Chapter 198

The horses' hooves crunched on the snow.

He said he wanted to return to Kyoto quickly, but Zhao Zheng couldn't move any faster.

He suddenly understood the reasons for his alienation and indifference.

He said that everything here was decided by Jiang He, but he still wrote a secret letter to Meng Tian, ​​asking him to kill the Wei royal family.

They originally agreed that there would be no secrets between them.

Although he immediately wrote another letter to withdraw his consent, the second letter was lost.

After losing the letter, did he also lose Jiang He's trust?

Zhao Zheng suddenly turned his horse's head.

On both sides of the official road, people died of freezing and starvation trying to escape.

They were buried in the snow, and occasionally a skinny hand was exposed, dry and stiff.

Lifeless, lifeless, never able to wake up again.

There are also people on the official road who have returned to Daliang after the war.

With a look of confusion on his face, he fastened his clothes and walked slowly.

From now on, we will make fires to cook, plow the fields, and live the rest of our lives well.

By next spring, those corpses would have been devoured by wild animals or buried by county servants and disappeared without a trace.

By next spring, the surrounding wasteland will be lush and green, and occasionally small flowers will poke their heads among the seedlings, looking at their hard-working masters.

These are the people of Wei State, these are the people of Yong State, and they are the people of the world.

Zhao Zheng's war horses passed over the corpses and the crowd, galloping on the official road after the battle until they arrived at the Huiji River ferry.

Huiji River is a tributary of the Yellow River. From here all the way to the southeast, you can reach Wei Ji's fiefdom, Xinling.

The war horse raised its hooves and neighed under the control of the reins, and then fell heavily.

Looking far ahead, Zhao Zheng saw that a double-decker boat had left the shore.

Standing at the stern of the boat was the person he had longed for.

That person has a tall and straight posture and an elegant face. His skin is fair and his lips are reddish. He is wearing a dark blue cross-collar dark coat with white rabbit fur around his neck.

She stood in the cool and biting wind, at the stern of the boat above the waves, with no one by her side, but her eyes were extremely determined.

The boat was only more than ten feet away from the shore, and Jiang He saw Zhao subconsciously took a step forward, but was blocked by the guardrail on the side of the ship.

"Jiang He."

Zhao Zheng spoke, but his voice was not loud.

He didn't come here to persuade her to turn back.

He came to tell her that he knew she was going to Xinling.

There is no obstruction, it is trust and waiting for her.

He also wanted to ask her, did you see the dead people on the roadside? Do you still remember our agreement? But Zhao Zheng came a step too late.

They were separated by the river and looked at each other from a distance. He could only see that she was a little thinner, and he could guess her expression from her familiar face.

Nothing else can.

I couldn't express my feelings, pour out my regrets, care or be jealous, hold her hand, comfort her, hug her.

Neither of them are people who shout loudly.

From a distance, Zhao Zheng saw Jiang He nodding to him.

With just a nod, Zhao Zheng instantly heard his heartbeat, felt his hands heat up, and the wind that had flowed into his collar softened for a moment.

Jiang He, like a tree standing beside the boat, supports Zhao Zheng's hope.

When the mist dissipated, he saw her lightly opening her lips and saying two words.

Although he couldn't hear the sound, he could see the mouth movements.

"Zhao Zheng."

She called him by his name, the same as before.

Then Jiang He raised his hands, folded them on his chest, raised his left shoulder slightly, and made a gesture of holding a child.

Zhao Zheng knew what that meant.

He nodded solemnly and watched her walk away.

Of course he will take good care of A Qian.

Take care of their children and wait for her return.

As long as she comes back, the misunderstandings and alienation between them will be nothing.

"The wind is strong, please rest in the cabin, Your Highness."

The Yongguo officer who was driving the boat came out to guide the queen, but found tears welling up in the queen's eyes.

He quickly lowered his head.

Meng Tian said that he must protect the queen and serve the queen well.

He is a rough man and can only do his best.

Jiang He walked into the cabin and knelt down quietly in front of the small window lattice. His eyes fell on a simple screen not far away.

The screen was temporarily moved onto the ship to separate Wei Ji's coffin from the place where she rested.

Actually, it's not necessary.

She was no longer as miserable as when he left the day before yesterday. Although her heart still hurt like a knife, she was able to hide her emotions.

