MTL - Peach Blossom-Chapter 81

In the spring of the first year of Xian'an, the rain was continuous.

Many places are trapped in floods. The land of Han was better. The king of Han was reminded by his ministers last winter to levy corvée, build ditches, and dredge rivers. Although the fields accumulated rain, they could be dredged for a while so that the growth of the seedlings would not be affected.

Even so, the King of Han was still very busy, leading a group of ministers to discuss how to deal with the disaster every day. The original plan with Jun Yao to go back to Xishan was only delayed. Fortunately, Jun Yao was not in a hurry and stayed in the palace with peace of mind.

The wet clothes soaked his body, and the spring cold penetrated into the texture. The king of Han's face was pale from the cold, and he was still saying to his ministers: "Isn't the river dredged in the last winter? Why can't the water in the fields be dredged out?"

Daihe is located in the territory of Daidi, and it is the fief of the king of Dai.

Han Wang was silent for a while, showing he was at a loss, not knowing how to deal with it.

The minister said again: "His Royal Highness should repair a book and send it to the palace of the king. Please urge the king to urge this matter."

Han Wang nodded.

In front of it is the Han King's bedroom, and the vassals still have something to report, so they did not retreat, they followed Han King all the way, and talked all the way, Han King also listened carefully. After all, she has been in the country for less than a year, and many things are unfamiliar, so she needs to learn with an open mind.

Walking to the outside of the bedroom, I suddenly saw a figure waiting in front of the hall. The tensed little face of the King of Han immediately stretched out, his eyes kept fixed on the man, with a tangled look on his face, "I really want to run to A Yao's side, but I have a servant to maintain my dignity."

Jun Yao couldn't help feeling distressed when she saw her soaking wet, and seeing the tangled expression of His Highness, it was funny again. But he never greeted her, and just waited for her in front of the door.

Your Highness noticed that His Highness’s attention had shifted, and following her gaze, he saw a dignified and slender woman standing in front of the Palace, His Highness secretly said a disrespect. He hurriedly stood up, bowed to the King of Han, and said to retire.

The King of Han was wounded by an arrow last year, and his vassals were concerned, fearing that His Highness would catch a cold and the old wound would recur, so they urged her to return to the palace. The King of Han was also afraid that he would suffer from the cold and it would be troublesome to delay the medical treatment, so he did not refuse and returned to the palace alone.

"It has been used. Where's Your Highness?" Jun Yao brought her into the hall, and the maid had already gone to get a change of clothes.

Han Wang shook his head, showing a sad look: "The surrounding counties are not very good, and if the rain can't be dredged, it will be flooded. I can't eat it."

Jun Yao took off her robe for her and said, "No matter how worried you are, Your Highness can't go without meals."

Well, Ayao is right. The King of Han understood, but he was still not very happy.

Jun Yao ordered her to take a bath quickly to wash away the cold air.

Han Wang is busy.

When she came back from bathing, there was a meal in the hall, all hot dishes, in this rainy day, teach people to move their index fingers. The King of Han felt hungry and sat beside the food table obediently. Jun Yao personally scooped a bowl of soup for her. The soup is crucian carp soup. The soup is pure white, steaming hot, and there are a few chili peppers in it. It smells very appetizing.

The King of Han and Jun Yao thanked Jun Yao, took it, and asked to drink.

Han Wang was startled, then stopped, looked up at him, saw the state of the country, he panicked for no reason, and asked: "What's wrong?"

The voice of the minister of state was as far away as the sky, falling in the ears of the king of Han, almost indistinguishable, but every word hit the king of Han clearly and clearly.

"His Royal Highness Princess, passed away."

There was a thunder in the sky, followed by a series of dull echoes.

The rolling spring thunder, alarming the mountains and rivers.

Han Wang's face turned pale, she sat up straight and stared at the prime minister, who was lying on the ground, still replying: "Your majesty, on the grounds of chaos in government, killed the eldest princess, middle…"

She twitched her lips and said, "Entering Beijing..."

The Prime Minister suddenly raised his head: "No!"

The little Highness who is most willing to listen to the advice of his ministers on weekdays seems to have not heard, and still says: "The widow is going to Beijing..."

"Your Highness!" Thinking about the future is the way to go, how can you be a child and only care about mourning?"

