Chapter 196 Ah He, go home The air around her seemed to be frozen. In the momentary blankness of her mind, Jiang He felt Wei Ji's hand slipping from hers, but she herself stopped falling.

A strong hand grabbed Jiang He's other arm.

The moment before she fell down the city wall, it was like a god falling from the sky.

Prevent her from dying, prevent her from ending her life today.

No, there is no god in this world.

Even if they do, they never send mercy.

Jiang He was pulled up to the city wall by the man and held in his arms.

His body was trembling, frightened, and angry.

Is there anyone here who dares to hold her like this?

The moment Jiang He's soul returned to his body, he felt the other party's power and smelled a familiar smell.

"Jiang He!"

he hissed.

It's rebuke, it's heartache, it's sadness and anger.

Jiang He broke away from his arms with a dazed look on his face, and saw the other person's face, which was filled with rage as he could not restrain himself.

The king of Yong State, Zhao Zheng.

How did you come?When did you come? She wanted to ask, but she didn't open her mouth.

"Do you want to die with him?" Zhao Zheng growled.

His expression was as desperate as he had hit rock bottom.

These words made Jiang He finally regain all his sanity.

he died.

Wei Ji died.

Jiang He left Zhao Zheng and stumbled towards the city wall.

No one dared to stop her.

Meng Tian was leading his troops to clean up the Chu troops on the city wall, when Jiang He ran all the way down.

There were many corpses on the ground, blocking her way, and it took her a long time to run under the city wall and find Wei Ji.

The child with the hen in his arms was standing next to Wei Ji crying.

What are you crying for? he won't die.

He was only in his twenties, and the young master was in a prime time of his life.

The knife inserted into Wei Ji's belly fell aside. There were many holes in his body and he bled a lot.

Jiang He pressed his hand on his wound and hurriedly tried to bandage it.

But she didn't know which part to bandage first.

"Xiao He..." In the rush, Jiang He heard Wei Ji's voice, "I'm leaving."

Jiang He sat on the ground, held Wei Ji in his arms, and cried uncontrollably.

"Wei Ji! Wei Ji..."

She called his name hoarsely, as if this could stop the speed of death.

The world became darker, and Jiang He's raised forehead felt cold, as snowflakes fell on her.

The first snow this winter fell in a mighty manner.

There is no transition from pellets to light snow.

When it suddenly fell, it was like goose feathers, flying in the air.

Just like the heavy snowfall in Luoyang that year when he fled with her on his back.

It was just like the snow in Daliangbei that year when my father died.

"Don't cry..." She heard Wei Ji's broken voice, "Don't cry..."

Jiang He, however, was minding his own business and crying.

At this moment, she was no longer the inheritor of the Sun family's art of war, and she was no longer the queen of the Yong Kingdom.

She was Wei Ji's friend when he was young, and she cried bitterly when she said goodbye to her best friend.

Wei Ji looked at the crying Jiang He, watched her wipe her cheeks with her hands, and watched her cry until she was exhausted.

Tears fell from his clear eyes, feeling reluctant, sad, and heartbroken.

"Xiaohe," Wei Ji's voice was so soft that he could barely hear it, "you won... You are right, checks and balances cannot last long... We still have to fight until only one of the seven kingdoms is left, and then the people will be at peace. .”

Jiang He shook his head violently.

She wasn't trying to win him, no.

Wei Ji's lips were very dry, and his face was also very dry. There was a dark color of dying in the pale white, which made Jiang He devastated.

"Xiao He..." He carefully raised his hand and held Jiang He's hand.

"People of Wei State, please..."

"Don't ask me." Jiang He shook his head and said, "You protect your people and take care of them yourself!"

The corners of Wei Ji's lips curled up silently, and he smiled lonely.

"Don't blame me..." He looked at Jiang He and said reluctantly, "Don't blame me, Xiaohe... I'm so cold..."

A large sable cloak covered Wei Ji, wrapping him tightly.

That was the cloak that Jiang He always wore.

She took off her cloak and wrapped it around him. She was still afraid that he would be cold, so she could only hug him tighter, and then tighter.

Wei Ji fell into a deep sleep in Jiang He's arms and never woke up again.

Jiang He sat quietly and held his hand tightly.

——"What do you want to do in the future?"

On his way back to Qi that year, he stood in a clear stream, stabbed a fish with his sword, and suddenly asked her.

"I want to study the art of war and become the most powerful person in the world." She replied boldly.

"That's it," Wei Ji said, "Then I have to work hard and be better than you."

Young people never admit defeat.

Jiang He started the fire and asked, "Why are you so powerful? You are already the son of Wei State."

"It is precisely because I am the son of Wei State," he walked from the stream, his body emitting white light, "The son of Wei State wants to protect the people of Wei State."

So it has to be very powerful.

