But, why is Yang Zhen here
Wei Luo was wondering, Zhao Liuli had already jumped off the carriage.
This carriage is relatively ordinary, not as ostentatious as the one Zhao Liuli used to travel on. The green curtains and curtains are half old and not new. There is only one maidservant in the carriage. If in the past, as long as Zhao Liuli travels, never The maids and nurses serving in groups? Today's move is indeed a bit abnormal.
Wei Luo chose to stand still and sit in the carriage to watch the development of the situation quietly.
Zhao Liuli couldn't wait to jump off the carriage, Yang Zhen hurried to catch up, stretched out his long arms to embrace her, and asked nervously: "Your Highness, why don't you be more careful, if you hurt your body, you will have to bear the blame."
How could Zhao Liuli care about these things, and asked him with red eyes: "Are you leaving today?"
Yang Zhen froze and nodded.
Zhao Liuli had tears in her eyes, and her red eyes looked like a bunny. She held on to Yang Zhen's skirt tightly and said, "Brother Yang Zhen, why doesn't he listen to me? I don't want you to go, I will talk to my mother carefully, She loves me so much, she will definitely agree with me to marry you. East Guangdong is so dangerous, what if something happens to you? I don't want you to have an accident, I don't want you to go..." As he said, tears rolled down.
Yang Zhen raised his hand and gently stroked the corners of her eyes. When she shed a tear, he wiped away one for her, tirelessly: "Didn't we agree? Your Highness, I can't wrong you, and I don't want you to follow me." Suffering. If you marry me now, you will only lower your own status. I can't afford you rich clothes and food, nor can I afford you glory and wealth." He smiled, and it was the first time he said this, looking at Zhao Liuli with tired eyes Full of tenderness, "I want to make a little achievement and return in triumph, only then can I be worthy of you."
Zhao Liuli burst into tears, "Then when will you come back?"
Yang Zhen thought for a while and said, "I can't say for certain, at least three to five months, at most one or two years." He looked at Zhao Liuli and asked expectantly, "Your Highness, are you willing to wait for me?"
Zhao Liuli took a deep breath in her heart, angry at him for leaving in a hurry, angry at his self-righteousness, and deliberately imitated his words: "I can't tell, my mother is watching my marriage for me recently, and let me meet many sons of princes and ministers. If Brother Yang Zhen I came back too late, maybe I can't bear the pressure from my father, queen and queen, and maybe I get married."
Yang Zhen did know about Empress Chen looking for a son-in-law for Zhao Liuli. Empress Chen is not such a pedantic person. Although it is the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker, the daughter's own wishes are also very important. Several times, Empress Chen summoned some honorable sons in Zhaoyang Hall, and asked Zhao Liuli to look at each other behind the twelve red sandalwood beauties screens.
In order to evade, Zhao Liuli either thinks this one is too tall, or that one is too strong, or thinks the person is too scheming, in short, everyone is not satisfied.
One time, when Zhou Yingbo, the son of Zhou Zuoxiang, left the Zhaoyang Palace, he happened to meet Zhao Liuli coming back from the outside. Afterwards, Zhao Liuli told Empress Chen about the matter, and Empress Chen severely reprimanded Zhou Zuoxiang for a while, and gave up the idea of marrying Zhao Liuli to Zhou Yingbo. And a few days later, it was reported that Zhou Yingbo was hijacked on his way home and seriously injured. Zhou Zuoxiang has not yet found out who did it.
Zhao Liuli took this matter as a joke and told Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen said lightly while wiping his sword: "Anyone who offends His Highness must not be forgiven lightly."
Only then did Zhao Liuli realize that it was Yang Zhen who did it.
But after thinking about it afterwards, she was not angry at all, and even had a little bit of sweetness in her heart. Doesn't this mean that Yang Zhen cares about her
Pulling away, let's talk about the present. Yang Zhen tightly held Zhao Liuli's hand, both angry and deeply powerless, he looked at Zhao Liuli, "It would be great if I could tell His Highness to put it in his pocket and take it away." He bent down and kissed her face. They kissed, pleading in a hoarse voice: "I will come back as soon as possible, don't marry someone else, wait until I come back to marry you."
Zhao Liuli lowered her head and rubbed her eyes, "I..."
