18. The maiden weeps
The voice is delicate and sweet, with a little milk and a little trembling. Jiang He tightened her Xiaoice hand and slowly brought the turmoil in the capital and the palace little by little.
Qi Sui, the general of Zhenguo, rebelled and stormed the palace in the middle of the night. The 3,000 forbidden troops removed a part that had already been invested in Qi Sui. The rest of the dead were killed, wounded, and some defected.
Emperor Xuande of Great Qi reigned for 20 years, and when he was young, he was quite decisive and worked hard, but since the death of the queen, he was drunk and dreamed of death. In just ten years, the power of the government and the military and government have all been lost unconsciously.
Qi Sui, as the general of Zhenguo, was originally in charge of the power of the Great Qi soldiers and horses, and it was too easy to rebel.
That night, Emperor Xuande was in the queen's Fengming Palace**, and the rest of the princes and princesses were either dead or missing. The harem concubines had a strong oath not to serve the traitors, and they were all forced* to death, and the rest were rewarded by Qi Sui to his subordinates, or taken for his own use.
On the tenth day of Qi Sui's treason, he ascended the throne as the emperor, the country name was Chang, and he called himself the holy β‘β‘ of Dachang.
After Qi Sui's rebellion, princes from all over the country rose up one after another, each acting as his own king. The Central Plains was in dire straits.
Jiaojiao's face was already cold when she heard this, and tears were pouring down, like a mountain stream. No matter how warm the sun is, no matter how soft the wind is, it can't withstand the desolation and pain in my heart.
Jiang He looked distressed, but he pursed the corner of his resolute lips and added, "After Qi Sui ascended the throne, he immediately appointed his sister-in-law Qi Yusheng as the crown prince, gave the noble daughter the crown princess, and gave two side concubines. Now, it should be married. β
Qi Yusheng is Emperor Xuande's son-in-law for Princess Taijiao of Mingyue, and the marriage of Princess Mingyue and Princess Lu is set.
He is still the despicable and shameless little general who does everything he can, and he didn't tell the heartbroken girl in front of him, the crown prince of Daqi, that is, her eldest brother Taiyou, is missing, as far as he knows, he should have escaped.
and her fiancΓ©, after Qi Yusheng knew that Qi Sui had rebelled, he fell out with his biological father on the street, and refused to marry and take a concubine, so Zhenri stayed in the burned palace and looked for her in despair. was beaten hard by Qi Sui, lying on the bed and unable to move.
He wanted to keep her, and he wanted to keep her anyway.
Jiaojiao was already a little unconscious, and she listened to these words, but she didn't seem to have a brain, even if she was crying, she was silent, as if she was listening to someone else's story, and crying was just too deep into the play.
And Jiang He knew that the little hand he was holding was cold to the bone, and it was still trembling slightly. He was distressed, he didn't care about anything else, he took the person into his arms, kissed the top of her hair with dignity, and said softly: "If you want to cry, cry, I'm here." β
Maybe his tone was too gentle, maybe his hard embrace was too reliable, or maybe she couldn't hide her smile anymore.
Jiaojiao grabbed the placket of his shirt as if grasping at the last straw. Wail. It's like a newborn child, without a trace of discipline.
Since that dark night when she couldn't see her fingers, she had lived too depressed. Overnight, she changed from a delicate girl held in the palm of her hand to a well-behaved and sensible adult in the eyes of others.
Worry about your loved ones and fear of the future are pressed deep in your heart. With an impeccable cute smile on his face, he plays a likable role.
Jiang He kept kissing the top of her hair, his arms were tightly wrapped, and a big hand was considerate to her back.
It's just a child, who has encountered such a great disaster, and has ended up here alone. If I don't find her, I don't know what kind of hardship I will have to suffer.
His voice was hoarse, "Cry, cry, just cry." β
cried out all the grievances, all the fears, all the unwillingness and resentment, and he still spoiled her as a pink and delicate little princess in the future. If possible, then he will give her back a country and let her be his noble and pampered little queen.
No matter what kind of liking he likes her, he can't let go. This feeling comes out of nowhere, like an innate instinct. Or a sister, or a wife, he always has to love her well.
Jiaojiao's crying was dark, and she fell asleep unconsciously. When I woke up, I was greeted by warm but not dazzling sunlight, the sky was blue, my body was warm and comfortable. Her mind was blank for a while, and the years were quiet and the scenery was boundless, how good.
You can hear the chirping of sparrows, the sound of the stream flowing slowly under the ice, the sound of crackling, well, the enticing scent......
She didn't want to get up at all, and rolled on the spot, only to realize that she was covered with a man's cotton jacket. Dusty, huge.
There was a muffled laugh next to him, and a deep and powerful voice came, "Since you wake up, come here, and the fish will be fine." β
Jiaojiao struggled to get up, biting her fingers and looking over, it was so fragrant.
Jiang He saw her crying and falling asleep, so he simply put her on the previous robe, and took off the military uniform and cotton jacket on her body to cover her. When he saw a branch, he sharpened it into a harpoon in three or two strokes, and broke the ice and forked two fish up.
This girl is very hungry, she cried a lot, and there is delicious food, maybe she can be in a better mood.
At this time, I saw that she woke up in a daze, her hair was scattered from sleep, her body was still half covered with her own clothes, and her little face was flushed. My heart skipped a beat.
He has always known that she is beautiful and charming, but because she is very childish on weekdays, she also deliberately wraps herself in fat and clumsy cotton clothes to hide, so she always feels that she has not grown up yet.
