It was really wise for Wei Luo to choose to ignore Wan Chengzhen. Although the Baoshu Hall has not been inhabited for a long time, there are eyeliners everywhere in the palace. Wu Rong came here to marry Daliang. Then Wei Luo and Zhao Jie's marriage must be affected to some extent.
At this moment, Wan Chengzhen hadn't succeeded, and Wei Luo turned a blind eye to him, even if someone wanted to tell a story, he didn't say anything.
Zhao Jie looked at Wan Chengzhen, who was several feet away, and then at the little girl behind him.
Wei Luo tugged at his sleeve, raised her fair and flawless face, and complained, "Big brother, he threatened me."
To say it was a threat was to save face. What Wan Chengzhen did just now was not a threat, but a provocation.
He knew that Wei Luo was Zhao Jie's Princess Zhunjing, yet he was disrespectful to her, even with a frivolous attitude, which really made people feel uncomfortable. Wei Luo heard that there were many beautiful concubines in his house, so he was a prince full of fancy, half-hearted, flirtatious, not a good thing. So what about good looks and outstanding talent? Not even a scumbag.
Zhao Jie raised his hand to touch her cheek, his movements were very gentle, like holding a fragile baby, and he didn't say anything. When he looked at Wan Chengzhen again, his eyes became icy cold, and he asked slowly, "Why did the fourth prince appear here?"
Wan Tengzhen had already stood up straight, put down his dark green sleeves embroidered with water patterns, and lifted his lips disapprovingly, "I have to walk around freely, why, are you hindering Prince Jing?"
The tone was not very good, a bit deliberately provocative.
It's no wonder that his tone was harsh, because Zhao Jie stole the limelight in today's riding and archery competition, and he was hit hard again, seeing Zhao Jie at this moment really didn't have a good face. Wu Rong people have a good face and are quite conceited. There are not a few narrow-minded people like Wan Chengzhen.
It is not difficult for Zhao Jie to guess why he is like this, but he just doesn't bother to care about him. Winning or losing in the martial arts arena has already been decided, and it would be too petty and unmanly to talk about it off the stage. He only said: "Ah Luo is the fiancee of this king, Fourth Prince, please respect yourself and take care of your own nature." Covering her flowery little face, "Father and father must have agreed on the marriage of the fourth prince. Don't the fourth prince plan to go and see it?"
The implication is to let him take care of his own affairs, and don't come here to provoke Wei Luo if he has nothing to do.
Wan Teng's true energy returned, and he did not lose his mind after all. Offending Zhao Jie at this time is not a good thing for the diplomatic relations between the two countries. He stood there for a while, his eyes fell on the delicate little girl behind Zhao Jie, and seeing Zhao Jie's face darkened, he grinned, put his right hand on his chest and saluted: "For today's matter, Prince Jing will take care of it." Nothing happened."
After all, turn around and leave.
The woman who coveted him, and let him pretend it never happened? Zhao Jie looked at Wan Chengzhen's back coldly with dark eyes, and a flash of hostility flashed in his eyes.
Baoshu Hall, behind the gate.
Wei Luo pressed her hands against Zhao Jie's fiery chest, and with his head supported by his hands, she had to raise her head to welcome his kiss. She was originally not tall, but she only reached his chest, and only barely touched his chin with her toes. One can imagine how strenuous it is to look like this. But she couldn't break free, Zhao Jie hugged her slender waist, and clasped her tightly to his chest, like a traveler who walked in the desert for three days and three nights, thirsty to the extreme, came across a clear spring by chance, and died Taste and swallow.
The body fluid in Wei Luo's mouth was sucked dry by him, her tongue was numb and painful, but she still couldn't break free, so she could only bear it pitifully with her eyes closed.
She didn't know how it became like this. After Wan Chengzhen left, Zhao Jie asked Zhu Geng and Yang Hao to guard outside. He brought her here without saying a word. Before she could react, he was tall and tall. His body fell over. Wei Luo vaguely guessed that he might be jealous, but she and Wan Chengzhen were innocent and didn't even say a word to each other, so why was he angry
Wei Luo felt that she was really pitiful, like a piece of fat waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board, allowing Zhao Jie to round and flatten her and do whatever she wanted. She never knew that men and women had so many tricks before, and so many ways to express intimacy, her whole body seemed to be Zhao Jie's property, she couldn't control it, trembling in his hands, whispering softly.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the gate of Baoshu Temple, a little hasty, not big steps, it should be the footsteps of the girl's family.
