tscritgtJingguo Imperial City, Qiankun Palace, it was raining heavily at night.
Emperor Jingyang's hair was stained with thick ink, and he made a circle on the memorial.
Jiao He was waiting on the side.
The maid held a cup of ginseng tea, handed it to Jiao He, and silently withdrew.
"Long live, have a cup of tea, it's getting very late, don't let yourself get exhausted."
Jiao He was handsome with white skin and a good posture.
If he wasn't a eunuch, he would be the man who would fall in love with the daughters of many princes and nobles.
Emperor Jingyang put down the wolf hair lightly and took a sip of ginseng tea.
He suddenly realized that today's tea was more bitter than before, "Even this tea is bitter.
I really don't worry about it."
As soon as he said this, the maid standing aside knelt on the ground and said in panic, "This slave deserves to die."
Emperor Jingyang half-squinted his eyes and waved his hands.
Jiao He naturally understood what he meant, and said calmly to the maid, "Go down, I don't blame you."
The moment the maid left the house, a burst of thunder flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire Qiankun Palace as if it were daytime.
Thin raindrops woven diagonally into a dense net, rushing into the house.
"What time is it?"
Emperor Jingyang leaned lazily on the dragon chair.
"It's already Haishi.
Your Majesty's dragon body is in a hurry.
It's time to rest."
Jiao He replied unhurriedly from the side, but his eyes were extremely concerned.
"Japanese rebellion is rampant in the south, and the people are in dire straits.
There is a severe drought in the north, and people from all over the country are asking the court for food relief.
I feel bad when I think of the people in the border areas suffering from war and hunger."
Jiao He lowered his eyebrows slightly, then turned to smile and said, "Your Majesty cares about the world, which is a blessing to all people.
God will bless Jingguo."
"Okay, there's no one else here, who are you trying to flatter?"
Emperor Jingyang raised his lips slightly, stood up slowly, rubbed his sore eyes, stood up and walked out.
"Your Majesty, I have a plan to resolve the chaos in the Southern Japan."
Jiao He stood still on the spot, his cherry red lips moving slowly.
Emperor Jingyang stopped, his eyes full of doubts, and asked sideways, "Ai Qing, what's your plan?"
"The fourth prince of the Wu Kingdom."
Jiao He said calmly, with endless whirlpools rolling in his eyes, "The fourth prince wants to use troops to seize power.
This is a good opportunity."
"Although Wu State and Jing State are adjacent to each other, they have been living in harmony for thousands of years.
If we forcibly interfere with their seizure of power, it will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among the Wu State royal family, and how sure are we of seizing power?"
Emperor Jingyang frowned Frowning, he said, "One more thing is worse than one less thing.
The two countries know each other's needs and have been in peace for many years.
It's better not to hurt the harmony.
The people will be the ones who suffer."
"Your Majesty, this is wrong.
Although Wu and Jing are friendly countries, over the years, our country has paid tribute to Wu and sent princesses to get married.
In the final analysis, it was because of Wu Qiang and Jingruo when the late emperor was still alive. , Now if we help the fourth prince to seize power successfully, then."
As he spoke, a hint of cunning appeared in Jiao He's eyes.
Emperor Jingyang was not stupid.
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He naturally understood the cunning in Jiao He's eyes.
He paused for a while and then said calmly, "This Zhao Zhi is the son of Madam Wu Guo.
Madam is also the biological sister of Queen Wanqing.
Speaking of which, , this Zhao Zhi is also my nephew."
"That's right.
If one day, Zhao Zhi takes over the whole world of Wu Kingdom, he will definitely miss his old friendship.
Your Majesty will be the only one who respects you and bows his head as a minister."
Jiao He's eyes revealed a hint of coldness, and he turned to smile, "I heard that there is someone in Yunzhou City of Wu Kingdom.
The brave Meng family army is the natural enemy of the Southern Japanese.
If we send troops to help Zhao Zhi, then how can Zhao Zhi refuse to help Jingguo eliminate the troubles of the Southern Japanese?"
