There are five girls in the British government. The eldest girl got married early, the second girl just got engaged, and the fifth girl Wei Zheng just married into Ruyang Palace a few days ago. Now only the third girl and the fourth girl are waiting in the boudoir. Empress Chen had never met the third girl, Wei Jian, but only the fourth girl, Wei Luo. Now hearing what Zhao Jie said, she immediately opened her eyes in astonishment, and asked with mixed feelings: "Which girl is it?"
Having said that, in fact, I already have a decision in my heart.
Wei Jian, the third daughter of the British government, is not very outstanding. She has met several times at the palace banquet, and her manner is reserved, a little petty... She has no impression, let alone Zhao Jie. However, Wei Luo was different. Wei Luo was Zhao Liuli's companion when she was a child, and later she was Zhao Liuli's good sister. She almost grew up with Liuli since she was a child. Zhao Jie often sees her, takes care of her like a little sister, and sometimes looks at her more when meeting.
Empress Chen felt as if she had knocked over a bottle of five flavors, nervous and apprehensive, is it Wei Luo? Yes, why didn't she think of it before!
Wei Luo is fourteen this year, and she always thought she was eleven or twelve. That little girl brought Liuli a lot of joy every time she entered the palace, she was born delicate and lovely at a young age, her teeth were like braided shells, and her eyes were like mysterious pearls. A small mouth is also very flattering, and she can speak well. If she can be her daughter-in-law, that would be the best...
But Empress Chen thought about it, and was a little worried. What if it wasn't Wei Luo, but the third girl, Wei Jian? She can't tell what her son likes!
Empress Chen pinched her palms to sweat, just waiting for Zhao Jie's answer.
Zhao Liuli on the Luohan bed beside him smiled secretly, just like a little mouse stealing lamp oil, both proud and secretly happy.
Sure enough, Zhao Jie lived up to her expectations, and said slowly, one word at a time: "It's Miss Four, Wei Luo."
For a moment, Empress Chen seemed to hear the sound of a big stone falling from the bottom of her heart, and with a "boom", the ground was startled with dust. Her son really likes Wei Luo... Empress Chen is both happy and complicated. Since when did Zhao Jie fall in love with that little girl? Is it because of Ah Luo that he refuses marriage every time? It's not that Ah Luo has never been to Zhaoyang Palace, and sometimes he would meet Zhao Jie when he came to Zhaoyang Palace, but his son never showed any abnormalities! He could really pretend, since he liked it, why didn't he tell her, and kept it hidden by himself, was he worried that she would eat up Wei Luo
When she thought that she was in a hurry here, and her son had already set her eyes on the little girl, Empress Chen felt a very subtle, careless feeling.
Empress Chen's mood was ups and downs, first she was pleasantly surprised, then complicated, when she suddenly thought of a question, she immediately took a turn for the worse, and asked in panic, "Isn't Ah Luo engaged to be married to Song Hui from the House of Uncle Zhongyi? You like her because you plan to marry her." Uncle Zhongyi’s house can’t be robbed?”
Zhao Liuli took a bite of the emerald jade bean cake, and said to Empress Chen with a smile: "Mother, Ah Luo has already broken off the engagement with Song Hui, don't you know?"
Empress Chen really didn't know.
At this moment Zhao Liuli raised a point, she suddenly opened up, and finally smiled, said yes again and again, and asked Zhao Jie anxiously: "What are you planning? Did you tell the British Duke? Did you tell the emperor? What are they?" manner?"
Zhao Jie said calmly: "I haven't told my father yet. My son intends to obtain the consent of the British Duke first, and then ask my father for a marriage."
"That's fine..." Empress Chen nodded, full of relief. Her son's marriage has been settled, and the problems that have troubled her for so long have been resolved. Could she not be happy? She liked Wei Luo in the first place, but now that Wei Luo has solved her son's lifelong affairs, she has become more and more partial to this little girl. But suddenly something came to mind, and he asked worriedly: "Changsheng, are you nine years older than Ah Luo? You are a little too old, can the British Duke agree? That old stubborn is the most obedient, in case you don't agree when the time comes what to do?"
Zhao Jie sat in the rosewood rose chair, the hand holding the tea paused, "How old is nine?"
Over there, Zhao Liuli swallowed a mouthful of bean cakes, and hurriedly said, "Not much, not much. It's better to be older. Older people know how to love others."
Zhao Jie: "..."
Empress Chen tapped Zhao Liuli's forehead with her fingers, and said helplessly, "Why did you talk to your brother?"