Sure enough, the voices of Zhao Liuli and Liang Yurong sounded outside: "Why are you two standing here? Did you see Ah Luo?" They were asking Zhu Geng and Yang Hao.
The golden thread had been dismissed by Zhao Jie just now, and now it is waiting elsewhere. After all, a maid was standing at the door, but the girl from that family could not be seen. Anyone knew what was going on at a glance.
Wei Luo tensed up, and her strength to push back Zhao Jie increased a little, but she was so weak from the kiss at the moment, even if she increased her strength, it was insignificant to Zhao Jie. Zhao Jie didn't let her go, but his movements were much more gentle, and he sucked back and forth on her cherry-like lips, as if he would not stop until he sucked up the last drop of her nectar.
Zhu Geng's voice was frank and natural, and he said in a calm and unhurried manner: "As for the princess, my subordinates have not seen Miss Wei Si."
Zhao Liuli looked in disbelief, and looked into the bedroom, "What are you doing standing here, where is the emperor?"
Zhu Geng said again: "My lord is working inside, so I ordered two of my subordinates to wait at the door."
Wei Luo, who was being "handled" by Zhao Jie, thought sadly, why Zhao Jie hasn't kissed enough, she felt that her tongue hurts, and her lips must be swollen, how can she see people in a while? But she didn't dare to speak out, if Zhao Liuli and Liang Yurong saw her like this, they would laugh at her forever.
Thinking of this, she took a bite on Zhao Jie's lips in retaliation.
On the other side Zhao Liuli heard Zhu Geng's words, even if she had doubts, she couldn't continue to ask, regretfully took another look at the bedroom, then turned and left with Liang Yurong: "There is nothing here, Ah Luo will go anyway." Where's the..."
Zhao Jie pressed Wei Luo against the base of the wall, supported the wall with one hand, and put his arms around her soft waist with the other, and chewed her carefully before letting her go. Wei Luo was panting from the kiss, and fell into Zhao Jie's arms weakly, and was caught by him quickly. She didn't even have the energy to be angry with him right now, her tongue was numb, and she could still feel the breath he left behind between her lips and teeth, a clear, clean, wormwood-like scent.
Wei Luo pursed her lips, feeling that she wouldn't want to kiss him for the next three months, this time was too boring, it felt like more than half a year had passed. She raised her head, her cheeks were flushed, her big watery eyes contained spring water, the blue waves were slightly rippling, and the ripples hit people's hearts in circles, making people want to kiss her hard again.
Zhao Jie scratched her nose, and after stealing the fragrance, her complexion was much better than before, "From now on, you are not allowed to go out alone."
The corner of Wei Luo's mouth turned downwards, and she knew that he was going to start meddling.
Sure enough, Zhao Jie said again: "Don't go to remote places, and don't get close to strange men..." In fact, he wanted to say that he couldn't get close to all men, but after thinking about the possibility, and fearing that Wei Luo would be disgusted, he reluctantly let go.
The little girl is too good-looking, which is also a danger. Even in a place like the imperial palace, there could be someone who harbored ill intentions towards her, let alone a place where there was a mix of fish and dragons on the street. Although Zhao Jie protected her very well, every time Wei Luo went out, there was always Yang Hao and two other guards in the dark to protect her, but he still couldn't help nagging, wanting to make this little guy feel better.
Wei Luo couldn't help but defend herself: "I didn't get close to a strange man, why did big brother talk like that? I'm going to get angry."
Zhao Jie also felt that what she said was a little heavy, but if she didn't say it a little heavy, would she be able to listen? He bent his index finger and middle finger, and tapped on her forehead: "Big brother is for your own good."
He should have married her earlier, Zhao Jie regretted setting the wedding date in October next year. When she entered the gate of Prince Jing's mansion, he would reduce the number of times she went out, and even if she went out, she had to go with him, so that she could rest assured.