I recalled their interactions many times, burned a lot of incense for him, lit paper money all night long, and said goodbye to him with complicated rituals.

By early this morning, Jiang He could barely drink a bowl of porridge.

I wonder if Zhao Zheng noticed that she had lost some weight when he saw her just Zheng came to see her off.

He also promised to take good care of the children.

He came to deliver it out of trust and waiting.

But Jiang He felt that what she did next might make Zhao Zheng even more angry.

There's no way she can, she's not the kind of woman who tries to please men.

She has her work to do.

Something I decided to do a long time ago.

"Wei Ji," Jiang He looked up and seemed to see a young man in brocade standing behind the screen, "it is the most unkind thing to leave difficult problems to others."

She whispered softly, knowing that the man would never hear her again.

"But fortunately," Jiang He held the tea cup and warmed his hands, murmuring, "Fortunately, it was handed over to me."

Chen Nanxing did not go to the Royal Hospital.

She hadn't been there for several days.

He excused himself for being unwell and even let Mrs. Su know the news and bring the doctor to see him.

Because he didn't go to the Imperial Hospital, he didn't go to the Weiwei Military Mansion, so he pretended not to know the news there.

Then, Mrs. Su, who promised to take the doctor for a follow-up visit, also didn't come.

Did something happen to Su Yu? she thought.

But Xiaolu did something wrong in that matter, and it has nothing to do with Su Yu, right? No, Su Yu is a commander specifically in charge of military aircraft something happens to a subordinate, will he be implicated?

do not care! Can't handle that much.

She only wanted to know one thing: Wei Zipei, was he dead?

She took the letter out of the envelope, brought it back, and burned it.

Although the words on the letter were written in a hurry, they were strong and powerful.

"Don't kill the Wei royal family."

At the critical moment of the war between the two countries, the king of Yong State was so kind that he wanted to let the Wei royal family go.

how can

Since we are enemies, we naturally want you to fight to the death.

Wei Zipei lives in Daliang and is also a member of the Wei royal family. Is she dead? Chen Nanxing felt like a hundred claws scratching his heart, unable to sleep day after day. Even if he did fall asleep, he would soon wake up from his the dream, Wei Zipei was holding a big knife and slashing at her.

"Help--"

Nightmare after another.

During the day, her soul will return to her body.

Then I would think over and over again: If Wei Zipei died, would Jiang Ben marry again?

Will you marry another Qi girl?

that oneself...

She lowered her head in shame, suddenly realizing the reason for her erratic behavior.

Because of greed, because of selfishness, because of short-sightedness, and because of the obsession of asking but not getting.

Chen Nanxing was worried that Wei Zipei was dead again.

She almost collapsed in this repeated torture.

Finally, I heard the sound of horse hooves stopping outside the door.

"Is Miss Chen here?"

Chen Nanxing is familiar with the uniforms of the Weiwei army.

The guard simply saluted and said, "Please come with us."

The territory of Wei south of the Yellow River and west of Daliang is now under the rule of Yong.

But to the southeast of Daliang, at the junction of Chu and Qi, there was a small city that was not captured by the Yong army.

Xinling.

The lack of capture was not due to the kindness or negligence of Yong's because this place is too rich, Jiang He and Zhao Zheng discussed that they should wait until all the cities were captured and let the people here capture them without help.

In order to prevent the wealthy businessmen from fleeing to Chu State with their gold and silver and hollowing out this small town.

But at the same time, Jiang He also asked Jiang Ben to moderately relax border controls.

Let go, but moderately, and at about the same time, let less than half of the people come over.

She originally wanted to use this strategy to divide the main force of Wei and annihilate it after conquering Daliang.

So when Jiang He arrived outside the city carrying the coffin and saw Mang Mao standing on the city wall, he was not surprised at all.

I'm afraid Zhao Zheng doesn't know exactly where Wei's main force is.

The people who carried the coffin here, besides Jiang He, were the guards chosen by Meng Tian for her.

There is no one from Wei.

The young Yongguo officer stepped forward and shouted to the general on the city wall: "We are here to bury Mr. Wei, please open the city gate!"

News of Wei Ji's death should have arrived, but Mang Mao obviously didn't believe Jiang He's sincerity.

Hundreds of crossbows were set up on the city walls.

"Death to the thief!"

The arrow shot through the air and seemed to have only one target, Jiang He standing in the middle.

(End of this chapter)