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Chapter 121 The situation of the Six Nations has changed
Longyang Jun Shiran sat down and drank tea slowly.

Wei Zipei withdrew his eyes from Jiang Ben with a sad and disappointed expression. He raised his hands and pressed the ground and stood up. He looked at Lord Long Yang and said, "He said that you can rest assured if you send me to the young master. It's because Zhao Guo wants to attack Yan." Can the country of Wei temporarily avoid the disaster of war?"

The deal was done, Wei Zipei finally remembered that Long Yangjun was the son of his father, and she should call him "gongzi".

"Yes," Lord Long Yang said, "Originally Mr. Wei sent the princess to Qi State to temporarily avoid the disaster of war. Jiang Ben is very smart, so he left His Highness here and left with peace of mind."

Is he so relieved?
After all, Long Yangjun is a man, how can he know how to take care of others?
Speaking of which, although she was imprisoned in the carriage on the way here, Jiang Ben also gave her a maid to command.

Wei Zipei pursed his lips and lowered his head, subconsciously clenching the hem of his clothes with his fingers.

Somehow, she actually felt resentful towards Jiang Ben.

This scene fell right into the eyes of Lord Long Yang.

He lowered his head with a smile, thoughtfully scooped out the foam from the tea cup with a silver spoon, and said with a sigh: "Master Jiang of Qi State knows the current affairs and knows how to advance and retreat in troubled times. Although he is still young, he can be said to be a man."

Wei Zipei looked over suddenly as if someone had noticed that he was worried, then turned around awkwardly, looking for the tent to bathe and change clothes.

It's daybreak and it's busy outside.

Unexpectedly, the ups and downs of the battle between the six nations would completely change in just one night.

Opening his eyes and then closing them sleepily, Jiang He smelled the fragrance of the first blooming peach blossoms, mixed with the lingering scent of medicinal herbs.

She must be sick. She felt pain in her chest and lungs while breathing, as if there were heavy stones pressing on her.

Opening his eyes again, Jiang He quickly confirmed his position.

Luoyang, Wei State, Pear Blossom Courtyard.

I just don’t understand why the pearl curtains on the bed tent that were taken away by the little girl Cai Ling have returned to their original state.The morning light fell on the round pearl, and the tiny light spots slowly rotated, as if they were soothing something.

She turned her head slightly and saw the answer.

A young man was leaning against the tables in front of the window.He was wearing silver-white dark clothes, and the three-pointed arrow tied to his waist was gone, leaving only a piece of green jade hanging down.

Wei Ji fell asleep.

Deep tiredness and worry appeared on his face. The cool breeze coming in from the window blew his forehead. Looking at the way he curled up subconsciously, he felt a little cold.

Spring cold is the easiest time to get sick, so don't catch a cold.

Jiang He stood up holding the bed frame, trying to put a cotton robe on him.But as soon as her feet touched the blanket on the ground, Wei Ji woke up.

His body that had been loose just now tensed up for a moment. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang He. Seeing that she was awake and the cotton robe in her arms, he immediately understood what she was going to do.

A trace of emotion appeared in Wei Ji's eyes, but he quickly hid it and put on a relaxed and relaxed expression.

"Xiaohe," he still called her, stood up and said, "Are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

"Trouble the young master."

Jiang He sat back on the bed again. She felt that her whole body was weak and her pulse was weak. She took a moment before she could speak.

Because of this obviously distant tone, Wei Ji's joyful heart sank again.

He remembered what she said drunkenly the last time they met in Yongguo.

She said she would kill whoever asked him to die.

Those were the most heart-warming words Wei Ji had ever heard.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

In the past six months, he had not stopped thinking about her.

Wei Ji took a step forward, as if he wanted to say something.But when he saw her weakness, he couldn't speak.

Jiang He always pays attention to his diet. He eats three proper meals, goes to bed early at night, and rarely gets sick.

She looks sick, which makes me wish I couldn't help her.

So Wei Ji stopped talking to consume Jiang He's energy. He stopped and turned around and said, "I'm going to call the doctor over to diagnose his pulse and tell Cai Ling to deliver medicine."

"Master Wei." Jiang He suddenly called him.

She leaned against the bedrail, pressing her chest with one hand and pressing the bed with the other to support her body. Her brows were slightly furrowed and the corners of her lips were a little white.The originally bright and beautiful face was tired and worried, and she asked: "What's going on over there at Jinmen?"

Jinmen was the place where the peace envoys from Zhao, Wei and Yan met, and it was also the place where she discussed with him about provoking a war between Zhao and Yan.

Even at this time, she was still thinking about the state affairs of Yong State.

She is obviously a woman who should be carefree and cared for.

Wei Ji suddenly felt hatred for Zhao Zheng.

"Xiaohe," he said gently, holding back the curses he wanted to say, "Don't worry, Jiang Bi has done a good job. There is no room for debate in Yan State. Zhao State has sent more troops to the border, and there will be a decisive battle in the near future."

After saying this, he left the bedroom and suddenly felt that his steps were sluggish, as if his strength had been drained away.

Jiang He was very familiar with this doctor.

He is Dr. An who previously performed acupuncture to treat his father's head problem.

After his father left, he returned to Wei Ji's house and continued to work for him.Doctor An examined Jiang He's pulse carefully, with a smile on his face, and said to Jiang He, "Your Highness, your heart pulse is much more depleted than when you were here before."

was it then?
Wei Ji, who was standing next to Dr. An, took a deep breath and remained silent.

