After all, the carriage was not as fast as a well-trained war horse, and Yang Zhen caught up with the canopy carriage in front of him after a while.
Yang Zhen rode his horse in front of the carriage, staring straight at the blue curtain embroidered with gold silk patterns.
The coachman hastily tightened the reins and shouted "Woo" hastily.
"Your Highness, are you here to see me?" Yang Zhen asked through the curtain, his voice was very low, and he spoke very slowly.
Zhao Liuli was angry at the moment, and when she heard this sentence, tears fell down. She didn't know who she was angry with, was she angry with Yang Zhen and the two captives, or was she angry with Master Zhou's words? Although Yang Zhen confiscated the two girls, but he has been in eastern Guangdong for so long, who knows if he has touched other women? Besides, Mr. Zhou also said that the girls in eastern Guangdong are all beautiful, what if he loses control and has an affair with other women? As long as she thought about it, Zhao Liuli felt even more uncomfortable. She wiped her tears with her fingers and said to the coachman without lifting the curtain, "Who told you to stop? Go on, I want to go back to the palace."
The coachman dared not refuse, so he had no choice but to take up the reins, bypass Yang Zhen, and start on the road again.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the carriage came to Yang Zhen's side, Yang Zhen leaned over and grabbed the reins from the driver's hand. With a little effort, the carriage stopped firmly at the side of the road.
Zhao Liuli staggered in the carriage, finally willing to lift the curtain, looked at Yang Zhen and said, "I said I want to go back to the palace."
Yang Zhen didn't move, his eyes were glued to her delicate face, as if he couldn't see it.
After all, Zhao Liuli was a princess, so she put on airs and said, "You don't listen to me now, do you?"
Yang Zhen looked at her, "Is Your Highness here to see me?" He was very obsessed with this question.
Zhao Liuli's eyes were red, she turned her head and said, "No, I'm just passing by here with Ah Luo."
Who would pass by the gate of the barracks for no reason? Yang Zhen remained silent, his fingers tightly grasping the reins of the carriage, and staring at Zhao Liuli. Just now when he saw her at the gate of the jade building, at that moment his heart, which had been silent for a long time, resurfaced. In the past three months, he seemed to have no emotions, only one thought, and that was to come back and marry Liuli after making meritorious service. So he regarded himself as a cold blade, sent troops to suppress the rebellion without sleep, and never felt tired. Only when he saw Zhao Liuli did he feel like a human being, with emotions, sorrows, joys, and lingering concerns. All he did was for her.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhao Liuli glanced at his hand holding the rein and ordered, "Let go."
This time Yang Zhen didn't listen to her, but leaned over and put his arms around her waist, raised her domineeringly, and lifted her onto the horse's back.
Zhao Liuli opened her eyes in surprise, and wanted to go down: "What are you doing?"
Yang Zhen clasped her waist tightly, not letting her move, "I have something to tell His Highness."
As he spoke, he pulled the rein and ran towards the woods.
Wei Luo watched a good show from beginning to end, and was thinking about whether to go into the woods to take a peek, but heard a sound of hoofbeats coming from outside. Wei Luo lifted the curtain and looked out, and saw a group of people riding towards her, Zhao Jie walked in the front, tightened the reins and stopped firmly in front of her.
Wei Luo asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Zhao Jie carried her onto the horse's back, squeezed her waist, and asked, "I still want to ask you, why did you come here?"
Wei Luo sat on the back of Zhao Jie's horse, and behind him a dozen soldiers in silver armor got off their horses and saluted her.
"Liu Li wanted to see Yang Zhen, so I came with her." Wei Luo shrank into Zhao Jie's arms and asked, "Who are they?"
Zhao Jie said: "They are all from Shenji Battalion. I heard that you came to the military camp after I finished my business. I was afraid of any accident, so I brought some people over."
Wei Luo nodded with comprehension, looked deep into the forest and said, "Big brother, nothing will happen to Liuli, right?"
This forest looks strangely hidden, presumably no one has entered or exited for a long time.
Zhao Jie narrowed his eyes. He knew about Yang Zhen and Zhao Liuli's affairs. He kept turning a blind eye before. It was because he believed that Yang Zhen's talent would become a great weapon in time. It's just that he hijacked his sister in broad daylight, but he was a little bolder. He ordered the two people in the Shenji Camp to say: "You stay here and guard. If Yang Zhen comes out, escort him to this king."
The two said yes in unison.
Deep in the woods.