The sound of rain outside the window became more rapid, gradually became heavy, and surged down through the window lattice, like an iron horse with a strong murderous intent, making Emperor Jingyang unable to breathe.
The two of them stood in silence in the Qiankun Palace for a long time.
The sound of rain suddenly stopped, and a few frogs croaked, making the silence even more chilling.
"So Jiao Aiqing thinks, how can he restrain Zhao Zhi and restrain the Meng family army quietly?"
Emperor Jingyang stood in the palace, motionless, his voice was as low as a Shuqin.
"Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauties, and slaves believe that making a marriage will show friendship, and sending troops will show justice."
Jiao He's eyes were faintly cold in the candlelight, "Your Majesty, kings of the ages, what you need between success and failure is courage.
These four princes are young, but they are very profound.
They are modest, but they are also wise and cold.
If " Before Jiao He could finish speaking, Emperor Jingyang waved his hand with no expression on his face.
Jiao He did not dare to say any more.
Emperor Jingyang sat on the dragon chair again, supported him with one hand, and said softly, "Promise, I am Princess Jingguo.
There is only one Princess Jingchun who is still of marriageable age.
In these years, I have never dared to choose from the daughters of the palace ladies.
I chose marriage because I was afraid that the queen would be sad."
Jiao He's calm face twitched, and then he regained his composure in an instant, "Your Majesty, Princess Jingyang, who was taken away by the rebels eighteen years ago, has not been found yet.
I'm afraid your Majesty will give her a dragon body." " Emperor Jingyang sighed deeply, his eyes full of light mist, "It has been eighteen years, and my eldest princess is somewhere.
It's all my fault for being careless at the time.
I didn't expect Mo Yu to be so vicious and cruel."
Even the infant would not be spared.
I often think that if she were still in this world, she would be in a lovely state."
Jiao He did not respond to Emperor Jingyang, but just stood aside, holding a fly whisk in his hand, which was faintly visible.
His fingertips turned white.
There was no wave on his face, but his heart was rolling like a mountain of knives and a sea of fire.
"So this recipe is very good, but the princess's marriage is really troublesome."
Emperor Jingyang lowered his head, almost irritably, and waved his hands, "Send me back to the palace to rest.
In a few hours, it will be time to go to court again."
It took Jiao He a while to calm down, and he supported Emperor Jingyang's body, which was a little hot at the moment, back to the palace.
He ordered people to check the mosquito coils three times in the morning, noon and evening, and the cooling herbs were not fully prepared.
The sounds and images of "Fighting against the Japanese Princess Jingchun" over and over again burst out in Emperor Jingyang's mind.
The burden of being a king made him dare not relax every day.
Jiao He served Emperor Jingyang and sent the accompanying maid to take care of Emperor Jingyang.
Then he walked in a hurry and disappeared at the end of the deep palace.
Dozens of candles as thick as a child's arm illuminated the Warm Heart Pavilion.
Queen Wanqing gently pinched the lychees and silently stuffed them into her little cherry lips.
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She looked outside the house where the heavy rain had stopped and couldn't help but sigh, " With such heavy rain, I’m afraid it won’t come today.”
Just as he was thinking about it, he remembered the buzzing sound of knocking on the door outside.
Zhao Wanqing was very happy.
She didn't even bother to dress up and wash up.
She went straight to the window and stood there, whispering, "The pain will last forever."
The sound of a urn coming from outside the window said, "The soul of the dream cannot reach Guanshan Ridge."
Zhao Wanqing was overjoyed and held her hands on the window lattice.
Familiar faces, familiar faces, familiar faces, and some that shouldn't be familiar, all appeared, "Why are you so late today?"
"I discussed some things with the emperor, and I don't dare to delay the mistake."
Jiao He silently got out of the car, sat down on the bed, and rubbed Zhao Wanqing's skin as white as snow with a pair of slender fingers, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"Waiting for you."
Zhao Wanqing's eyes were firm.
"Don't worry, I won't make you wait too late."
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