It's just that at this time, because the begonia wakes up from spring sleep, although it is still immature, but the misty style has made people uncontrollable. A small mass of hands on the ground, ruddy lips biting white fingers, innocently looking over.
The placket on the chest is slightly open, revealing a slender and noble goose neck, as well as a reverie collarbone, moistened by Mama Qi's soup, the figure of the little girl Miaoman is difficult to describe. In this bare field, people ignore her immaturity and only covet the boundless beauty.
He looked away, and his voice was rough and hoarse, "Put on your clothes and come and eat fish." β
Jiaojiao looked down at her clothes, stretched out her little hand to straighten it out, and crawled over hesitantly. At this time, his mind was clear, and he didn't want to be hooked by the aroma of the grilled fish, so he bit his finger and said weakly: "Thank you." β
"It doesn't matter." You really should thank me, otherwise you can't hold it with that charming and gorgeous appearance just now.
Jiaojiao didn't know his dirty thoughts, looked at him and stopped talking, squatting in front of people with her skirt, and asked puzzledly: "Don't you wonder who I am and why I'm crying?" Why don't you ask me? β
"In this troubled world, individuals have their own personal experiences. There is always the most sadness and separation in the joys and sorrows, so why bother asking more to make people sad in vain. Since meeting is fate, it is good to have fellowship and treat each other sincerely in the future. One should look forward, not dwell on the past. β
Jiaojiao looked at him with admiration on her face, full of surprise, and said with a red mouth: "It turns out that those books of yours are not decorations!" β
The beard is rough and uninhibited on the outside, but he didn't expect it to be delicate and inky on the inside.
Jiang He also knew that his appearance was not very good-looking now, and he didn't care about her, handed over a grilled fish, and said in a deep voice: "Although this is not as good as the one I brought you from the restaurant outside last time, it is definitely better than the sparrow you and Song Ge'er roasted, try it?" β
Jiaojiao was not polite, reached out to take it, and smiled sweetly at her: "You are so good." β
Jiang He laughed, and every time he was a little nicer to her, it was this sentence. What an easily satisfying and polite girl. If you don't know, how do you know that this is a princess?
To be honest, Jiang He's craftsmanship is absolutely good, and there are only some wild animals that can be seasoned on it, and the sour and fresh ones are already very delicious.
Jiaojiao was very happy to eat, Jiang He was happy to see it, and he didn't eat it, just looked at it, and picked up the fish and meat for her neatly in his hand. Pick some and stuff them into her rosy and oily little mouth, in exchange for the little girl's grateful sweet smile.
When they returned home, they were waiting for them to eat. Jiaojiao had just eaten two fish by herself, and at this time, looking at the big pig's hand in the coarse porcelain bowl in front of her, she only felt that this world was full of malice.
The old lady's eyes were already eye-catching to see the remaining oil stains on her mouth, and the inconspicuous scorched black of her dress. Hanging eyebrows, he asked Jiaojiao, "Why don't you eat it?" "A wicked mother-in-law who abuses her granddaughter-in-law.
Jiaojiao made a bitter face, and was forced by the old lady's obscenity to pick up the chopsticks and poke the stewed crispy pig hand little by little. A pair of big watery eyes looked at Jiang He from time to time, and they were full of pleading.
Jiang He also knew that she couldn't eat it, although it was very refreshing for the little girl to rely on herself, but she still couldn't bear to embarrass her. brought the bowl in front of her, first put a large piece into the old lady's bowl, and said lightly: "She can't eat today, grandmother eats." β
Jiang Song immediately shouted when he heard this, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Big brother, are you opening a small stove for her again, I saw it when she went to throw fish bones last time, but the smell of a pack of fish bones is gluttonous." β
He glared at Jiaojiao angrily and said complainingly: "I think about you for any good thing, and you actually eat it secretly, hum!" β
The old lady and Mama Qi smiled and bent their eyes, and took a piece of pig's hand skin and rudely stuffed it into Jiang Song's mouth. Jiang Song immediately smiled, chewing heavily.
Wangqiu took a spoon and scooped a spoonful of pork knuckle soup, and slowly ate the piece of tender meat that Mama Qi had just sandwiched. A pair of peach blossom eyes swept over Jiang He, who was eating with a black face, and Jiaojiao, who was smirking.
After taking a sip of the fragrant aroma, Wangqiu asked with a smile: "There are too many people today, and I haven't been an outsider, I don't know what happened to Xinghua?" β
The old lady was a little embarrassed when she heard this, and she didn't want to talk about it. It was Mama Qi, who sighed and said, "Oh, it's a sin, a good girl doesn't study well, and it is thanks to Sister-in-law Liao who went early." It is said that good people don't live long, but in fact, this is not God's love for good people. I don't know what to do when I close my eyes and kick my legs, so I don't have to worry about it. β
Jiang Song saw that there was not much meat on the pig's hands, so he pulled the last piece of lean meat hanging on it into the old lady's bowl. I took the pig's hand with only bones left in my hand and sizzled, and said in disgust: "Hmph, they are not good people, and they have to help her daughter splash dirty water on my eldest brother when she is dying." β
"She can't help it, it's not a big deal, mothers always have to think about their children." Mama Qi didn't have much complaints about Sister-in-law Liao. They have lived in the neighborhood for so many years, and people die like lights going out, and since then they only remember her good, but they don't want to care about the bad.
Jiaojiao was also curious about what the final outcome of the apricot blossom would look like, and she was sitting precariously holding a small tea bowl and drinking it slowly, listening attentively with big eyes.
Mama Qi simply put the rice bowl on the table, her eyebrows were full of entanglement and incomprehension, as if the apricot blossom method was too shocking and unreasonable.