Zhao Liuli covered her forehead, because she was in a good mood, she wasn't even afraid of Zhao Jie anymore, and added to him: "Brother, I was joking just now, don't take it to heart. You are only nine years older than Ah Luo At the age of ten, you are not yet ten years old, you are much older after ten years old, and you are only a little older."
Zhao Jie couldn't bear to listen, so he stood up and said to Empress Chen, "If Empress Mother has nothing else to do, I will go back to the mansion first to prepare."
At this moment, Empress Chen wished that he could marry his daughter-in-law back quickly, so she waved her hand immediately, signaling him to go back, without any intention of keeping her.
After Zhao Jie left, Empress Chen couldn't wait to call Zhao Liuli to her side, squeezed her little face, and deliberately asked with a straight face: "Tell the empress, did you already know?"
Zhao Liuli smiled lightly, slipped into Empress Chen's arms, and denied it flatly: "Why can't I understand what the queen mother said?"
She had a steelyard in her heart, and knew that for the sake of Wei Luo's reputation, she shouldn't tell anything about her and Zhao Jie. So no matter how much Empress Chen pressed her, she shook her head and pretended not to know.
Empress Chen couldn't ask anything from her mouth, so she had to give up in the end.
Coming out of Zhaoyang Hall, Zhao Jie stepped on the narrow path he used to walk.
It was early autumn, and there were luxuriant grasses on both sides of the path, and not far away, a pomegranate tree bloomed fiery red flowers, one by one, gorgeous and gorgeous. Zhao Jie took two steps, stopped suddenly, and then continued on without changing his face. Seeing this, the girl under the tree wearing a peach pink white butterfly and a flowery sleeve shirt hurriedly followed up and blocked his way: "Cousin Jing, do you really like that Wei Luo? You want to propose to the British government, you Want to marry her?"
Zhao Jie stopped, looked at the anxious girl in front of him, settled down, and asked calmly, "It has something to do with you?"
This sentence really hit Gao Danyang hard.
Why has nothing to do with her? Originally, she should be the one who married him, but Wei Luo appeared out of nowhere and took away everything she should have. Just now she was about to go to Zhaoyang Palace to pay respects to Empress Chen, when she went to the door and heard their conversation inside, she didn't go in and stood outside for a while. Did not expect to hear such news!
Zhao Jie really liked Wei Luo, her hunch was correct.
If a man cares so much about a little girl, is there any other possibility if he is not interested in her
All this was obviously expected by Gao Danyang, but he was still shocked when he actually heard Zhao Jie admit it. In addition to being shocked, he was even more unwilling. She didn't think she was inferior to Wei Luo. Back then when she was young, Wei Luo was still a bratty girl. What did Zhao Jie like in her
Gao Danyang raised his head, his eyes were red, and he asked aggrievedly, "What about me?"
When Zhao Jie heard this question, there was no ups and downs in his eyes. His eyes fell into the distance, "Find someone to marry, it is impossible for this king to marry you."
After all, walk around her and walk away.
Gao Danyang hooked his sleeve without giving up, held it tightly in the palm of his hand, and made the biggest concession: "Why not... If Cousin Jing wants to marry Wei Luo, I don't mind being your wife."
This was a decision she made in an instant, without careful consideration, but firm. She was not reconciled to waiting for so many years in vain, her heart had already been tied to Zhao Jie, and she was unwilling to marry anyone. Gein, she had identified him a long time ago, and never thought that she would marry someone else.
Gao Danyang thought his decision was great, but he didn't know that in the eyes of others, he was just being self-indulgent.
Zhao Jie frowned, shook off her hand holding his sleeve, lowered his eyebrows, and said in a cold voice: "You are willing to wrong yourself, but I am not willing to wrong Ah Luo."
Gao Danyang's face turned pale, he was severely humiliated by his words, and froze in place.
Until Zhao Jie gradually walked away, she still stood there blankly.
Behind the pomegranate tree on the side, a girl wearing a sky-blue floral ice gauze shirt with large sleeves walked out, who looked a lot like Gao Danyang.
Gao Qingyang stood beside her, and asked in a calm tone: "Sister, cousin Prince Jing has made it so clear, you just follow the arrangement of your mother and aunt and marry that old Xu Ge's son. I have seen his The portrait looks pretty good...and the character is pretty good too."
Gao Danyang's cheeks were cool, she pressed her eyes with a silk handkerchief, and said in a crying voice: "What do you know... Do you have someone you like? Do you know how uncomfortable I feel? Asking me to marry Xu Ge's son , I might as well become a monk and become an aunt!"
