A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Jie bought lotus root starch osmanthus cake and came out of Yuhelou.
He walked back to the carriage, raised the curtain, and stooped in. I saw a small person holding a gold and silver silk pillow, looking at him with big black eyes, and a slightly flat mouth, as if complaining that he took too long to go. Zhao Jie's heart suddenly softened, and he put the oiled paper bag containing lotus root flour osmanthus cake on the mother-of-pearl table, scratched her nose and asked, "Is it better?"
Wei Luo still has a stomachache right now, but it's not as severe as it was at first. She looked at the white-glazed blue-and-white porcelain soup cup brought back by Zhao Jie, and asked, "What is this?"
Sitting beside her, Zhao Jie picked up the soup cup and said, "This is the red dates, longan and brown sugar water I asked the kitchen to make. Come, drink it while it's hot."
No wonder he has been away for so long, it turned out that the kitchen made this on purpose. The soup was steaming hot, and it looked like it had just been cooked.
Wei Luo was a little curious, but also a little moved, and couldn't help being coquettish: "Big brother, feed me."
Zhao Jie would never refuse her request, not to mention that he was extremely happy about it. He took a spoonful and brought it to her mouth, "Come."
Wei Luo just drank the soup with his hand, and it was hot in his stomach after drinking it, and he felt much more comfortable than before. She licked the corner of her mouth and said, "It's so sweet."
The pink and tender tip of the tongue swept past his eyes, Zhao Jie's black pupils deepened, he lowered his head to hold her tongue tip, bit it lightly to prevent her from retracting, sucked with relish, and finally agreed: " It's really sweet."
Wei Luo covered her face and stepped back a little bit, glaring at him.
Outside the carriage, the woman wearing a fragrant concubine-colored long-sleeved blouse at the gate of Yuhe Building stared closely at the curtain of the carriage. Even though the curtain was lowered and the scene inside could not be seen, she still did not move. If you observe carefully, you can easily find that her body is trembling slightly, and her eye sockets are gradually turning red.
The tall-nosed and deep-eyed maid next to her called her and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going?"
The carriage gradually walked away, and the woman suddenly came back to her senses. She lowered her eyes to calm down, and smiled with her lips bent: "Let's go."
The carriage turned back along the road and stopped suddenly in the middle of the journey.
Yang Hao said outside: "My lord."
Sitting in the carriage, Zhao Jie just snatched a piece of lotus root starch osmanthus cake from Wei Luo's mouth. He was in a good mood at the moment, and while rubbing the osmanthus crumbs at the corner of Wei Luo's mouth with his thumb, he asked, "What's the matter?"
Yang Hao replied: "There are too many people in front, and the carriage can't pass for the time being. I know another road, but the road is bumpy and difficult, and I'm afraid it will bump the prince and the fourth lady. Why don't you ask the prince and the fourth lady to come down here? Go round to the second street ahead to pick you up."
Wei Luo was not feeling well, so it really shouldn't be too bumpy. Zhao Jie thought for a moment and agreed.
The two got out of the carriage and stood on the street with people coming and going. Yang Hao drove the carriage into a dark alley, and soon disappeared.
Wei Luo was worried about meeting acquaintances, so she insisted on asking Zhao Jie to buy a curtain hat.
Zhao Jie refused, and helplessly patted her head and said, "A Luo, what are you afraid of? Everyone in Shengjing City knows that you are mine."
She choked, unable to refute. In the end, he could only raise his head and retort: "Not yet."
Zhao Jie finally obeyed her, bought a veiled hat from the side of the road and put it on her head, leaned over to tie the veiled ribbon for her and said, "Sooner or later it will be."
After putting on the veiled hat, Wei Luo felt much more at ease, and no longer worried about being discovered by others. She slipped her little hand into Zhao Jie's sleeve, held his hand and walked forward, "Let's go."
Zhao Jie was smiling, seeing her excited little appearance, he couldn't bear to speak out against her.
So what if she wore a veil? Who in the capital will hold hands with him? In the eyes of others, it's just trying to cover up. But since she likes it, he doesn't mind cooperating with her and being a sneaky little lover with her.
Not far ahead is the scene of guessing lantern riddles. Rows of lanterns hang in the middle of the street. No wonder Yang Hao said that this place is difficult to get through. The people who guessed lantern riddles were surrounded by three circles and three circles were tight. Let alone carriages, even people couldn’t pass by. easy! Surrounded by the bustling crowd, Wei Luo could only hide in Zhao Jie's arms as much as possible. Zhao Jie's arm was placed behind her, protecting her firmly, preventing pedestrians from colliding with her.
Even so, accidents still happen.
A few Confucian scholars stood obliquely in front of them, puzzled over a lantern riddle in front of them. I don't know who squeezed who, the lantern fell out of the hands of one of them, and with the wind blowing, it happened to land at Wei Luo's feet. Wei Luo almost stepped on it, stopped quickly, bent down and picked up the lantern.
I saw a row of words pasted on the lantern—"The teaching workshop is a group of dancers. The pink grid."
She looked at it, and read out casually: "Biography of women?"
A man in loose clothes over there came to her and was about to speak, but when he heard her voice, he stopped suddenly and his body froze.
The classmates behind the man suddenly realized, and woke up one after another: "Yes, isn't it "Biography of Women"!"
They are usually familiar with Confucian classics, but they ignore the books that women read, so they didn't guess it for a while. Wei Luo was raised in a deep boudoir, and was often taught by Mr. Xue to read this book more, so that she almost guessed it without thinking too much. She raised her eyes, and was about to return the lantern, when she saw the man standing in front of her, she also froze, her lips pursed, and she almost blurted out to call him "Brother Song Hui".
The person in front of him was Song Hui.
Song Hui went out to socialize with his classmates today, and happened to pass by here on the way home, and a few friends stopped to guess lantern riddles on a whim. He watched from the sidelines, and occasionally made a few remarks. He didn't expect to meet her here... He recognized her even if she was hiding her face. They had been together for so many years, and he remembered everything about her. Voice, body shape and feeling... not to mention Zhao Jie standing beside her, how could he admit his mistake
Wei Luo stretched out his hand to return the lantern in the air, not knowing whether to take it back or continue to hold it.
Fortunately, Song Hui didn't embarrass her, he took the lantern, bent his lips lightly, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, miss."