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Chapter 40 A justifiable identity
Give it neatly?
Looking at Jiang Ben's appearance in front of him, I am afraid that even their daughter will be snatched away by Jiang Ben.

The temptation to return to Qi was too great, which made the chubby young man sweat profusely.

But, how to give it?

Jiang He is a person, not an object.

She is now Zhao Zheng's queen, not someone else's wife.

The hall was silent for a long time. Finally, while Jiang Ben was swaying impatiently, the envoy of Qi State spoke.

"What we can give is an identity."

Yes, an identity, a legitimate identity.

This is what Zhao Zheng needs most now.

Hawthorn and Shouwu Decoction is just a medicinal diet. If you want to soothe your body after being hungry for a long time, you need to make some warm and tonic food.

Jiang He shuttled around the small kitchen of Zhiyang Palace. In her hands, the ingredients were marinated or cut and cooked, and the alluring aroma gradually emitted.

Soak the mutton, chop and blanch, add radish cubes and stew in water, then season with salt to make mutton soup; soak the soybeans until soft and pour into the chicken soup to cook, add cane juice, cinnamon and star anise to bring out the fragrance; add yam, red dates, and millet porridge, Then cut some white fungus stems and remove them; finally, there are tender leek and egg cartons, which are sandwiched with iron sheets and grilled until they are caramelized.

The palace maid took the food away, but Jiang He stood in the kitchen, unbuttoning his shirt and lowering his sleeves, looking a little lost in thought.

Her father taught her cooking and taught her to be focused while cooking, but when the fire in the stove went out, she had to think of the scene an hour ago.

His condescending kiss, the possessive look in his eyes.

What happened to Zhao Zheng?
Perhaps Wei Ji's arrival challenged his authority, or perhaps the approaching separation made him lose control. In short, he became unusual.

From last night to today, he is no longer the person Jiang He knew.

When the smoke and dust dispersed in the kitchen, a butterfly flew over and landed on the wooden ladle for scooping water. It stayed there for a long time.

Jiang He also felt like a butterfly was fluttering its wings in her heart. Although the gentle wind was subtle, it was all-pervasive, causing her to lose her direction for a moment.

This meal is a way to thank him for yesterday's rescue.

Jiang He shook his head suddenly.

Her movement frightened away the butterflies, as well as the momentary struggle in her heart.

In these troubled times, everyone has something to do.

Zhao Zhengyou, so he expanded his territory.

Wei Ji has it, so he is invincible.

She has it too, so she can't fall into delusion and stay here.

Jiang He stepped out.

The woman opposite looked normal, drinking soup quietly, chewing meat quietly, eating beans quietly, and chewed another piece of meat.

Her ease reassured Zhao Zheng a little.

He was originally worried that Jiang He would be so angry that he wouldn't come to eat, but he didn't expect that he still cooked delicious food. After he waited for a stick of incense, it finally arrived.

The mutton was soft and glutinous, and the soybeans were sweet and fragrant. Zhao Zheng chewed slowly, but he didn't know how to talk to Jiang He.

That kiss changed something between them.

She was still the same person, but she became cautious and restless.

It seems that I owe her a lot, I don't know whether to apologize or make up for it, I don't know whether to be tough or soft.

Jiang He put down his wooden spoon after finishing his meal, raised his head and said, "Has your majesty finished your meal? Can I please leave first?"

His voice was respectful and distant, and his eyes didn't even stay on Zhao Zheng's face.

Zong Jun, who was standing by the side, quickly leaned over and raised his hand so that Jiang He could hold his arm and stand up.

Before Zhao Zheng could answer, Jiang He straightened his clothes and walked out.

The red dates he held in his chopsticks were gently put down without putting them in his mouth.

"Her Royal Highness took a small bundle and went to sit under the laurel tree."

Faced with Zhao Zheng's questioning gaze, Zongjun, who returned, reported.

Have you read the letter again?

Every time she read the letter under the tree, it seemed that every time she read the letter, it was after they had quarreled.

There was a heavy shadow in Zhao Zheng's eyes. The dishes on the table were fragrant, but he no longer had any appetite.

Jiang He had been timid about opening these letters for a long time because he was worried about reading bad news about his father in Wei Ji's letters.

Now that she knew her father was safe, she decided to read all the letters.

Pieces of silk were filled with his concern and greetings, and occasionally he would talk about what happened at that time.

Because Jiang He never replied to the letter, Wei Ji was worried that the letter he sent would fall into the hands of others, and many key information was vague.

For example, in one letter he said that within a month, something would happen that would make Jiang He very happy.

Jiang He guessed that maybe Wei Ji got the news about his father.

But there were no letters from him for three months after that. When he wrote again, he said that he had been feeling unwell some time ago and now he could finally write.

Jiang He's heart tightened.

What kind of physical discomfort would prevent him from writing for three months?

He must have discovered his father and was injured during the rescue.In later letters, Wei Ji no longer mentioned searching for his father.

He talked about the situation in the world, the worries about Wei, the ambitions of Yong, and the spring flowers and autumn moon.