Gao Qingyang was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, "I don't have a crush. But if I had a crush, I wouldn't pursue him so relentlessly. He doesn't like me, so I'll just find another man."
Gao Danyang couldn't listen to her words at all at the moment, watching Zhao Jie's leaving back, tears flowed more and more.
After the summer heat, the weather is finally a little cooler, and I no longer have to hide in the green gauze cupboard all day to enjoy the cool air and sweat profusely.
Wei Luo was very happy.
In a few days it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the British government is busy with preparations for sacrifices and reunion dinners. Mrs. Tai attaches great importance to such a festival, and ordered that no one is allowed to go out that day, and everyone stays at home for the reunion dinner at night. On this day, people from several rooms were called to the Huifeng Hall in the main courtyard to discuss the matters of the day, such as where to set up the dinner party, whether to drink sweet-scented osmanthus or rose wine at the dinner party, where to go to worship the moon for dinner, etc... everything is trivial .
Wei Luo sat on the sidelines doing nothing, basically discussing with a few aunts and Mrs. Tai, while she, Wei Yan, and Wei Yan listened.
Wei Luo and Wei Jian were not very close, and they basically didn't talk.
Fortunately, there is Wei Yan in the middle, Wei Yan is straightforward and talks a lot, so he won't be left alone.
The atmosphere is quite harmonious.
It's just that I don't know how to talk, so I talked about their marriage.
Mrs. Tai looked at the girls sitting on the couch of the Huanghuali imperial concubine opposite, and said earnestly: "Sister Yan will get married after the new year, and the marriage between Yanjian and Ah Luo can't be delayed."
Wei Luo lowered her eyes, held the Rujiao Doucai teacup and said, "Ah Luo is still young, I want to stay with grandma for a few more years."
Mrs. Tai smiled, as if it was very useful.
Wei Jian is older than her, so it should be her turn to wait until Wei Jian gets married. Mrs. Tai took this into consideration, so the topic didn't revolve around her, and she started discussing Wei Jian's marriage with several wives. Wei Jian was listening, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he even raised his eyes in embarrassment.
Wei Luo lowered her head to drink tea, but quietly pricked up her ears, listening to the adults talking.
The third wife, Mrs. Liu, turned her eyes on Wei Luo, and suddenly said, "My natal family has a nephew who just turned sixteen this year. He is about the same age as Ah Luo, and has an honest and honest personality. He is a person worthy of entrusting him for life. I have just passed the Juren examination, and I am preparing to participate in the general examination. If I can win the first prize in the general examination and be favored by the emperor, it will be a great event for the family. If Ah Luo..."
The Liu family gave Wei Luo a large dowry back then, and he still can't forget it, and every time he thinks about it, his heart aches for a while. She thought very simply, if Wei Luo married her nephew, then she would be part of her own family, wouldn't the dowry still go back to her? Not only that, but with Wei Luo's relationship, the British government will definitely help her natal family when the time comes.
The fourth wife, Mrs. Qin, put down her teacup before she could finish speaking and said in disapproval, "Ah Luo is also the first daughter of the British government, and the third sister-in-law's nephew is just a scholar..."
Is it worthy
Even if the second half of the sentence is not spoken, others can understand what it means.
The third lady was poked in the sore spot. Her natal family was in decline, and she had been looked down upon all these years. Now she finally had a nephew who was able to win the exam. Naturally, she wanted to win for herself. "What does the fourth sibling mean by this? So what about a scholar, isn't Song Hui also..."
In the middle of speaking, Liu quickly stopped.
It's a pity that it's too late, Mrs. Tai gouged her out and blamed her for not opening which pot and which pot to carry, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'll talk about this matter later, if your nephew wants to marry a girl from our Duke's mansion, wait for him to pass the exam." Let’s come again after the champion.”
Liu's face became hot, and she quickly bowed her head and said yes.
Wei Luo held the teacup and watched with cold eyes.
When the room was quiet, a maid wearing a green skirt appeared at the door and said, "Mrs. Tai, His Highness Prince Jing is coming to see you."
Mrs. Tai hurriedly put down the work at hand, and asked in surprise: "Prince Jing is here? But do you want to see the Duke? The Duke has just left the house, and I'm afraid he won't be back for a while..."
The servant girl shook her head and said: "His Royal Highness Prince Jing said that he came to see you." After a pause, she continued: "He came to ask for marriage."