Zhao Jie's chin rested on Wei Luo's forehead, and he began to think that it would be better to tell Emperor Chongzhen to advance the wedding date by half a year.
On the third day of the riding and archery competition, Emperor Wu Rong and Wan Chengzhen were about to leave and go back.
The object of the marriage has been decided, and it is Gao Danyang, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.
In this regard, I heard that Emperor Wu Rong was still very dissatisfied. No matter what, I should marry a princess back home. I didn't expect that she was just the daughter of a noble family. Compared with the royal family, her status was still a lot worse. But since it has been settled, there is nothing to say, Emperor Wu Rong reluctantly nodded in agreement.
The one who was more aggrieved and unwilling was Gao Danyang.
Gao Danyang cried at home all day and night, refusing to agree to marry far away to Wu Rong, and finally even prepared a foot of white silk to hang himself, but fortunately he was stopped in time by Mrs. Marriage is not a matter of two people, nor is it a matter of two families. If Gao Danyang really dies, she will be done with it, but the whole town government will suffer accordingly. The Duke of Zhen and his wife persuaded her in turn, but she still refused to nod. In the end, it was Empress Chen who came out and suppressed her.
Gao Danyang asked Empress Chen if this was what she meant, and Empress Chen readily admitted it. Gao Danyang's heart was ashamed, and shed tears at the window all night. On the second day, he had to sit in front of the four-bird mirror with flowers and branches to dress up, put on the wedding dress, and sit in the sedan chair to marry Wu Rong. The team set off in a mighty way.
When Wei Luo heard the news, Gao Danyang had already left Shengjing City with Wu Rong's army.
She was standing in the porch washing her hair, and when she heard that she loosened her hand holding her hair, the thick black hair fell all over her shoulders, making her small face the size of a palm, "Gao Danyang went to make a kiss?"
Bai Lan brought a basin of warm water and put it on the nanmu shelf, she nodded seriously, "I've walked several miles."
Wei Luo never knew about this matter, it happened so suddenly, and there was no news from the circle of noble girls. Everyone was still trying to figure out whether it was the sixth princess or the seventh princess who would marry, and no one expected that Gao Danyang would appear midway , married them both. Wei Luo came to her senses, this marriage meant that she would never come back again, she thought maliciously, that's good, no one would miss Zhao Jie all the time. Although she knew that Zhao Jie had no intentions towards Gao Danyang, every time Gao Danyang looked at Zhao Jie with scorching eyes, it would make her feel more or less unhappy.
Wei Luo was in a good mood, and quickly washed her hair. While standing on the porch and letting Jin Lu rub her hair, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.
Today is sunny and cloudless, which is a rare good weather since the beginning of autumn.
Wei Luo has a lot of hair and dries slowly, so she asked someone to set up a small red lacquer mother-of-pearl table on the porch, and sipped tea while basking in the sun.
Half an hour later, a maid wearing a green double-breasted gown came in from outside, came to Wei Luo and said, "Miss, the steward of Prince Jing's residence is here, please go to the restaurant next to Xiuchun residence."
Wei Luo's hand holding the tea froze, she tilted her head and asked, "What are you doing there?"
The maid shook her head, expressing that she didn't know.
Wei Luo was puzzled, she hadn't married into Prince Jing's mansion yet, why did the steward of Prince Jing's mansion come to her? Daddy actually let him in
She thought about it, and since Wei Kun acquiesced, she went back to the house and changed her clothes, took a few maids with her, and decided to go and see what was going on. Wei Luo stepped into the carriage and walked all the way to the private room on the second floor of the restaurant next to Xiuchun Residence, only to find that several people were already standing in the room. One of the women wearing a red brocade beige came forward and saluted her, "Miss Wei Si, since you're here, let's start measuring."
Wei Luo stood there in amazement, and saw a few maids behind the woman holding rulers and booklets, surrounding her, holding her arms and starting to measure the length.
When Wei Luo came back to her senses, the woman had already started to measure her breasts, the ruler circled around her little Taoer, and the woman gave a number for the girl to write down. Wei Luo finally started to resist, "What is this for? Who told you to come here?"
The woman smiled ambiguously, winked her eyes and said, "What do you think? Naturally, a wedding dress is prepared for Miss Four."