Jiang Anqing was still there at that time, although Jiang He had many disagreements with him in order to save his father.But looking back now, it turned out to be a rare and precious time.

"Doctor, how is my health?" Jiang He said softly, seemingly unwilling to mention the past.

"I'm too worried, plus I didn't pay attention to rest and diet while running around. It's caused by the loss of heart and blood and the lack of energy and blood. It's not serious. Your Highness is young, just take a few medicines and you'll be fine. When Your Highness came back last night, the villain had already I grabbed the medicine for His Highness, and the Zong Manager is looking after the medicine furnace, and I think he will be fine soon."

As long as it's something at the entrance, Zongjun will definitely take care of it personally.

Doctor An put away his pulse pillow and wanted to leave, but couldn't help but said: "I heard that His Highness is inquiring about the descendants of Chang Sang Jun or Bian Que?"

It seems that although South Korea was destroyed, the news got out.

"Yes." Jiang He said, "I want to meet the descendants of the medical ancestors. I wonder if there is such an opportunity."

Dr. An nodded, and said with some longing and excitement: "If you have that kind of opportunity, it is really a godsend. Chang Sangjun is from the Zheng State. The Zheng State was destroyed by South Korea, and now South Korea is gone. But the villain heard that Chang Sang Lord likes the sea, and he His descendants may also have settled by the seaside.”

The seaside, the states of Yan, Qi, and Chu are all near the sea, but I don’t know where the sea is.

Jiang He nodded in thanks, and Cai Ling had already brought the soup.

After watching Jiang He take the medicine, Wei Ji left with a little peace of mind.

When he left, he turned to Zongjun, who was standing in front of the wall, and said, "Before that happens, please let your highness take good care of yourself here. If there is anything missing, go to the other side to carry it."

Opposite is Wei Ji's mansion.

Zongjun Ying claimed that it was, but subconsciously looked at the warehouse.

They are rich and do not need to owe others favors.Coming here was planned by His Highness from the very beginning.Otherwise, given 1 courages, he would never dare to send His Highness, who was seriously ill, to Wei Ji.

Unless he dies outside and never returns to Yong Kingdom.

On March [-]th, Zhao Zheng was already on the outskirts of the capital of the Yong Kingdom, welcoming Meng Tian who had triumphed over Han Dynasty, conferring rewards on the generals and comforting the soldiers.

Now that the imperial court has made a decision, after these armies have rested in the suburbs, they will head to the Yellow River to prepare to cross the river to attack Wei.

Zhao Zheng has decided to bid farewell to the army in person.

Because of this incident, when the Zhao court sent an urgent letter asking about Yong's movements, Princess Zhao Yuxue of Jinyang was still a little worried, but she still told the truth.

Since the Yong State was about to attack the Wei State, the Zhao State no longer had any worries and sent its army westward to fight to the death with the Yan State.

The entire Zhao State could not bear the humiliation of being destroyed by the Yan State.

Afterwards, the State of Zhao asked Lord Long Yang of the State of Wei. Lord Long Yang just shook his head and said that the State of Yan and the State of Zhao had a dispute a few days ago, but he did not expect that the State of Yan was so treacherous.

The Wei delegation returned to Wei in anger, saying that they would not interfere in this matter.

Now the war is stalemate, and it is difficult to determine the outcome.

Zhao Yuxue, who had been worried, finally relaxed a little, but she couldn't relax completely yet.

She wanted to give Zhao Zheng a gift, a gift that she would never give up until she attacked Wei.

That was the assassin Wei Rang she got.

Wei Rang had the same surname as Wei Ji, and he was once Wei Ji's retainer.Zhao Yuxue arranged for Wei Rang to pretend to be Wei Ji's messenger and went to Jiang He's residence several times. He must have been noticed by the guards guarding the residence.

At this time, Wei Rang was sent to assassinate Zhao Zheng, and Wei Ji would not be able to escape his involvement.

Zhao Zheng usually stayed in the palace, but when he bid farewell to the army, he was outside Xianyang City.

That was Assassin Wei Rang's only chance.

If Wei Rang succeeds, Zhao Zheng will die tragically, and the Yong Kingdom will fall apart.

If Wei Rang failed, Zhao Zheng would be angry, and the troops sent to Wei would never return for any reason.

Meng Tian waited outside the palace for a long time. He first saw the imperial doctor coming out with the medicine box, and then saw the chamberlain going in. After a long time, Zhao Zheng finally allowed him to enter the palace.

There is still the smell of moxa in the hall, which is probably used during acupuncture.

Meng Tian couldn't help but worry about Zhao Zheng's health.

"Your Majesty," he knelt down and said, "As Wei Chen said, I don't understand why I pretend to attack the Wei State, but actually attack the Zhao State. Although the Zhao State is at war with the Yan State, it is far away from the Yong State after all, and once If Zhao succeeds, he will divide his troops to garrison the Great Wall to resist the Xiongnu and contain our Dayong forces."

Zhao Zheng stopped the pen in his hand and looked at Meng Tian. Before he could speak, he saw Su Yu walking into the hall quickly.

"Have you heard about it?" Zhao Zheng asked before Su Yu reported it.

"In Luoyang," Su Yu knelt down and said, "Your Highness, she is ill."

Zhao Zheng stood up suddenly. He was about to say something, but he suddenly took a step forward, coughed and covered his mouth.

Thick red blood gushed out from his fingers and dripped onto the thick memorial on the desk.

(End of this chapter)