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Chapter 4 That touch of red

The sharp knife in Jiang He's hand had just come out of her sleeve, and Zhao Zheng had already grasped her wrist.His strength was great, but he didn't hurt her. He just used his skill to remove the knife from Jiang He's hand, glanced at it, and threw it on the table in front of the bed.

"search."

He speaks concisely.

The Hexin wine on the table swayed with subtle ripples due to the vibration, and the aroma of the wine overflowed, but the newly married man and woman in front of the bed were in no mood to drink and rejoice together.

Zhao Zheng's hands slid over Jiang He's collar, pinched her wide sleeves, touched the hem of her skirt, and took off her shoes.Stroking all the way down, he took out all the self-defense items she had secretly hidden on her body and threw them on the table.

Bone-picking sharp knives, edged daggers, triangular darts, silver needles and copper thorns. Finally, he took a small pottery bottle in his hand and asked, "What is this?"

Jiang He said in a depressed tone: "I said it was seasoning, do you believe it?"

"poison."

Zhao Zheng placed the pottery vase firmly on the table and looked at her carefully.

There are 45 candles burning on the bronze candlestick of the Nine Dragons and Pearls in the hall. The fine gauze landscape screen blocks part of the light, and the remaining soft and lingering warmth falls on the wide dragon bed in the dormitory.

The woman in front of me is beautiful.

The black hair on the temples is decorated with bright beads, the forehead is smooth and the eyes are bright. The small nose and cherry blossom-like lips seem to be shining with light on the small oval-shaped face.Her neck is long and thin, with a soft neckline and rounded shoulders. Her wedding dress wraps her graceful but slightly green body. Her chest is rising and falling because of her anger, which makes people want to possess her.

But the woman in front of him is also very dangerous.

He was the only one in the world who brought husband-killing equipment with him on the night of his wedding, and carried so many of them.

Zhao Zheng opened the secret compartment next to the dragon bed and took out a string from inside.

"Everything has been found, isn't it enough?" Jiang He glared at him and kicked the table leg angrily.The desk was motionless, but the weapons found on it made a clattering sound.

"I never trust anyone, let alone the one beside me." Zhao Zheng approached Jiang He, raised his hand and took off the phoenix crown hanging high on her head, letting her long hair fall down, and held Jiang He's hand again. arm.

"I can sleep outside." Jiang He stepped aside.

"You are Gu's wife, how can you not sleep with Gu?" Zhao Zheng said arrogant words, but his voice was soft and gentle.It seemed that he was not tying up his wife's arms, but changing her clothes.

The thin rope went around Jiang He's wrist, round and round, wrapping her tightly.Jiang He knew the way he tied the rope and knotted it. This kind of knot was usually used to trap wild beasts in the mountains and forests. The harder he struggled, the stronger it became.

Both wrists were wrapped around each other and fixed to the bedpost. The rope was pulled too tight, and Jiang He had to sit on the bed.

Zhao Zheng then began to take off his clothes.

The black and red auspicious suit is carefully tailored and looks quite grand when worn on his broad and strong body.Zhao Zheng methodically took out his belt, took off his deep clothes, took off his silk clothes, and hung them neatly on the hangers. Then he took off his shoes and sat on the dragon bed.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to take off his clothes and rest by himself.

She lowered her head suddenly and shrank back to the bed in shame and annoyance.

Zhao Zheng dug himself into the innermost room, lifted up the thin silk quilt, lay down on the pillow embroidered with dragons, phoenixes and acacias, and closed his eyes.

There was only one pillow, and he used it, but Jiang He didn't have one.

There are two quilts, but they are at the bedside.Jiang He carefully used her toes to hook the quilt over, and accidentally lost her balance and fell off the bed. Her butt hurt and her wrists hurt, and she bared her teeth and wanted to yell at Zhao Zheng.

But when she thought that maybe he understood what she said, she sat down on the bed angrily.Fortunately, the thin quilt was already beside her. The weather was warm at night in late summer, so she didn't have to worry about getting cold even if she sat on the ground beside the bed.

Jiang He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Zheng.

He lay flat on the bed, his hands hanging on both sides, and the thin quilt was pulled from his feet to his chest, covering him tightly, like an old man who was afraid of catching a cold, falling ill and dying.

Jiang He remembered what Grandma Tiaoyin said about Zhao Zheng's abstinence from sex before marriage.

He must be in poor health.

Zhao Zheng fell asleep quickly on the bed.

His breathing was even and slight, making people feel increasingly sleepy for no reason.

Jiang He carefully stood up and huddled beside the bed, lying on his side and closing his eyes.

She had had the experience of having her hands tied once before.

Because her mother died young, her father raised her alone.So that time when he was on a mission to Wei on behalf of Qi, his father took her with him as usual.