Under the hillside, the ox horn suddenly sounded, and the heroic and distant sound spread throughout the valley. With the sound of the horn, the marching steps of the soldiers were uniform and high-spirited. The last detachment to the east of Guangdong was about to leave!
Yang Zhen clenched Zhao Liuli's shoulders, seeming to ask, but also begging: "Wait for me to come back, okay, Your Highness?"
Zhao Liuli was about to nod, but the army had already set off, and it was too late. Yang Zhen got on his horse, took two steps forward, and finally came back, bent down and stretched out his hand to bring Zhao Liuli onto the horse's back, with a "drive" sound Go forward along the hillside.
Zhao Liuli grabbed the mane on the horse's neck in surprise, her voice twisted twice in the wind: "Brother Yang Zhen?"
Yang Zhen put his arms around her waist, followed the team slowly, and explained: "The carriage behind will catch up and take you back to the palace, and walk with me for a while."
Although he didn't say it clearly, the humbleness and request in his tone were too obvious, making it hard to refuse.
Zhao Liuli nodded lightly, and took out a purse embroidered with the golden swastika pattern from his sleeve and handed it to him: "This is for you, although you don't need silver taels in the army, it's always good to have some on you, in case you need it What are you going to do?" She has no worries about food and clothing, never carries any money with her, let alone worry about livelihood, but now she thinks about him to such an extent, it is enough to imagine how much she thinks about him. Yang Zhenzheng was moved, and saw her take off the jade pendant around her neck again, and exchanged it with his, "I gave you this pair of jade pendants on your birthday, mine is the left half, yours is the right half , we'll change it back when you come back. If you don't come, I'll... "
Yang Zhen lowered his head and blocked her chattering mouth. He will come back, and he will come back after crawling. He can't just watch her marry someone else, otherwise he will die with regret.
The soldiers who were marching looked up and saw two people on the hillside. They grinned and said loudly, "Which brother is this? I am so lucky. The little lady at home came all the way to see him off. I really envy our brothers! "
The sour words attracted everyone's attention.
The tall and thick men looked up, only to see two people hugging and kissing on the hillside, but couldn't see their faces clearly, one of them said sharply, "Isn't that Yang Shoubei personally recommended by Prince Jing? Tsk tsk, it's a kind of love... "
"What's in his arms?"
"The cloak is blocking it, so I can't see clearly."
"Looking at her figure, she is a beauty..."
Even if they couldn't see it, the soldiers still talked about it with great interest and never got tired of watching it. Yang Zhen was personally recommended by Zhao Jie. Once he joined the army, he was a fifth-rank garrison. Naturally, many people were not convinced. Now that this incident happened again, the big guys criticized him even more.
Not long after, a carriage caught up behind him, Yang Zhen sent Zhao Liuli back to the carriage, Wei Luo raised the curtain to welcome Zhao Liuli in.
The soldiers only saw Zhao Liuli's back, not her face. Just when he was disappointed, a hand stretched out from the carriage. The white jade-like skin and the gold bracelet inlaid with red and sapphires glowed brightly and transparently under the sun. The stunning appearance disappeared in an instant, and everyone saw only a shadowy figure. , before seeing Wei Luo's face clearly, the curtain was lowered, blocking all sight from the outside.
"Damn it, this one is more beautiful, so how many lifetimes of cultivation is the blessing of Yang Zhen? To be able to have both sides..."
Speak the hearts of the people.
Wei Luo and Zhao Liuli returned to Shengjing City along the way, and when they arrived in the city, Wei Luo saw that Zhao Liuli's eyes were red, so she would be spotted by Empress Chen when she returned to the palace, so she thought about it and led her to Yangliu Hutong for the time being. Listen to Pingtan in teahouses.
Wei Luo booked a private room and went upstairs with Zhao Liuli.
The private rooms on the upper floor are separated by double fans, which can not only have an independent space, but also enjoy the Pingtan downstairs by leaning on the railing. Downstairs is playing and singing "Du Shiniang", the tune is sad and melancholy, just like Zhao Liuli on the opposite side, it makes people feel more sad and unable to extricate themselves. Wei Luo squeezed the center of her brows, seeing Zhao Liuli's tears falling down like money, she wondered if she came to the wrong place, she shouldn't have brought her here to listen to some commentary...
