After returning to Prince Jing's mansion, Wei Luo was "overworked" the past few days and met Jiang Miaolan in a bad mood, so she washed up early and went to bed. Zhao Jie wanted to be gentle with her, seeing that she was already fast asleep with his arms around the corner of the quilt, he couldn't help but smiled helplessly, rubbed her soft and small earlobe exposed outside and said: "Squeamish."
Wei Luo couldn't hear what he said, maybe she felt that the silk quilt was not as warm as Zhao Jie's chest, so she turned over, crawled into his arms one by one, curled up in his arms and found a Continue to sleep in a comfortable position.
Zhao Jie put his arms behind her waist and hugged her a little tighter. Knowing that she was tired these days, he only lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and did not do anything excessive.
Zhao Jie remembered what Wei Luo said at the entrance of the spice shop today, that he would rather remarry with the children than work with other women. This little guy, who looks delicate and coquettish on weekdays, is actually more assertive than anyone else. He has been taught a long time ago, and those words must be her last bottom line. She told him that it was because she believed in him.
She is not like other girls who, for the sake of her beloved, can take a step back, take a step back, and beg for mercy. At the end of the day, she doesn't know where she has retreated, and she is thousands of miles away from the original. Once Wei Luo reveals it, it will be her final bottom line, as long as it exceeds this bottom line, it will be broken up, and there is no room for retention.
Just like Jiang Miaolan today.
Since Wei Luo decided not to forgive her, she really didn't forgive her. She would rather be a stranger than accept such an incompetent mother.
Both cruel and helpless.
Zhao Jie's fingers slid across her soft cheeks, and he smiled softly, how could he give her a chance to remarry? He tried his best to marry her, and it was too late to love her, so how could he give other men a chance
It was rare for Wei Luo to sleep peacefully that night without being tossed and tossed by Zhao Jie. When she woke up refreshed the next day, she found Zhao Jie was boxing and practicing sword in the yard.
This was Wei Luo's first time watching Zhao Jie practice martial arts. She was wearing a moon-white embroidered magnolia pattern thin shirt and soft satin embroidered shoes and stood by the window, admiring Zhao Jie's straight and tough back openly. It was cool in autumn, but a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. When the morning sun shone, sweat dripped from the brows and flowed down his chin into the skirt of his clothes, making his facial features more profound, indifferent and handsome.
Wei Luo rested her cheeks, and was not in a hurry to wash up, her big black eyes circled around him.
After Zhao Jie finished punching, Yu Suo, who was standing in the corridor, walked over with a Juan handkerchief and said, "Your Highness, please wipe off your sweat."
Zhao Jie was about to take it, but suddenly remembered something, and put down his arms again, "In the future, when the king is practicing boxing, you don't have to wait by the side, go and serve the princess, the princess should wake up by now."
Although Yu Suo was puzzled, he still nodded in response.
Zhao Jie walked back to the room and saw Wei Luo standing by the bed with only a thin shirt on and his ankles exposed, so he couldn't help but sternly said, "Why don't you dress well?"
Wei Luo curved her round almond eyes and smiled cutely: "I was only focused on looking at you, and I forgot about getting dressed."
Knowing that she was intentionally trying to please him, Zhao Jie still couldn't help but smile, leaned over and hugged her slender waist, and carried her to the Arhat bed beside her.
Wei Luo let out an "oops" and said in disgust, "You're covered in sweat, and you rubbed against me."
Zhao Jie put on the shoes for her, lingered on the slender ankle with his fingers several times, and then looked at her with a smile: "Why, I think the king is sweating at this time, the few times before..."
Wei Luo guessed what he was going to say, and quickly covered his mouth.
The two of them got tired of being together before, and when they did that, Zhao Jie was dripping with sweat, and rubbing against her was also dripping wet. Although Wei Luo loved being clean, who cared so much at that time? Wei Luo didn't bother with him anymore, and he didn't expect him to bring it up today.
Wei Luo pursed her lips and changed the subject: "Why didn't you pick up Yusuo's veil just now?"
Zhao Jie took her hand away and lightly pecked at her palm, "I was frightened by Ah Luo's words yesterday, how dare I have contact with other women? What if the king's son remarries?"
Wei Luo withdrew her hand and said angrily, "Slick tongue."
After finishing speaking, seeing that he was sweating profusely, he squeezed his sleeves and tapped his forehead, and wiped his sweat while saying: "I'm not the kind of unreasonable person... as long as you don't do anything out of line, you will be fine." Alright." Stopped and thought for a while, then felt dissatisfied, and changed his words: "Forget it, this kind of work of serving you closely, let the servant do it in the future."
Zhao Jie smiled lowly, suddenly took her hand, leaned into her ear and said, "Don't worry, I will only give you my savings for more than twenty years."
Wei Luo blushed, pushed him away and said, "Not serious!"
But in front of the girl I like, what more seriousness do I need? Which couple in this world gets along seriously in private? Even if there was, I'm afraid the couple didn't really love each other.
After breakfast, Zhao Jie went to the study in the outer courtyard. Wei Luo wanted to try the newly bought spices yesterday, but Zhao Jie forbade her to stay alone in Zhangtai courtyard. He was reading in the study, so he asked her to sit on the couch by the south window to practice calligraphy, and even said very reasonably: "Didn't my father give you a set of calligraphy in the study a few days ago? You can use that to practice calligraphy, or if you If you don’t want to, you can grind it for me.”
