Chapter 178 The Queen’s Personal Letter When Wang Jian led his army to attack Zhao State, although Jiang He rarely made suggestions, a copy of the newspaper sent back from the army would be copied and sent to Jiang He's house.

Now that she lives in the palace, every time Zhao Zheng reads a copy, he will send someone directly to Zhiyang Palace.

Jiang He did not appear in the court, but he was like a concubine visiting the court.

But he said, don’t read it.

"I don't want to see it," Jiang He closed his eyes and said softly, "But I'm afraid if I don't see it, General Wang will have to work harder."

Unlike the King of Zhao who was ignorant and did not realize it, although the King of Wei was young, the power of the Wei State was in the hands of Wei Ji.

Wei Ji is jealous of him because he is resourceful and elegant.

General Wang's hard work does not mean that he will abandon his armor and suffer a complete defeat.

Rather, it means that the war will be stalemate for a long time, more soldiers will die, and more money and food will be spent.

Zhao Zheng's hand patted A Qian's back, his angular jawline was as handsome as usual, but his voice was gentler than usual.

"I'm afraid you'll be sad."

The carriage drove into the palace gate. Whether it was due to a slight bump or something else, Jiang He felt her heart stop for a moment, and then a faint pain swept through her body.

Afraid of making her sad...

Yes, one day in the future, the Di newspaper will say that Wei Ji, the prince of Wei State, has his head missing and his death has been confirmed.

Ever since he witnessed his father's death in Bu Village, north of Daliang City, Jiang He has become strong and cruel enough.

She could accept the death of relatives, the death of common people, the sacrifice of soldiers for the country, and even her own assassination in the process of unifying the six countries.

But whenever I think about Wei Ji's death, I can't help but feel heartbroken.

They were once friends, and they were once like family.

Those friendships accumulated bit by bit, even though there were disagreements, they never disappeared.

You can't fool yourself, you can't fool others, you can't fool Zhao Zheng.

But even so, Jiang He still said quietly: "Send it over. I am waiting to see your majesty wipe out Liuhe and achieve great achievements through the ages."

Zhao Zheng patted A Qian's hand and stopped, as if he was finally relieved, and looked at Jiang He.

She closed her eyes, and her expression showed no joy or sorrow.

"Ah He," Zhao Zheng said as the carriage stopped at the entrance of Zhiyang Palace, "Thank you very much."

There was a slight smoke from the charcoal, and Chen Nanxing, who was sitting in the tea room chatting with Mrs. Su, would be smoked to the point of crying from time to time.

But she had been talking about war these days, and today she finally talked about fighting. She seemed to have accidentally asked, "Isn't it the case of attacking Wei? How come we are attacking Chu."

Although Mrs. Su has given birth to three children, her behavior is very lively.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, raised the boiling tea and said with a smile: "These are all matters for the court to consider. We women don't care what they do."

After pouring the tea, Mrs. Su pushed the wooden box containing the pine nuts over and said with a smile: "Eat, you are so thin, eat more snacks."

Chen Nanxing took it obediently, but did not give up the topic just now.

"Then in the end, we should fight against Wei or not."

Mrs. Su's expression moved slightly, her hand pushing the tea cup paused for a moment, and she shook her head and said, "The slave family really doesn't know this. There is something I want to tell my benefactor."

She and Su Yu always called Chen Nanxing their benefactor.

At first, Chen Nanxing felt uncomfortable with the restraint, but later they were unwilling to change their tune, so she let them go.

"What's going on?" Chen Nanxing asked.

"If you tell me, don't blush." ​​Mrs. Su smiled and asked the girl standing in the room to step back. She was a little mysterious and said, "You work in the Royal Hospital, do you often accompany the master on medical visits?"

Chen Nanxing nodded.

"There is an adult who has taken a liking to you and wants you to be his daughter-in-law. I wonder if you are willing."

Mrs. Su spoke straightforwardly, which scared Chen Nanxing to the point of almost knocking over the pine nut box.

"Sister-in-law, stop joking."

She stepped back, as if staying farther away from Mrs. Su could avoid these troubles.

"Don't you ask who the benefactor is?" Mrs. Su pretended to be nonchalant, "The other party heard that your family members are all in Qi, and they didn't care. Knowing that you come here often, they asked me to talk about our marriage."

"No need." Chen Nanxing quickly stood up and saluted, "The marriages of the Nu family are decided by the brothers and sisters-in-law of Qi. The Nu family is still young and doesn't want this."