Wei Luo understood Yang Zhen very well, he wanted to find a better way out for himself, and marry Zhao Liuli in a prosperous and prosperous future, and he didn't want his beloved girl to be wronged. It's just that Zhao Liuli was deeply involved in the game, and it was understandable to be reluctant to part with Yang Zhen. Wei Luo couldn't persuade him, so he could only wait for Zhao Liuli to figure it out.
Zhao Jie must have known what was going on, otherwise he would not have agreed to let her come out. Wei Luo picked up the Ru kiln chrysanthemum-shaped flat pot, poured a cup of tea for Zhao Liuli and himself, and then pushed the colorful chrysanthemum-patterned teacups in front of Zhao Liuli, "Liuli, if you keep crying like this, I'm afraid this tea shop will be destroyed." I'm going to be drowned by you."
Zhao Liuli wiped away her tears and gave Wei Luo a pinch, "Bad Ah Luo, you're just making fun of me. Do you think I want to cry? If only I could hold back."
Wei Luo hid, sat on the other side and looked at her, "It's a good thing for Yang Zhen to go to the east of Guangdong to quell the disaster. How do you know that he won't make meritorious deeds? Maybe when the time comes, he will return safely and triumphantly. You don't need him to speak, and His Majesty will tell you." Committed you to him."
Wei Luo's words are not impossible. According to Yang Zhen's strength, making one or two credits is a trivial matter for him.
After hearing this, Zhao Liuli blushed, "But..." She was worried that he would be hurt
Wei Luo said again: "When the time comes, you and your elder brother Yang Zhen will live together, love each other, and won't you be envious of others?"
After all, Zhao Liuli is a girl who has not left the court. She has a thin skin and is not like Wei Luo who has been tempered by Zhao Jie to thicken. She immediately said shamefully and angrily: "You, how dare you make fun of me! Okay Ah Luo, don't think I don't I know about you and the emperor's brother."
Wei Luo was startled, "What's the matter with us?"
Zhao Liuli leaned close to her ear and whispered: "The mother's mother arranged to enter Prince Jing's mansion. Every day, the mother will call back to the palace, saying that you and the emperor will not get up until the sun. Tell me, you do something in the room every day." what?"
Now it was Wei Luo's turn to blush, pushed away Zhao Liuli who was on her body, and said firmly, "I won't tell you."
It's not Zhao Jie, it's fine to pester her at night, and he doesn't let her get up after practicing boxing during the day, hugging her with sweaty body, wiping the gun and going off, often pressing her to do it again, and then hugging her She went to take a shower in the clean room...
Wei Luo refused to say it, so Zhao Liuli insisted on forcing her to say it. After such a toss, Zhao Liuli's mood improved a lot, not as sad as it was at the beginning, and she gradually smiled.
Wei Luo chatted with her for a while, and because he drank too much tea, he led the golden thread out of the private room and went to the backyard.
Just as Wei Luo pushed the door open, she heard the door of the private room next door also open. Wei Luo didn't care, because their private room was the innermost one, and she had to pass through the next private room when she went out. She took two steps, raised her head inadvertently, and happened to meet a scorching gaze.
Li Song stood at the door of the private room, staring at her expressionlessly. Behind him was a soft and boneless girl who looked familiar, and she looked like the actor who played Du Shiniang just now.
"Master Li, why don't you leave?" the girl asked curiously.
Li Song freed a hand, pressed her face, and pushed her into the room mercilessly, with his thin lips slightly parted: "Get out."
That girl was a bit unwilling, she was tender and careless just now, why did she turn her face and deny anyone? I wanted to say something, but when I saw his sullen face, I flinched a little, and stood there blankly.
Wei Luo averted his eyes, as if he felt filthy even if he looked at it even more, and walked past Li Song.
Just as he took a step, a figure flashed in front of him, and he stood in front of him. Wei Luo frowned, and took a step to the left, who knew that Li Song also took a step to the left, she took a step to the right, and he also took a step to the right. The man's slender body stood in front of the woman, like a tall and lofty mountain, standing still.
Li Song looked down at her, and saw her long and curled eyelashes trembling, like two rows of fluttering butterflies, he was about to reach out to grab her, but she had already raised her eyelids. Those eyes contained sarcasm and contempt, the eyes that Li Song hated to see the most. For a moment, he almost wanted to blind these beautiful eyes and break her wings, so that she could no longer despise him, and could no longer push him away.
Li Song's eyes flashed, no one knew what he was thinking.