Wei Luo couldn't hear the word "grinding" at all, and glared at Zhao Jie, who was smiling maliciously, and said, "... I'd better practice calligraphy."
Zhao Jie smiled and didn't tease her too much. Seeing her obediently practicing calligraphy, he began to deal with his own affairs.
Before getting married, Zhao Jie took care of all the matters at hand in advance, in order to be able to accompany Wei Luo comfortably for more than a month. It's just that there is something wrong with King Ruyang, and he has to deal with it immediately. Zhao Zhang privately hid weapons in Changnan Mountain in Xuzhou, amounting to tens of thousands of weapons. Zhao Jie was going to release news to guide Li Zhiliang to Changnan Mountain, and then communicated with Xuzhou's prefect Li Yingwai to catch Li Zhiliang in the urn. Even if you want to quibble, you can't quibble. Without Li Zhiliang's right-hand man, Zhao Zhang's vitality must be greatly injured, and if he is convicted of the crime of hiding weapons, Emperor Chongzhen will be wary of him and will not reuse him again.
It's just that Li Zhiliang heard the rumor from somewhere, and now this plan may have to be implemented in advance.
Zhao Jie thought of a perfect plan, took a pen and wrote it in the letter, sealed it with wax paint, and handed the letter to Zhu Geng, saying: "Quickly hand this letter to the prefect of Xuzhou, he will know what to do."
After Zhu Geng left, Zhao Jie looked up at the warm room under the window beside him, and saw that Wei Luo was wearing a pink and white lace skirt with Wuluo hibiscus pattern, and a brightly colored pomegranate skirt underneath, which was spread flat on the couch , like a scorchingly blooming pomegranate flower, illuminated by the sunlight outside the window, presenting a vibrant and delicate beauty. Wei Luo practiced calligraphy very seriously, her back was straight, her posture of holding the pen was also very beautiful, her eyes were focused, she didn't notice that Zhao Jie had finished her work, she was writing seriously.
Zhao Jie admired his daughter-in-law for a while, and after a while, seeing that Wei Luo was still ignoring him, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, so he stepped forward and asked, "What are you writing? So focused."
Wei Luo looked up at him, blinked, "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra."
Zhao Jie saw that her handwriting was beautiful, and her small script with hairpin flowers looked good, so she couldn't help but praise her a few words.
Wei Luo brushed his hand away, and was about to copy the rest of the Heart Sutra. Zhao Jie was already sitting behind her, and he stretched out his long arms to embrace her. "You haven't told me what the fourth wife of the British government told you yesterday, which made you blush like that?"
Wei Luo was stunned by this unexpected sentence, and quickly remembered the method taught by the Qin family yesterday, and struggled a bit, "It's nothing..."
Zhao Jie naturally didn't believe it, if it was nothing, her face would be so red? He covered her plump body with his palm, pressed his mouth against her ear, and asked in a deep voice, "Well, do you want to talk?"
Wei Luo flinched, her cheeks slowly turned red, "It's really nothing."
Zhao Jie's black eyes deepened, and the strength in his hands became heavier. Wei Luo sobbed, and compromised, "I'll tell you tonight."
That night, Zhao Jie covered Wei Luo under his body, gasped heavily, pressed her forehead and said hoarsely: "You are trying to force me to death..."
Wei Luo's sweat-drenched face was flushed, and her body was trembling, as if she was in a small boat. The boat was hit by the violent wind and rain at sea, and it swayed and swayed endlessly. She felt that the fourth aunt must have lied to her, saying that as long as she tightens and shrinks, the man will quickly surrender... But why does she feel that today's time is longer than before! Does this work
After this night, Wei Luo's waist, which had finally rested, began to be sore and sore again.
When the two maids, Jin Lu and Bai Lan, were tidying up the bed in the inner room, they were so ashamed that they couldn't lift their heads, they hurriedly rolled up the bedding and left. You don't need to think about it to know what the bed is like, it must be unsightly, dripping and mottled.
Wei Luo really hated Zhao Jie so much, he couldn't restrain himself a bit. She has a thick skin now, and she can not change her face when facing the maid's ambiguous gaze. She learned it from him.
On this day, Wei Luo received a letter from Zhao Liuli, inviting her to go out of the city together.
The letter didn't mention the specific location, Wei Luo was a little puzzled, Zhao Liuli usually went out of the palace to visit her in Shengjing City, and rarely went directly out of the city, where did she go this time
Around noon, Zhao Liuli came to pick her up.
Wei Luo got into the carriage and asked Zhao Liuli where she was going, but she kept her mouth shut, and even remained uncharacteristically silent. If she had been lively before, what happened today? Wei Luo saw that something was wrong with her, so she didn't ask any further questions. She didn't stop until the carriage walked out of the city gate and traveled more than ten miles, and came to a half-hillside.
There was a man and a horse standing on the hillside, Wei Luo watched from a distance and found that the man was Yang Zhen.
At the foot of the hillside is a mighty army, the soldiers are wearing armor and holding weapons, walking to the south.
Only then did Wei Luo recall that the southern bandits were rampant, and the foreign surname Wang supported his soldiers with self-respect, only caring about his own pleasure and not caring about the poverty of the people, and the people were living in dire straits. This army is going to the eastern part of Guangdong to quell the disaster.