Who is this
Wei Luo clutched her nose, thinking puzzledly. At this time, everyone is attending the banquet in the Ronghua Palace, so no one should come here. She saw that this person was wearing an exotic Hu suit, and his appearance was very different from that of the people from the Central Plains. Thinking about the protagonist of today's palace banquet, she could vaguely guess the identity of this person.
The one who can walk around the palace banquet and is relatively young should be Wu Rong's fourth prince, right
Thinking of this, she hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether she should stand up and salute, or pretend not to know his identity and continue to sit down. And she doesn't like the look in this person's eyes, it's too revealing, doesn't know how to restrain himself, like a man-eating beast.
Wei Luo finally decided to pretend not to know him, took out a juan handkerchief, and wiped his nosebleed with his head raised. The movements were calm and skillful, without any panic.
Wan Teng really looked at her leisurely, this was the first time meeting a woman in this way.
The other party was bleeding from the nose, looking embarrassed and pitiful, he actually thought it was a little cute.
This woman is more beautiful than the dancers in Ronghua Palace, with black hair and snow skin, bright eyes and white teeth, and a small face the size of a palm is delicate and clear. Her pink lips were flattened, delicate and charming. A trace of surprise flashed across Wan Chengzhen's eyes, do all the women in the Central Plains look like this? Just looking at it makes people want to possess it.
What is her relationship with Zhao Jie? Zhao Jie was cold and unfeeling, and when he faced her just now, his expression showed anxiety. It seemed that she was very important to Zhao Jie. After thinking about it, she felt understandable. Who wouldn't want to cherish such a beautiful little beauty
Wan Chengzhen opened his mouth to speak, but saw the little girl shouting behind him: "Big brother!"
Zhao Jie walked out from behind Wan Chengzhen, his brows were slightly frowned, and his expression was not very good-looking. He didn't say hello to Wan Chengzhen, and sat next to Wei Luo, and put a sweat towel wet with cold water on her forehead, "Why are you sitting up?"
Wei Luo lay back on the couch again, grabbed his sleeve and said, "I thought you were back just now."
Zhao Jie was silent, turned his head to look behind him, and asked coldly, "Why is the fourth prince here?"
Wan Chengzhen had seen enough, and finally it was his turn to play. He walked in from the door calmly, leaning against the lacquered gold pillars embossed with cloud and dragon patterns in the building, his meaningful eyes lingered on Wei Luo and Zhao Jie, smiled and said: "Seeing His Royal Highness Prince Jing's expression is in a hurry, what are you doing?" I thought you were afraid of the riding and archery competition in the future, so I wanted to come and enlighten you. I didn't expect that this king would be wrong and disturb the good things of King Jing." The conversation changed, and he asked Wei Luo, "I don't know who this is. ?”
I have to say, what he said was really arrogant, as if he was sure that he would win. Where did he come to enlighten, he was clearly here to provoke.
Zhao Jie's face remained unchanged, his phoenix eyes were calm, and he did not respond to his words.
Originally, who wouldn't be a hero verbally? At the critical moment, we still have to rely on our true skills. He disdains to be as knowledgeable as him, who wins and loses can only be seen in the riding and archery competition.
Zhao Jie didn't mind Wan Teng's provocation, but it didn't mean he didn't mind him sizing up Wei Luo unscrupulously. Zhao Jie said: "Is the fourth prince very interested in this king's concubine?"
Wan Chengzhen was slightly surprised when he heard the words.
He heard that Prince Jing, the second prince of Daliang, has not yet married and is alone. How could he have a concubine so soon? And that little girl looks young, at most fourteen or fifteen years old, why is Zhao Jie already twenty-five, isn't this old cow eating young grass? Or is it that the Han people like this
Thinking about it, Wan Chengzhen clasped his fists pretending to be suddenly enlightened and said, "So it's Princess Jing, forgive me for being rude."
Wei Luo ignored him.
Not long after, Zhao Liuli and the imperial physician rushed over. The imperial physician put down the medicine box and came to Wei Luo to check the situation. Fortunately, her nosebleed had stopped quite a bit at this time, and it was not as severe as it was at the beginning. The imperial doctor took a few ice cubes and applied them to her forehead, and put a ball of cotton into her mouth against her upper gums. In this way, the nosebleed finally completely stopped.
The imperial doctor told her while packing up her things: "Miss Wei Si doesn't need to nourish her body, it's better to eat less things like longan in the future."
Wei Luo nodded resentfully.
Sitting beside her, Zhao Liuli wiped the blood on her chin guiltily, and apologized, "Ah Luo, it's all my fault... If I knew you couldn't bear tonic, I wouldn't let you drink that bowl of soup."
Anyway, it's all over, Wei Luo didn't mean to blame Zhao Liuli, after all, she also had good intentions. Wei Luo lost a lot of blood today, unable to cheer up, said weakly, "Forget it, as long as you don't want to give me blood again."