He said: "Xiaohe, it would be great if there were no more wars in the world and the people were peaceful."

He said: "Xiaohe, you should have grown hairpin by now. I made a bone flute for you as a gift. Its sound is melodious and graceful, like the sound of a crane singing Jiugao."

He said: "Xiaohe, I bought a house for you. The biggest advantage of that house is that there is a Metasequoia tree in the courtyard that you like."

At the end of each letter, he said: "Read it."

The sweet sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms in autumn flew up and fell on Jiang He's hair, collar and silk silks filled with words.

This overwhelming affection made her sigh softly.

Until late that night, Jiang He had not returned to his dormitory.

Li Wenzhou conveyed her words and said that he was staying in a side hall for fear of touching His Majesty's wounds in his sleep.

Jiang He's sleeping posture was indeed very bad. He had to roll over many times a night.Because I slept next to the bed, I once dropped it on the floor while talking in my sleep.

Zhao Zheng once carried her to bed, pulled up the brocade quilt for her countless times, and once saw her collarbone loosened and exposed, and his heart beat like thunder as he tossed and turned.

But now, all this is gone.

This moment of warmth gained through coercion will end with the capture of Yong's spies.

Without asking, Zhao Zheng could guess that Jiang He wanted to leave after the Jiuwei Mountain Festival.

Perhaps the reluctant stay these few days was because he was bitten by poison that day and felt bad about it.

In the two days before the festival, Zhao Zheng and Jiang He were strangers.

Zhao Zheng knew what Jiang He was doing.

She directed Zongjun to sell the things in the private treasury and exchange them for gold cakes. She bought purple-red clothes and made several sets of narrow-sleeved dark clothes for the women of Qi State. She hid the letters and took them out of the palace during the festival. In the dowry, she stroked the auspicious beasts in the palace again to confirm that there was no gold left.

The chamberlain brought news about Jiang He, everything was detailed.

Zhao Zheng said every time: "How about becoming the queen? Don't tell the queen mother, and don't stop me."

In fact, in the entire Dayong Palace, he was the one who wanted to stop Jiang He the most.

Zhao Zheng is also very busy.

This festival brings together seven countries for the first time. In addition to protecting the safety of each country's missions, Yong Guo also needs to pay attention to the troubles among them.

In addition to these, preparations for the war after the festival are also being made quietly.

The Yong State had strong generals and good soldiers, and they also created the strategy of "farming and war".On weekdays, soldiers plowed the fields, but once war broke out, they were reorganized into the army.Therefore, there is no shortage of soldiers in Yong State.

Yong State also has a wealthy Shu county, which is the granary of the world and has enough food to cope with the war.Therefore, there is no shortage of food in Yong State.

Since Zhao Zheng was in charge, he discussed with the civil servants and generals to attack Han Wei and then capture Zhao Yan.But these countries are all in the north, and Shu County is quite far away from Guanzhong.

If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.

Transporting grain and grass from south to north is a long way, which is not conducive to fighting.

What about Guanzhong?
Unfortunately, Guanzhong is suffering from drought all year round, and the food is only enough for the army and the people, and the government rarely has food in stock.

The issue of food and grass was unresolved, so Zhao Zheng could not send troops.

However, just one day before the festival, the Korean monarch entered the palace again and delivered a good strategy to solve the drought problem in Guanzhong.

Repair the canal.

The three-foot-long silk fabric was unfolded, with winding and undulating patterns embroidered with landscape patterns.

On top of the landscape texture, a channel of water is carefully outlined with silver lines.

This canal diverts Jingshui in the west and Luoshui in the east. It is more than 300 miles long and irrigates the Guanzhong Plain.

Zhao Zheng looked at the silver thread, and his heart surged for a moment.

A good strategy to solve the problem of saline-alkali drought in Guanzhong land appeared effortlessly!

If there are no more bad years in the fertile fields of Guanzhong, the iron hooves of the Yong army will be able to trample Yan in the north and kill the barbarians in the south.

But, is this a good strategy or a conspiracy?
To embroider this simple line, one needs to know the map of Yong Kingdom, be able to explore hydrology, understand the creation of heaven and earth, and even have skilled craftsmen.

South Korea's talent is withered and it is absolutely impossible for it to offer such a strategy.

It was Wei Ji, it could only be him.

The excited ministers left in front of the palace gate.

Zhao Zheng held the canal repair plan in his hand and found Jiang He under the osmanthus tree.

She sat quietly, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The palace lantern gilded her dark blue clothes with a layer of gold.

"Jiang He," Zhao Zheng called her, "come and take a look at this."

He threw the canal repair plan to Jiang He and sat on the ground with her.

Jiang He unfolded the picture in slight surprise, and the maid serving at the foot of the steps immediately approached with a lantern.

"It's Qu." After a brief moment of surprise, she nodded. "It was the canal that Wei Ji wanted Yong Guo to build," Zhao Zheng turned to look at Jiang He with a cold expression on his lips, "I just want to ask you, can this canal be repaired?"

(End of this chapter)