Mrs. Su knitted her eyebrows together, thought for a moment, and sighed: "My benefactor doesn't want to, so of course no one dares to force it. I will go back to them tomorrow."

Women are more attentive than men after all. When Su Yu returned home at night, Mrs. Su brought him foot-washing water, and the couple chatted.

"The benefactor is unwilling."

"Forget it if you don't want to," Su Yu nodded, "Her family is far away, so please be more careful."

It is not easy for a little girl to gain a foothold in a foreign , Chen Nanxing was credited with providing the prescription, and the palace treated her very well.

Nowadays, if you have money, a house, and a bodyguard, all you need is a good marriage.

"It's not that I don't want to do this." Mrs. Su sat on the bed, thinking about Chen Nanxing's expression when Jiang Ben came for dinner that day, "I guess she likes Mr. Jiang."

"It's a matter of a woman's reputation, so don't make random guesses." Su Yu added more hot water to the footbath and said, sweating profusely: "It's okay for others to criticize her. Don't we still know who our benefactor is?"

How was it……

Descendants of Chang Sangjun devoted themselves to studying medicine and saving lives.

"Just talking about previous years, when did the Royal Hospital think of sending some summer-relieving herbs to the Weiwei army? Now that the benefactor has come to deliver them in person, no one has fainted from heat stroke this summer."

Guardsmen have to be on duty around the palace. If you stand in the sun on a hot day, heat stroke is common.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Su shook her head and said with a smile: "That may be the queen's intention. The benefactor is attentive, and the queen is also very attentive."

Su Yu picked up a coarse cloth and wiped his feet, and nodded heavily: "No matter what, please help me keep an eye on her marriage. Find a good family, the man has a good temper, and the parents-in-law are reasonable."

He went out of the house with foot-washing water, and Mrs. Su picked up the cattail leaf fan and fanned it several times.

The hot air flowed into his collar, finally cooling him off.

But she always felt that something had been overlooked by her.

Quite an important thing.

Zhao Zhengyuan discussed matters with the ministers and has not returned to the palace yet.

Aqian was taken away by the wet nurse, and the ink was collected and brought to him. Jiang He took the wolf hair, but he still didn't finish writing.

She is not someone who likes to write and then revise. She always waits until she is confident before writing with flying speed.

However, she had been thinking about today's letter for a long time, but she couldn't even write the beginning.

What to write? If I write it, will he agree with it? Or, he would think that he was hypocritical and that she was naive and hypocritical and difficult to trust.

Jiang He raised his hand to his forehead and sighed.

"Your Highness," Cai Ling said worriedly, fanning beside her, "Are you unhappy?"

"No." Jiang He said, "I am wondering why my father had so many friends back then? I have very few friends, and they are getting fewer and fewer day by day."

Jiang He still remembered that no matter which country his father went to, friends would always come to visit him.

He made a wide range of friends, whether they were ordinary people in the city or important officials in the court, there were always many whom he treated sincerely.

"That's because..." Cai Ling thought for a while and said, "You are good-looking and rich."

Jiang He smiled.

What is the reason.

Cai Ling squinted her eyes proudly, feeling that her analysis was correct.

Although when she met Mr. Jiang, he had no eyes and one arm, but he was still very good-looking.

She couldn't help but recall what happened at that time.

"That's right," Cai Ling said again, "Your Excellency is still reasonable."

Because they were reasonable, they encountered Yong soldiers and horses on the road and left safely.

Jiang He's eyebrows spread.

Are you being reasonable?

That is indeed a very valuable quality.

Then she should be reasonable.

It was late at night, the courtiers had retired, and Zhao Zheng was about to return to Zhiyang Palace, but he saw the waiter at the entrance of the palace looking a little strange.

Recently, he has stopped keeping Li Wenzhou waiting day and night, so he is waiting on Li Wenzhou's disciples.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Zheng raised his head and asked.

The little chamberlain told the story.

"Did the queen write it herself?" Zhao Zheng frowned slightly.

"Yes, they have been sent out of the palace." The young chamberlain said, "I would like to ask if I want to intercept him?"

After all, it was sent to Wei State and given to Wei Ji.

At the point where the two countries are about to go to war.

"Bold!" Zhao Zheng said in a deep voice.

The young chamberlain plopped down and knelt down, his voice trembling: "I have been taught by my master, and my master has said that all matters must be decided by His Majesty alone."

idiot.

Zhao Zheng cursed in his heart.

"Go back and ask your master if you deserve to die for what you did today."

The little chamberlain didn't dare to answer.

Zhao Zheng had already stepped past him and walked towards Zhiyang Palace.

(End of this chapter)