Not to mention, Zhao Liuli really had this idea, she was just thinking about giving Wei Luo some blood-enriching food. When Wei Luo said this, he felt a little guilty. Even so, she still didn't stop thinking, and privately asked the maid to take a lot of Polygonum multiflorum, Codonopsis pilosula, etc., and quietly put them into the carriage of the British government. By the time Wei Luo found out, it was already too late.
The movement at Xinyan Tower alarmed many people, and after a while Wei Changhong, Liang Yurong and others rushed over.
Liang Yurong was worried at first, but seeing that she was fine, she felt relieved a little.
At this time, the palace banquet was not over yet, and Wei Luo couldn't go back, so Zhao Liuli vacated the side hall beside Chenhua Palace for her to rest. Wei Changhong personally carried Wei Luo to the side hall of the Chenhua Palace, carefully placed her on the bed, covered her with a brocade quilt, "A Luo, rest well, and I will call you after the palace banquet is over."
Wei Luo gave a soft "um" and closed her eyes.
Wei Changhong was vigilant, and in order to take care of Wei Luo's safety, he stood by the side every step of the way. Even Zhao Liuli couldn't do it if he wanted to see Wei Luo, let alone Zhao Jie.
He sat on the red sandalwood embroidered pier next to the bed, and the old god was there.
Not long after, a palace official dressed in crimson and purple came into the side hall, saluted Wei Changhong and said, "Young Master Wei, the Duke of the State has something to ask for you, please go to the Ronghua Hall."
Wei Changhong asked, "What's the matter?"
The palace man shook his head, expressing his ignorance.
He had no choice but to get up, tuck the quilt up for Wei Luo before leaving.
After Chang Hong left, Zhao Jie stood behind a fan of rosewood magpie climbing branches, and was about to go in to check on Wei Luo's situation, but unexpectedly, there was someone who moved faster than him.
Gao Danyang changed his clothes and did not leave the palace, but stayed in Qingxi Palace to rest. She is Empress Chen's niece, and she usually stayed in Qingxi Palace to rest, so the palace people here are used to it and don't say anything. When she learned that Wei Luo was also here, she couldn't hold back the impulse in her heart, and finally came over.
Gao Danyang stopped on the edge of the couch, looking at the little girl sleeping peacefully with her eyes tightly closed on the bed, feeling sad in her heart. Why can she always get so much easily? Why would she want to take her things away? Even the Queen's aunt, who had always loved her dearly, now clearly favored her side.
How much she wished that Wei Luo had never appeared in this world.
Once this thought arises, it can no longer be contained. Gao Danyang raised his hands, placed them on both sides of Wei Luo's neck, and couldn't help but slowly close them. Her eyes were complicated, both complaining and sad, as if doing so was a last resort, and there was a reason for it.
Zhao Jie stood behind the fan, seeing this scene, his eyes suddenly sank. He was about to yell, when the little girl on the bed closed her eyes and asked without warning: "Sister Gao, what good will it do you if I die?"
Gao Danyang was startled, he forgot to retract his outstretched hand, and kept the same posture just now.
Wei Luo slowly opened her eyes, those beautiful almond eyes were calm, as if she could read people's hearts. She raised the corners of her lips and smiled slightly. Although her face was pale, her momentum was not inferior to anyone, and she asked calmly, "Don't you want to strangle me?"
Gao Danyang came back to his senses, quickly withdrew his hand, trying to maintain the little image left, "No, I'm just..."
Wei Luo didn't sit up, her dark eyes rolled around, staring at the expensive gold curtain above her head, the corners of her lips curled up, showing a little sarcasm. She said on Gao Danyang's behalf: "You just hate me, envy me, and want me to die, right?" Seeing blood for a while, she ignored Gao Danyang's instantly pale face, and said, "If I were you, I would definitely not I will choose this way to attack. Because there are only two of us in the temple, and I will die, and you will not be able to get rid of the responsibility."
Gao Danyang opened his eyes wide, shocked that she could be so calm.
She smiled suddenly, her dimples were full, delicate and cute. "Why does Sister Gao want to kill me? Because I want to marry Brother Jing? But are you mistaken, if I die, do you think Brother Jing will marry you?"
Gao Danyang's face turned pale, and he had the illusion that the shame sheet had been lifted. She stood on the head of the bed, her eyes flushed, "How do you know you won't..."
"Because he doesn't like you." Wei Luo's eyes were clear, her watery eyes were bright and moving, but her words were cruel: "If brother Jing Jing likes you, why did it take so long? You probably don't know, Prince Jing When my brother was with me, he wished he could be with me all the time, he would impatiently go to my house to ask for marriage, and he would also speak tender and sweet love words. Do you know why? Because he likes me."
Gao Danyang was in a daze, deeply irritated by her words, and his tone became a little fierce after he came back to his senses: "I have liked Cousin Jing for almost ten years, and my feelings for him are much deeper than yours, why is it you? ? Why did you marry him? I am obviously more suitable than you and know him better... "
But what is the use of understanding? Her wishful thinking, why does she have to be appreciated by others
Wei Luo said slowly and nonchalantly: "I also know Chang Hong. Chang Hong and I have been together since we were born. We have known each other for nearly fifteen years. According to what Sister Gao said, should I also marry Chang Hong?"