Zhao Liuli only felt that they ran a long way, but Yang Zhen still had no intention of stopping. The surrounding trees are getting denser and more chaotic, covering the sky and the sun, the sound of horseshoes stepping on the soil is very clear, and the sound of running water seems to be heard in the ears, as if suddenly there are only two of them left in the world Quiet, only the sound of her and Yang Zhen's breathing remained.
The tears in Zhao Liuli's eyes dried up, and her anger subsided a lot, but she kept her face sullen, unwilling to give in first.
Yang Zhen finally stopped by a stream, the stream was clear, meandering down from the top of the mountain, the spring water was tinkling, so clean that one could clearly see the reflection on the water surface. Yang Zhen walked slowly along the stream, Zhao Liuli lowered her head inadvertently, and saw two people reflected on the water surface, the tall and heroic man hugged the slender and petite girl, Yang Zhen's arm was across her waist, both The people are close to each other, as close as the posture can be.
Zhao Liuli blushed and looked away, but couldn't help but peek at Yang Zhen's reflection. He has changed so much. If he was a taciturn boy before, now he is a silent and steady man. Zhao Liuli stared blankly, but suddenly remembered the scene he had seen before, and couldn't help pursing his lips. He had tasted the taste of a little girl, and he would naturally become a man.
Thinking about it this way made me feel very uncomfortable.
Seeing her lowering her head, Yang Zhen didn't know what she was thinking. He looked at the top of her hair. He was never good at words, but now he had to think about how to coax her. But before he could make up his mind, Zhao Liuli said, "If Brother Yang Zhen meets someone he likes in Eastern Guangdong, he should marry her. Anyway, we have no fate."
Yang Zhen's arms tightened, his body trembled slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I haven't met any woman in eastern Guangdong." He didn't even want to marry another woman, he only wanted to marry her from the beginning to the end.
Zhao Liuli still didn't look at him, drooping her head. "The letter you wrote earlier also said that I should marry someone else."
She pulled the mane on the horse's back, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't you mean to part ways? If I marry someone else, you can marry another girl." The more she said, the more she felt that it was very possible, and she was angry. Said: "That's good too. It just so happens that my mother is choosing a son-in-law for me. There are several families with good character. If I nod, my mother will arrange a marriage for me soon."
Parted ways. Choose a consort.
Yang Zhen stopped, held Zhao Liuli in his arms and turned around, hugged her tightly into his chest, and said slowly and hoarsely: "Impossible."
Zhao Liuli felt that his waist was about to be broken by him. He went to the east of Guangdong, how did his hands become so strong? The little princess blinked, still angry. "Why not? Someone gave you two captives just now. I saw them all. They are very beautiful. You already have other women. Why should I guard you obediently?"
Yang Zhen explained clumsily: "I didn't want it."
Zhao Liuli lay on his chest, and heard his heart beating violently, "thump, boom," which didn't match his calm face at all. "Do you have any other women in eastern Guangdong?"
Yang Zhen almost embedded her in his body and said, "No."
Zhao Liuli looked up at him, but could only see his firm chin and knife-sharpened outline, but not his eyes. "Then have you thought about me?"
Yang Zhen hugged her and did not speak. His missing of her could not be expressed clearly in words.
Of course he misses her, every moment of life and death is because of thinking about her to survive.
It's just that Zhao Liuli couldn't wait for his answer, so she pushed him away when she got angry, and was about to jump off the horse, "I don't want to forget it, I want to go back, let me go."
How could Yang Zhen let her go. He supported her waist to prevent her from falling off the horse, and said, "Thought about it."
Zhao Liuli was persistent, "How much do you want?"
Yang Zhen looked at her silently, his black pupils were dark, as if something was brewing. Before Zhao Liuli could react, he held her small face, bowed his head and kissed her. Lips and teeth were glued together, but this time Yang Zhen didn't care about the courtesies of the monarch and ministers, pushed Zhao Liuli's lips, and rushed in impatiently. Maybe it's because I haven't tasted her for a long time, and I couldn't hold it back at the beginning. Yang Zhen was like a wild wolf who had been hungry for a long time. He caught the little white rabbit and gnawed it vigorously. The sound was so loud that Zhao Liuli blushed. up.
After a long time, Zhao Liuli's mouth and tongue became numb, and the transparent body fluid slid down to his chin. Yang Zhen lingered on her lips for a while, then lowered his head, and licked all the fluid from her chin.
Yang Zhen supported her waist with fiery palms, and whispered in her ear: "I think so."
Zhao Liuli's face was blushing, she bit her lower lip, but it was all his smell.
