This sound attracted the attention of Wei Kun and Duke Ying. Several adults lowered their heads. Wei Kun asked in surprise, "Ah Luo? Why are you here?"
Wei Luo raised her white and translucent face, smiled brightly, and said very sensiblely, "I'm here to deliver medicine to Brother Jing Wang. Brother Jing Wang's hand is injured, just apply this medicine and it will heal."
After finishing speaking, he continued to raise his short arm, seeing that Zhao Jie would not accept it, he naturally held his big hand, opened it, and put the white glazed porcelain bottle inside. "Big brother, apply it once or twice a day, and it will be fine soon."
The little girl's voice was sweet and glutinous. Looking at it from this angle, her eyelashes were long and thick, blocking those big bright eyes. I don't know what those eyes look like now? Cunning or sincere? Zhao Jie thought about it thoughtfully, then closed his palms together, put the porcelain bottle in his bag, and smiled slightly on his lips: "How do you know that my hand is injured?"
Wei Luo shrank her shoulders, and took two steps back to meet his gaze. He was much taller than her, and her height was a big disadvantage at her age. She almost broke her neck when looking at people. There was no trace of apology on her face, and she said bluntly: "I was talking in the front hall just now, and Big Brother's sleeve fell off, and Ah Luo saw it."
It really looks like that.
With a smile, Zhao Jie reached out to touch the top of her head, rubbed her forehead with his thumb, and said with deep meaning: "Thank you, you have a heart."
His fingers were slender and strong, shining like white jade in the sunlight, like a pair of pampered hands. He inadvertently pushed aside the bangs on Wei Luo's forehead, and saw a small red mole between the little girl's eyebrows, embedded in her fair and tender face, making her look even more delicate and cute. Looking at it this way, it really looks like a little person walking out of a painting, with lips like cherries and teeth like gourd rhinoceros. Zhao Jie withdrew his gaze, didn't look any further, and walked out of the Duke's mansion together with the British Duke.
Standing in the courtyard, Wei Luo couldn't help but think, since everything was collected, it must be to forgive her, right
She couldn't figure out Zhao Jie's mind, but felt that this man was deep, complicated and unpredictable. She searched for the memories of Zhao Jie in her previous life in her mind. Zhao Jie was very intelligent, graceful, and loved by the Supreme Emperor. He was crowned king at the age of twelve, and he acted decisively and sophisticatedly, and quickly conquered a group of confidants. After the Supreme Emperor drove the crane to the west, Emperor Chongzhen didn't like his ambition, so he found an opportunity to send him to Wu Rong for training. This trip lasted for three years. Counting the days, he just came back from Wu Rong recently. . After he came back, he found that the situation in the court had changed a lot. Emperor Chongzhen vigorously supported his younger brother Zhao Zhang, and intended to make Zhao Zhang the crown prince...
If I remember correctly, Zhao Zhang is the son of Concubine Ning.
Was the emperor deceived by the lard, and wanted to establish a concubine instead of a well-behaved son
Wei Luo slandered a few words in her heart, there were too many secrets in the royal family, too complicated, and she couldn't penetrate them in a short while. Anyway, she just needs to remember that Zhao Jie will become a powerful person in the future.
After seeing off Zhao Jie, Wei Kun took Wei Luo back to Pine Garden.
The ginkgo garden hadn't stopped yet, and Mrs. Du couldn't see Wei Kun, so she tried to contact the third wife, Mrs. Liu. She vomited bitterness and tears in front of Mrs. Liu, and later invited Mrs. Liu to be a lobbyist in Pine Garden and asked Wei Kun to bring her back. She couldn't live there any longer.
Wei Kun flicked his sleeves, unmoved, "If she can't live, let her go back to Uncle Zhongyi's residence!"
How shameful would it be to be divorced and returned to her natal family while pregnant? What would other people think, they must guess that Mrs. Du had an affair with someone else, this child is not Wei Kun's, that's why Wei Kun couldn't tolerate it so much. At that time, not only Du's reputation will be ruined, but also the other girls in Uncle Zhongyi's mansion will not be able to marry!
Mrs. Liu didn't expect that after a few days, his anger still didn't dissipate at all. He took a sip of tea and persuaded, "How can Uncle Wu say that? The fifth sibling has been with you for five years anyway, and you have no credit for helping you manage the inner house for these five years." There is also hard work... Now it's just a moment of confusion, and if you do something wrong, you can just punish it, and this stalemate for a long time is not an option." She looked at Wei Luo in Wei Kun's arms, her eyes dim, "After all, the fifth sibling is pregnant again. She was pregnant, and she was supposed to have a good life, but she lived in such a place, and there was no one around her who knew the cold and the hot. If this baby was a son, Ah Luo would have another younger brother, so it would be impossible to continue live there... ”
Wei Luo didn't like the look in her eyes, it made her feel uncomfortable. So he slipped into Wei Kun's arms and ignored her.
Ah Luo's intuition is very accurate, the Liu family didn't like her in her previous life, and she is still the same in this life. Liu Shi is very kind to Wei Zheng, but not very enthusiastic towards her and Chang Hong, and sometimes even has a trace of disgust. The reason for this, Ah Luo didn't understand before, but now she can understand a little...
They were discussing how to deal with Mrs. Du in the flower hall that day. She peeked outside, and naturally saw the scene where third uncle and father had a conflict. Later, the third uncle came out of the flower hall and looked at her in a daze, as if he was looking at another person.
Ah Luo is not stupid, Third Uncle's behavior is so obvious, she is too dull if she can't guess anything.
Wei Kun didn't say anything, Wei Luo was worried that he would let go, and protested softly in his arms: "I only have one younger brother, Chang Hong, and I don't want any other younger brothers."
Her worry was not unreasonable, Wei Kun had a gentle temper and was easily swayed, and the third aunt had a gleaming mouth, and Wei Kun might be moved by a few words. How about that? That's too cheap Du Shi.
Liu Shi looked at her with a strange smile, "The son born to my wife is my younger brother, how could it be that Ah Luo didn't want it if he said no?"
Wei Luo didn't look at her, and lowered her head to twiddle Wei Kun's fingers, counting one by one and counting one by one, and muttered aggrievedly, "Ah Luo just doesn't want it."
It was probably because going back to the Huguo Temple hurt the child so much that she couldn't help shivering when Du Shi was mentioned. Seeing his distress, Wei Kun hugged Wei Luo even tighter, and said to Liu Shi: "Sister-in-law, don't try to persuade her anymore, Du Shi should be punished if she made a mistake. As for whether she will give birth to a son or a daughter, after she is born Let's talk about it again! Don't mention this matter again, third sister-in-law should go back first. "
In other words, Mrs. Du must at least live in the ginkgo garden until after the child is born
Liu's face moved slightly, everything that should be said and should not be said has been said, so there is no reason to stay. She got up to say goodbye, instead of going back directly to the third bedroom, she turned to the ginkgo garden on the way, and brought Wei Kun's words to Mrs. Du herself.
After hearing this, Du felt like thunder pierced his ears, and sat on the chair of the Eight Immortals for a long time without regaining his composure.
She will live for more than eight months, but she can't live for a day! The house here is simple, and there are only two maids around. Although the servants are not harsh on them, it is different from the previous life after all. In the past, there were dozens of maidservants in front and back, and anyone who saw her would respectfully call her the fifth lady; now she is trapped in this small courtyard, and it is difficult for her to even see her daughter. How can we accept this gap