Gao Danyang choked, but was unable to refute what she said.
Her almond eyes are curved, holding a pool of slowly flowing spring water, "Although I have known Zhao Jie for a longer time than you, and I have not liked him since ten years ago. But we will get married and continue to know each other longer Time, maybe a lifetime. At that time, I will know him better than you, and I will like him more."
Gao Danyang couldn't say a word.
Originally, she wanted to swear an oath of sovereignty, but Wei Luo turned her back without warning. So what if she came? Still lost in a mess.
Gao Danyang stood stiffly for a long time, and finally turned and left.
Behind the fan, Zhao Jie stood with his hands behind his back, his thin lips curled into an obvious arc unknowingly.
He didn't expect to hear these words from Wei Luo's mouth, and he didn't know that she had such thoughts.
Forever sounds like a tempting word.
When they were together, he always took the initiative. When he seemed to be making out, she always refused. Zhao Jie thought she didn't like it, so he restrained himself a lot these days, and wanted to love her well after they got married, but now he can't help it.
Zhao Jie said to Zhu Geng: "Tell the empress that if Wu Rong's emperor wants to get married, Gao Danyang's conditions are very suitable."
Zhu Geng immediately understood what he meant, felt sorry for Gao Danyang in his heart, and retreated.
Wu Rong is thousands of miles away from Daliang, and the journey is difficult. If he goes to that place, he may not be able to return to Shengjing once in his life.
It seems that the prince is really angry this time.
Zhao Jie walked out of the fan, Wei Luo was still staring at the curtain on the top of the bed in a daze, not knowing what was going on in his head.
Turning her gaze, she suddenly saw his figure, she was stunned and subconsciously said, "Huh?"
Zhao Jie took off his black soap boots and sat on the bed without saying a word.
Wei Luo didn't understand what he meant, so she opened her eyes and asked, "Why are you here? Aren't you going to Ronghua Palace to attend the palace banquet?"
Compared with her, what is a palace banquet? Zhao Jie pressed her hand, covered her body, and pulled off the golden hook that was hooked to the golden curtain. The curtains hung down, blocking off the scene inside and outside the bed for an instant.
Zhao Jie tightened his arms, wrapped her petite body in his arms, pressed his face against hers, slid all the way, found her soft and tender lips, and grabbed her with one bite. "Do you like my king's gentle and sweet love words?"
Only then did Wei Luo realize that he had heard the conversation between her and Gao Danyang, and opened her mouth to explain, but he took the opportunity to sneak in, bit her tongue, and kept provoking her. She let out a soft "huh" and was finally let go by him after a long while. She pursed her pink lips, with unknown body fluid between her lips and teeth, and accused delicately, "You overheard me."
Zhao Jie laughed softly, and put her little soft earballs in his mouth, "There is a little fellow who said that he wants to spend the rest of his life with this king, if this king can't hear it, wouldn't it be a pity?"
Wei Luo buried her cheek in the crescent of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed.
Rao is so, but there is no rebuttal.
Zhao Jie fell in love with her delicate appearance, and held her hand down.
He pressed her forehead, rubbed it slowly, and said painfully: "Baby, I can't bear it anymore."
There is still a year before they get married, and this year he knows that she belongs to him, but he can't do anything to her. He knows how to measure, he wants to cherish her, and he doesn't want to take her so soon. After all, she was still young, and he wanted to wait for her to grow up.
It's just that this waiting process is really a bit tormented.
Fortunately, there is another way to relieve it.
Wei Luo was shocked and pulled out her hand in a panic, but how could she match his strength? After this struggle, he actually slid twice! Zhao Jie moaned in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and sexy, hitting her ears, half of her body was numb.
This is Zhao Liuli's bedroom, Liuli may come in at any time, he actually, unexpectedly...
Wei Luo's cheeks were blushing, and she wanted to resist, but for some reason, he succeeded in half-pushing her.
She knew these things to some extent, since she got engaged to Zhao Jie, the fourth aunt had hinted to her both openly and secretly. She knew it was normal for husband and wife to do this kind of thing, but she was still a little embarrassed, after all, they were not husband and wife...
Zhao Jie's panting was right next to her ear, so close, it sprayed on her neck, making her whole body covered in fine and dense goose bumps. She shrank her shoulders and let out a moan, soft and weak.
Suddenly footsteps sounded in the hall, neither fast nor slow, followed by Chang Hong's clear voice, "Ah Luo?"
Wei Changhong was called away by the British Duke just now, but it's actually not a big deal. When Wei Changchun and Wei Kun learned about Wei Luo's situation, they worriedly asked a few words, and Wei Changhong answered in a straightforward manner. They were relieved when they learned that Wei Luo was fine.
Wei Changhong was worried about Wei Luo, and returned here after leaving Ronghua Palace.
Seeing the tightly hung curtains, he frowned.
Strange, why did you put down the curtain
Wei Luo was startled, and accidentally increased her strength.
Zhao Jie froze, then hummed in a low voice.