Han Wang moved his eyes to his face and muttered: "The way forward?"

The Minister of State hurriedly nodded: "In the past, the eldest princess was dealing with the court, and the kings had different opinions and did not dare to be arrogant, so His Royal Highness was able to sleep on a high pillow. It's gone!"

The world is going to change, Han Wang should think about the way forward, and can no longer live ignorantly. The prime minister looked at the king of Han with sorrow. The King of Han was at a loss: "If I don't enter the capital, how will my sister's coffin be placed?"

The eldest princess has no queen, who will preside over her funeral ceremony? The Son of Heaven placed a charge on her, how can her honor be maintained?

The Minister of State sighed, knowing that His Highness must not listen to anything at this time.

I think so.

He served His Royal Highness all the way, and he understood that the eldest princess and His Highness seemed to be estranged, but in fact, when His Highness was in Beijing, every time His Highness was in trouble, the eldest princess' mansion took care of him, and the eldest princess never Threatened by human affection, he ordered His Highness to do something for her, but he just treated him as a younger brother and took care of him after he took care of him.

The prime minister looked at Jun Yao, and Jun Yao nodded slightly at him. The Prime Minister bowed and walked out.

Han Wang stood there, at a loss.

Jun Yao walked to her side, was silent, and comforted her softly: "It will take a month for the obituary to reach Han, and it has been a month since Her Royal Highness the eldest princess passed away, and the funeral ceremony should be over. When it's over, Your Highness Ai Rong, the only thing you can do is to give it back in the future. Even if Your Highness returns to Beijing, it will not help."

This sentence is not helpful, which makes the Han king come from it. Tears kept falling, she looked up at Jun Yao, and choked up: "Before I left Beijing, my sister came to say goodbye. I said I wanted to help her... but I didn't do anything."

If she wasn't so useless, and could correspond with my sister inside and outside, Dewen wouldn't dare to start. When King Han thought about it, from grief to self-blame, the tears became more and more severe.

Jun Yao sighed, how could there be so many ifs. The eldest princess is powerful and has the ability to influence the situation. The kings feel that she is in the way, and the emperor who is eager to be independent finds her an eyesore. She is loyal and has no self-reliance. This will end sooner or later.

The more Han Wang thought about it, the more he blamed himself. Jun Yao did not persuade her.

As far as mortals are concerned, any fault in this world can be made up, only the difference between life and death cannot be made up. When people go, they go, no matter how regretful they are, there is nothing they can do.

The King of Han did not know anything either. She knew that if she insisted on entering the capital, she would not be able to get out. The emperor would even dare to kill the eldest princess, not to mention her.

Because of this, the king of Han felt deeply that he was incompetent. Before the eldest princess was alive, she could not help her, and after she went, she did not dare to go to Beijing to toast her with a glass of wine.

This sadness and self-blame, combined with the cold, caused the Han king to have a fever that night.

The Minister of State was in a hurry. His Highness has always been healthy and has never been ill. When he fell ill, he was menacing and worried. The DPRK is very difficult, and the people are on the verge of flooding. At this juncture, His Highness will not be sick.

The Minister of State led the doctor hurriedly to the palace of the King of Han. Fortunately, Jun Yao was there and stopped the doctor from the palace. The prime minister could not resist, and knew that the king of Han was injured by an arrow last year, and it was Junyao who healed him.

Jun Yao had dealt with the minister of state and entered the palace again.

Han Wang was lying on the couch with his eyes closed. Jun Yao sat beside her, Zijin found her little hand under the quilt, held it in the palm, and the spiritual power flowed from the palm to the King of Han's body, warding off the cold for her, and protecting her heart, so that His Highness would not grieve too much.

The rain is still falling, in the palace of the Han Dynasty, in front of the steps.

The sound of rain can be heard and disturbed. King Han was stupefied by the burning, and only felt that A Yao was very comfortable holding her hand. She tried her best to open her eyes and wanted to call Junyao, but before she opened her mouth, she remembered the death of the eldest princess, and was deeply saddened.

"A Yao." she called.

Jun Yao agreed, didn't say anything else, just looked at King Han.

Han Wang burst into tears, but he did not speak, but he thought in his heart, Sister A is gone, she has only A Yao.