happy with you

Chapter 159 His weakness
Will the Yongguo Congress stop from now on?

If not, is Yan State next, or us?
These two questions are not only entrenched in the mind of Lord Long Yang, but also entrenched in the hearts of thousands of Wei people.

Wei Ji raised his head and drank, with a cold smile like broken glass spreading from the corners of his lips.

"The State of Yan is thousands of miles away from the State of Yong, and the State of Zhao is suffering from famine and it is difficult to collect military rations. Could it be that Lord Long Yang thought that he would sacrifice the near for the distant?"

He is the king of Yong State, Zhao Zheng.

He will not.

Even as an enemy, Long Yangjun had to admit that Zhao Zheng was a man of extraordinary intelligence and determination.

"I thought he had a weakness."

Now the whole world knows what Zhao Zheng's weakness is.

It was his wife who married once and then married a second time.

Princess Anguo of Qi State, Jiang He.

With a "pop" sound, Wei Ji still held the wine cup with one hand, but handed over the long sword with the other hand.

The sharp edge of the sword stopped right in front of Long Yangjun's straight nose.

Long Yangjun's swordsmanship was extraordinary, but he did not hide or fight.

"Don't make such plans." Wei Ji pursed his lips and said with a distant look on his face.

Don't use her to blackmail Zhao Zheng.

Long Yangjun was silent for a moment, then raised his fingers to press down on the sword.

"Young master, I don't want to put Jiang in trouble, but I don't know if Jiang will be merciful when he plans a strategy to attack Luoyang?"

"It's none of her business." Wei Ji threw away his sword and spoke harshly.

Lord Long Yang smiled mockingly.

He held the wine in his mouth, swallowed it slowly, and couldn't help but ridiculed: "He should have been killed when he was a hostage in our country of Wei! If the young master hadn't protected him..."

"It wasn't me who was protecting him," Wei Ji shook his head. "It would have been difficult to end the situation by killing him in the first place. God's will is like this, and it's hard to disobey the destiny."

Long Yangjun threw down his wine glass. He, who was always elegant, looked angry.

"What about your lives and mine? What about the lives of the people of Wei? Are we just going to let Zhao Zheng slaughter us?"

"Of course not." Wei Ji put down the wine cup, stirred the Qiuli ointment boiling on the bronze tripod, and said lightly, "Wei is no longer the original Wei."

In the days when Yong and Zhao were at war, Wei Ji did not sit back and watch the tiger's misfortune.

The Wei State carried out reforms, innovations, and military training, eliminating old forces in the court and cultivating new elites.

Whether it is the number of newborn children or the abundance of the national treasury, it shows that his hard work over the past year has not been in vain.

"If he comes, I will fight! Unless this young master dies, the Yong Kingdom's iron hoof will never set foot in Luoyang!"

The young master of the State of Wei has eyes as bright as stars and lips as sharp as pills.The dark golden seedlings embroidered on the edge of the snow-white robe flickered as he spoke.

His heroic spirit is impressive but he also has a hidden majesty from all sides, which is impressive.

Long Yangjun gently touched his palms, picked up the wine flask with his slender fingers, filled Wei Ji with wine, and handed a cup to Wei Ji's hand. The cups clinked together with a pleasant sound.

"For——" he said with determination, "I share the same hatred with you."

"Same hatred with the son."

Suddenly, a wild bird flew up with a mournful cry outside the window. Under the bright lights of the garden, its flight path flashed past the window lattice.

After drinking a lot of wine, Wei Ji was still not drunk.

He concentrated on placing the clay pots that he had cleaned in advance, picked up the shallow cauldron for boiling soup, and poured the boiled Qiuli ointment into it.

Close the lid and seal it with candle wax, and that's it.

"I'm afraid Lord Longyang has to go to Xianyang." Wei Ji said.

"Want me to run errands to deliver Qiuli ointment?"

Long Yangjun smiled, but there was no resistance in his smile, but a cheerful one.

Wei Ji shook his head and said, "Go and see Zi Pei and Jiang Ben."

Lord Long Yang nodded thoughtfully.

"Jiang Ben is a breakthrough. He is now the auxiliary son of Qi State."

You are not allowed to use Jiang He, but use Jiang Ben, okay?Although the Qi army is less well-trained, there are still hundreds of thousands of elites.

In the future, he will start a war with Yong State, and with this help, he will be even more powerful.

Wei Ji did not comment, he smiled faintly, looked at the Qiuli ointment on the table, and closed his eyes slightly.

"If you are a female college student, if the two of you like each other, let's do it quickly."

Long Yangjun nodded and stood up.

Since the young master already has countermeasures here, he needs to make arrangements early.

However, until he left, Wei Ji did not entrust him to deliver Qiuli Gao on his behalf.

In the Xianyang Palace of the Yong Kingdom, Jiang He counted gently with his fingers and said warmly: "I woke up for four hours today."

"Her Royal Highness the Queen is truly a miracle doctor."

The imperial doctor who was diagnosing Zhao Zheng's pulse couldn't help but sigh, blinking and almost crying again.

The tears were not just a compliment, but also an expression of true feelings.After all, according to the Queen Mother's style of conduct, if His Majesty dies, he will probably be buried with the imperial doctors.

The king's life is his life.

"It's Chang Sangjun's prescription."

Jiang He stood beside Zhao Zheng and smiled.

Zhao Zheng did not shy away from suspicion and held Jiang He's hand.