Jiang He was still sleeping when the assassins broke into the embassy, ​​so she did not see the tragic scene of her father's murder.Later, Jiang He's hands were tied and thrown into a deep dungeon.

"Where is the military secret book?" Those people asked her.

What is the secret book of military strategists?Jiang He was confused and rushed out to find his father.But they said that her father was dead. In order to make her believe it, they even cut off one of his arms and threw it into the dungeon.

My father’s fingers were burned while cooking, and the burn scar cannot be faked.

Thirteen-year-old Jiang He fainted from fright.

When she woke up, the young man named Wei Ji had jumped into the dungeon and cut the rope that bound her.

Jiang He's foot was sprained when she was thrown into the dungeon, so Wei Ji carried her on his back.His white clothes are as beautiful as the snow, and her red dress is hanging down.

Jiang He cried on Wei Ji's back and begged to go back to find his father.

"Jiang He, leave quickly. Only by leaving can you survive."

He did not look back. They left the capital of Wei State in the heavy snow and headed east.

He was so nervous that he seemed to be running for his life.

Only then did Jiang He realize that the mastermind behind her father's assassination was the King of Wei.

Therefore, although Wei Ji had a noble status, he could only take her to escape quietly.

Because he left in such a hurry, Wei Ji didn't even take the coins of Wei State with him.He pawned his valuable fox fur and spent money carefully to buy food and accommodation, but no matter how he calculated it, the money was not enough to hire a carriage.

Wei Ji bought a wheelbarrow.

Luoyang is a thousand miles away from Linzi. Wei Ji, the younger brother of the king of Wei, pushed the cart step by step and sent Jiang He back.Sometimes the axle broke and the cart could not move, so Wei Ji would carry Jiang He on his back to buy another cart.

They walked a thousand miles for three months.

He sent her back to his homeland, and as the prince of Wei, he begged the king of Qi to forgive the assassination of the envoy, thus averting a war.

Not only did he send her back, he also protected the people of both countries.

This time, no one will untie the rope for her. The future is uncertain. Jiang He must hold on to any hope to survive.

Then look at him to see if his smile is still so bright and dazzling.

Thinking about these in a daze, Jiang He gradually fell into sleepy sleep.

When she woke up, there was the slight footsteps of the maid outside the palace, and Zhao Zheng was untying the rope tied to her wrist.Seeing that Jiang He was awake, he frowned and said, "No more sleep talking tonight."

Jiang He rubbed the obvious red mark on his wrist and cursed him countless Qi native dialects in his heart.

"I know." She agreed casually, but she was curious about what she was talking about in her sleep.

There was a little saliva on the corner of her lips. She wondered if she was dreaming about food.

According to custom, she was hungry from noon to evening yesterday.

Originally, after the bride had served her husband at night, she could bathe and have snacks.But her husband was a weak man who lay down and slept, so naturally he didn't eat this snack.

Jiang He rubbed his arms, feeling even more hungry because he knew he would have to serve tea to the Queen Mother next.After untying the rope, Zhao Zheng did not walk away. He took out a several-foot-long white silk from the end of the bed and handed it to Jiang He.

"What do you mean?" Jiang He asked doubtfully.

Her hair was disheveled, and her face was still tired from not sleeping well.This face is not exquisite, but it gives people a different feeling.

Thinking of her sleep talk last night, Zhao Zheng suddenly felt uncomfortable.

This has never happened before.

He concentrated for a moment to brush away the messy emotions in his heart, and forced himself to say to Jiang He simply: "Smear the blood. This is the method used by the palace to test you."

Jiang He's face turned red instantly.

Nanny had taught her these things before, but she didn't have the extra blood on her body to do this.

"No." Jiang He refused equally neatly, "Whatever they think, I don't care."

Zhao Zheng's expression stiffened for a moment.

Are there any women in this world who don’t care about their reputation?

"Whether Jiang Yuheng is a virgin or not, what does it have to do with me, Jiang He?" Jiang He said again, "Besides, this is not only a test for the bride, but also for you."

Zhao Zheng's face was not only stiff, but also darkened.

He understood what she meant.

Because of his specialness, there were rumors inside and outside the palace that he was incapable of procreating heirs for the royal family.

Sure enough, we should follow the advice of the counselor and find someone who can pretend to be the princess of Qi.But that day, after he heard her curse words and smelled the aroma of old duck porridge in the palace, he made this deal with her through some strange combination of circumstances.

Jiang He had already stood up and walked behind the screen. Zhao Zheng grabbed her arm as she passed by.

Jiang He frowned slightly in pain, but did not beg for mercy.

"Where to go?" he asked.

"Chu Gong, do you want to come together?" Jiang He pursed his lips and looked at him. Although he was much smaller than him, he spoke with a powerful voice.

The hand holding her arm was shaking with anger. Zhao Zheng looked at her and squeezed out one word through his teeth: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)