Wei Ji, the prince of Wei State, defended Daliang City in the battle against Chu State in the fourth year of King Wei's leave, and died heroically for his country.

Ying is 24 years died without a pity on his body, and cried while singing. The snow fell silently, and the heaven and earth were extinguished.

When more soldiers and horses came, Wei Zipei did not retreat even though he was almost in a state of collapse.

She wasn't afraid, she just regretted it.

Regret marrying Jiang Ben and letting him die in a foreign country.

When the cavalrymen raised their crossbows and fired rapidly, Wei Zipei did not turned around and flew back to protect Jiang Ben.

Having implicated you so far, the only thing I can do is to keep you alive for one more moment and to keep your body from being trampled on.

Unexpectedly, the people did not escape.

They faced the crossbows and tightly surrounded Wei Zipei.

Like shields, like walls made of human bodies.

I voted for peach and reported it to Qiong Yao.

When the princess of Wei loses the ability to protect the people, the people would rather be her shield.

only--

There was no imaginary killing.

There were indeed arrows coming, but they hit the Chu army.

The general who came running loudly said: "I am King Yong Ji, and the Chu army captured him without any help! Are there any injured among the people of Wei who need medical treatment?"

The people of Wei State were frightened for a moment, but they still got out of the way.

"Yes, yes."

They all talked about it: "The prince of Qi is here, and..."

During the war, they did not dare to reveal the identity of Wei Zipei's royal family.

After hesitating, I finally heard Jiang Ben's weak voice: "There is also Mr. Qi's wife."

The Yong army generals dismounted and ran towards them, followed by the accompanying medical officers behind them.

It's snowing really hard.

It seemed that in an instant, the ground was covered.

Wei Zipei looked back at Daliang City.

She knew that after this battle, her relatives might never be reunited again.

Are the brothers still there?Is the king still there?Are all those uncles still alive? "Madame, madam..."

The questioning voice of the Yongguo medical officer came to my ears.

And her identity as the princess of Wei seemed to be buried by today's heavy snow amid all these inquiries.

Yes.

She counts, and did her part.

At the cost of almost losing both Jiang Ben and Jiang Ben, she fulfilled her duty as the princess of Wei.

From then on, she was the wife of the Duke of Qi.

We must protect the people of Qi State, just like him.

Husband and wife are of the same mind and advance and retreat together.

Zhao Zheng stood in the snow in Daliang City.

Not far from him was his queen, his wife, and his Ahe.

But his wife was holding a cold corpse, sitting quietly, like a wood sculpture.

The corpse was wrapped in the sable cloak he made for Jiang He.

He specially put the big cloak in her luggage, as if they had reversed their roles, he was the virtuous wife, and she was the husband who traveled far away.

But a piece of clothing is nothing.

What he cared about was the scene he saw when he was still worried after sending the letter and ran to Daliang City at almost the same speed as the eight-hundred-mile express messenger.

Wei Ji fell down the city wall, but Jiang He reached out to pull him back.

She acted without hesitation, as if she would rather die together.

Would rather die together.

Zhao Zheng was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.

He watched her cry, watched her hold Wei Ji's hand tightly, watched her listen to the other person's last words, and watched her nod and shake her head as if she was crazy and sad.

In Zhao Zheng's memory, Jiang He was always a person who was well-founded in his advance and retreat, and who was calm and measured.

Even when her father Jiang Anqing died, she was never as desperate as she is today.

Zhao Zheng felt like the snowflakes falling from the sky were like ice knives falling into his heart, cutting and freezing him bit by bit.

If Wei Ji was still alive, he would be so jealous that he would kill Wei Ji to pay off his debt.

But he died.

Die heroically, die impeccably.

Zhao Zheng listened to Meng Tian's report that King Wei was dead, and Wei Yu should also be dead. Lord Long Yang was nowhere to be found, and the royal family of Wei King had all rushed to the border of Qi.

He listened to Meng Tian talking about the situation of the battle in bits and pieces, such as the complete annihilation of the Chu army, how many Yong troops were killed and injured, and how many people were killed.

His ears were listening, but his heart was afraid.

And what exactly I was afraid of, I couldn't tell.

"Is there a coffin?"

Finally, Zhao Zheng looked at Meng Tian and said.

Meng Tian didn't expect that after he reported for a long time, the king actually asked him for a he quickly understood, nodded and said: "The wood in Daliang is good, and the craftsmen are good. The relatives and nobles of the Wei Dynasty usually make longevity materials here. We should go and look for it. There should be some."

"Go."

Zhao Zheng said simply.

He held up an umbrella and walked towards Jiang He.

"Ahe..."

After standing quietly behind her for a long time, Zhao Zheng squatted down.

He brushed the snow from her hair, took off his cloak, and wrapped it around her.

Jiang He remained motionless and did not respond.

"Ah He," Zhao Zheng took a deep breath and said, "Go home."

(End of this chapter)