The imperial doctor checked the pulse and lit up mugwort. Silver needles were used to warm Zhao Zheng's meridians, dispel cold, promote qi and unblock meridians.

The smoke from the burning mugwort dispersed, and Jiang He couldn't help turning around and coughing.

"Cough cough, cough—"

She covered her mouth and took a step back. "It's out!"

Zhao Zheng immediately stood up, kicked away the bronze cauldron burning moxa, and took Jiang He's hand out.

"It doesn't matter." The fresh air poured into his chest and lungs, and Jiang He felt better. "It will be fine when you come out."

"I've been coughing for two days." Zhao Zheng frowned and said, "Ah He, didn't you take the medicine prepared by the imperial doctor?"

"I……"

Jiang He secretly pursed his lips, but couldn't defend himself.

The medicine was three-thirds poisonous. She was worried that the decoction would be harmful to the fetus, so she refused to take it.

"Let's go." Zhao Zheng took her hand and went to the side hall, "I'll feed you."

She was so disobedient that he had to feed her with his own hands to feel at ease.

The black figure moved forward, followed by bright red.

Now that the clouds have cleared and the fog has dispersed, her clothes are the same as they were a long time ago, red and purple like the rays of the sun, lively and lively.

At this time, Jiang Ben was nibbling pears in the Qi embassy.

I only took one bite of each pear, chewed it a few times, and then spat it out with a curse and a depressed expression.

"What is this? It tastes worse than horse feed!"

Jiang Ben simply kicked down a basket of pears, and his confidant Zhang Yuan lowered his head to pick it up while blaming himself.

"It's indeed unpalatable. This is not Qi after all, so we can't buy Yangxin Yali. But if you boil Qiu pear paste, you can make it."

"Does it taste good after brewing?" Jiang Ben waved his hand and said, "My sister has been coughing for several days. The water and soil in Xianyang City are not good, so she needs to drink some Qiuli paste she has been drinking since she was a child to get better."

Zhang Yuan nodded repeatedly, but there was nothing he could do.

Jiang Ben suddenly thought of something and then laughed.

"My lord, I have thought of it! Yangxin is too far away, and one of Yangxin's pear trees is in Luoyang. My lord, go back quickly. We can make it this time tomorrow."

"Luoyang?" Zhang Yuan looked surprised.

Of course it’s Luoyang.Although Wei Ji is annoying, he did plant a Yangxin pear tree.

Jiang Ben said and stood up to get his cloak, not wanting to waste a moment.

"Sir, where are the trees in Luoyang? What if I don't give them to you?"

"If you don't give it, grab it." Jiang Ben said, "I will bring more people with you."

"Grab what?"

A clear voice came, and Wei Zipei, the princess of Wei State, strode in, looked at Jiang Ben, and smiled mischievously.

"You don't dare to go and snatch it away, young master. This princess has sent it to you."

A well-worn man followed behind her. Hearing this, he opened the bamboo basket in his hand, took out three clay pots and placed them on the table.

Move slightly, for fear of bumping.

"pear."

Wei Zipei smiled brightly.

"Liar!" Jiang Ben said, "The pear is so big and the mouth of the jar is so small. How did you get it in?"

Wei Zipei laughed even louder, like bells in the wind.

Jiang Ben suddenly thought of something and immediately went to lift the lid.But the lid was sealed with white wax. He smelled it and laughed.

It's Qiuli paste.

Unexpectedly, pear paste was delivered directly.

"Is it made from your Luoyang pears?"

"Brother made it himself. It was sealed with wax, firstly to keep it fresh, and secondly to prevent being poisoned. I had a close relative carry it with me all the way. When I got it, I kept an eye on it. If you don't mind, just give it to Her Royal Highness the Princess. Go ahead."

At the end of Wei Zipei's words, his expression became more reserved and his voice slowed down.

I made the gift myself and sent it as a treasure, but I was afraid that others would not accept it.

How had her brother ever been so humble?

But because that person is Jiang He, it's worth it.

These days in Xianyang, she saw Jiang He's character with her own eyes, and had to look at her with admiration.

"Whether you dislike it or not, it's up to my sister to decide."

Jiang Ben immediately picked up the clay pot, and before leaving the house, he suddenly turned to Wei Zipei and said, "Thank him for me."

Wei Zipei pursed his lips and smiled, nodding slightly.

There is probably no need to say thank you between them.

As long as she is willing to use it, it is the greatest gratitude.

Zhao Zheng is extremely busy these days.

Although Jiang He handled political affairs on his behalf a while ago, now that he was awake, he needed to look over it again to know how to make decisions on those matters and think about the next move.

When the night was dark, Zhao Zhengcai returned to Zhiyang Palace.

Stepping into the palace gate, he smelled the sweet scent of pear.

Jiang He was sitting in front of the desk reading a book. Next to her was an unsealed clay pot.Cai Ling was scooping something out of the clay pot, adding hot water to the bowl and stirring it.

"Is it Qiuli ointment?" Zhao Zheng hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

"Yes." Jiang He raised his head and said, "Your Majesty hasn't eaten yet, has he? Cai Ling, go and pass the dishes."

Cai Ling stood up in response and stepped back carefully.

Zhao Zheng walked a few steps faster, knelt down next to Jiang He, picked up a small spoon, and stirred the Qiuli soup.

"This is..." There was a hint of gloom in his eyes, and he said lightly, "Is it from Luoyang?"

(End of this chapter)