tomb, almost tripping over the uneven soil. He walked to the coffin and looked inside.

There is a woman lying in the the coffin boards were not completely lifted, Wei Ji could only see the woman's neck.

Her chest was torn and her clothes were torn, and dark brown flesh protruded from where she was stabbed by the arrow.

The dress was in the style of the Qi State, and there was a little blood on it, so the original appearance could no longer be seen.

There were some burial objects scattered in the coffin, mostly silver comb, rouge and other Ji looked around and saw a red dress between the woman's feet and the coffin.

The clothes were neatly folded, as if they were something dear to the owner of the tomb.

Wei Ji reached out and took it out, slowly unfolding it while trembling.

A white cross-collared red skirt, the skirt is decorated with fine beads arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper.

That year, Jiang He wore this dress when he sat opposite him and talked about victory.

That year when he left Luoyang with Jiang He on his back and almost got lost in the heavy snow, she wore this dress.

That year he first learned about love, and when the little girl in front of him smiled beautifully, she was wearing this dress.

After three years, see Hongshang again.

The red clothes are bright, and people are separated by yin and yang.

Wei Ji burst into tears and held on to the coffin, barely able to stand.

Xiaohe, Xiaohe! He suddenly took a few steps forward and pushed the heavy coffin boards with his away another foot, he could see her appearance.

"Sir, let's push."

The subordinate's voice sounded, but Wei Ji's movements suddenly stopped.

"No," he said.

no, do not want.

He didn't want to look at her face now.

He remembered Jiang He's bright eyes, her slightly frowned eyebrows when she was concentrating, her dimples when she laughed, and the way she held back tears when she was setting her bones.

She is as bright as the bright moon, as bright as a hibiscus, as smooth as a jade face, and as aura as an orchid.

She was not like this now, lying in the coffin, looking terrifying and turbid.

Wei Ji took a step back.

He embraced the red dress and walked out of the tomb.

Behind him, his subordinates sealed the coffin again, covered it with soil again, and built the tomb again.

Wei Ji felt that fate had opened its bloody mouth and was swallowing him up bit by bit.

Even if his reputation is far and wide, even if he has three thousand followers, even if he can mediate a truce to end the war.

But without Xiao He, he had nothing.

The endless night spread out before his eyes, Wei Ji fell to the ground and fainted.

The wind that penetrated the courtyard was blocked by the screen wall, gently lifting up the dust on the ground, and then disappeared in a swirl.

Although the patrons of the Xiangguo Mansion where Wei Zhangde lives have not yet left, in just ten days, many colleagues have come to visit.

Especially yesterday, Zhao Zheng warned that if anyone dared to intercede for him again, no officials would dare to come after being flogged for two hundred times.

There are rumors outside that the fire in Zhiyang Palace is related to Wei Zhangde's daughter Wei Nanxu. It is said that Wei Nanxu wanted to burn the queen to death because of love and hatred.

A retainer persuaded Wei Zhangde that Wei Nanxu should be executed to avoid disaster.

But he was reluctant.

He got a daughter when he was old, so he was extremely protective, and besides, his daughter was innocent.

Wei Zhangde wants to handle this matter properly. When the time comes, he will still be the Prime Minister of Dayong, and his daughter will be redressed and she will still be a noble daughter of Dayong with unparalleled talent and beauty.

Wei Zhangde strictly prohibited his family members from going out, and the whole family was trapped in the house.

Most of the diners were useless, but fortunately there were a few among them whom he trusted.

That evening, someone finally came to report.

"I have inquired clearly. Before the monarch's wedding, the Qi envoy was assassinated. The assassin was tortured by Su Yu, the commander of the Weiwei Army, and was recruited under the command of the Chu State singer in the house of Chang'an Lord Zhao Jiao. The singer is dead, and the assassin was Su Yu lets go."

"It's bait." Wei Zhangde said.

The assassin was a bait to see if the instigator would fall into the trap.

The retainer nodded: "But the bait was poisoned at Guanyi outside the capital. The poison used was drunkenness."

Drunk?

Wei Zhangde raised his head, looking shocked.

It turns out that since then, their prime minister's house has been framed.

Poison is difficult to prepare, but there was once a retainer in the prime minister's house who was good at identifying poisons and making poisons. To show off his ability, he openly prepared this poison.

Afterwards, Wei Zhangde drove the guest away, but obviously everyone in the world would believe that there was poison in his house and he died drunk.

Wei Zhangde stood up and walked around, his eyes twinkling with cold stars.

The doorman didn't dare to speak, waiting for his decision.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is on the verge of life and death.

Finally, when night fell and the sky was obscured by the silky darkness, Wei Zhangde walked to the door of the house, stopped and sneered.

"Ji Man," his voice was a little sad, "if you hadn't been cultivated and recommended by the true nature, how could you have met the late king and become the queen mother of a country? I only have this daughter, and you have two sons. How to choose is up to you. .”

Wei Zhangde turned around and looked at the doorman who was kneeling on the ground.

"Go," he whispered, "give Zhao Jiao a chance to kill Zhao Zheng."

give him a chance.

This is the biggest bait.

(End of this chapter)