The little princess' eyes fluttered, and she looked bright, she was much more honest after being kissed hard, and she didn't say she was going back to the palace.
Yang Zhen needed a lot of forbearance in order to restrain his hands from violating her. He said: "Liuli, don't marry someone else."
Zhao Liuli put her arms around his waist, buried her cheek in his hard chest, "You said so in the letter."
Yang Zhen paused, and then said: "I was injured at the time, and my life was in danger." In fact, he regretted it after writing the letter.
Only then did Zhao Liuli think of this incident. She remembered that when he said that the injury was on her chest, she quickly raised her head, "What about now? Is the injury healed?"
Yang Zhen nodded, took her hand and put it on her left chest, "It's already fine, it's okay."
Because he didn't want to hide anything, he told Zhao Liuli all about the situation at that time.
When their army attacked the leader of the rebel army, several people from the other side surrounded and intercepted Yang Zhen alone. Yang Zhen was outnumbered and shot an arrow in the chest. The arrow was only half an inch away from Yang Zhen's heart, and the arrow was poisoned, Yang Zhen fell into a coma, and several doctors worked closely for two days and two nights to save his life. At that time, he really thought that he couldn't bear it, and it happened that Zhao Jie sent someone to inquire about his whereabouts, so he wrote a letter, and only then did the above sentence come into being.
After writing the letter, he regretted it, he was reluctant to give Zhao Liuli to anyone. So with a strong mind, he actually resisted and survived, and the fever subsided on the third morning. Several doctors said that it was a miracle that he survived.
So far, although the residual poison of the wound has been cleared, it has not yet fully healed. Yang Zhen didn't tell Zhao Liuli about this.
He said it lightly, but Zhao Liuli knew that he must have had a hard time at that time, otherwise he wouldn't have said that kind of thing. "Let me see your wound." She was worried.
Yang Zhen held her hand and said, "It's really all right."
How could Zhao Liuli know how to listen? The two got off their horses. She pinned him on a smooth and flat stone by the stream, and pulled off his shirt to check for injuries.
Yang Zhen stared at her intently, seemingly helpless, but there was an imperceptible smile in his eyes.
Zhao Liuli saw the hideous and terrifying scar at a glance, the wound had just scabbed over, perhaps the wound was separated during detoxification, and the surface was criss-crossed, making one feel terrified. She touched the tender flesh that had just grown around her, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Yang Zhen shook his head.
Apart from his chest, Yang Zhen had several scars on his body, either deep or shallow, both new and old. Zhao Liuli glared at him dissatisfied, "Brother Yang Zhen is still smiling, look at your wounds, how do you take care of yourself? Don't you take your own life seriously?" What's wrong, she didn't come back, what should she do
Yang Zhen lifted his skirt and pulled her into his arms, "I will pay attention to it later."
Zhao Liuli sniffed and snuggled into his arms obediently. She thought, forget it, as long as he comes back properly, she can take care of him by herself in the future.
Spring is in harmony, and the roses and peonies in the backyard are blooming. Wei Luo wanted to make a new rouge, so he called Jinlu and Bai Lan, and they went to the backyard to pick flower petals with a pot with a bucket pattern in their hands.
Yang Zhen came over half an hour ago and was talking to Zhao Jie in the study.
Wei Luo picked more than half of the jar of peonies, asked Jin Lu to bring a basin of clean water, and poured the petals into the copper bowl to start cleaning.
Half an hour later, Wei Luo finished washing the petals and was about to steam them in the sun.
After Zhao Jie finished talking about business, he didn't see Wei Luo when he returned to the house. He learned that she was drying flower petals in the backyard, so he walked over. A layer of bamboo mats was spread beside the flowerbed. The little girl was kneeling on the bamboo mats, twisting a petal into her mouth, tasting the taste, she rolled her black and bright eyes, and said to the golden thread, "Go and get some more." Honey and mica."
Jin Lu went away at the sound, and hurriedly saluted Zhao Jie: "My lord."
Wei Luo turned her head when she heard the sound, and asked, "Have you finished talking with Yang Zhen?"
Zhao Jie walked up to her, grabbed her bright wrist, lowered his head to lick off the flower juice from her fingertips, and asked without answering, "Are the petals delicious?"
Wei Luo blinked, "It tastes sweet."
"I'll try it too." As he spoke, he reached out his hand to the back of Wei Luo's head and kissed it irresistibly.
After he pried open Wei Luo's lips and teeth and tasted it inside and out, he commented: "It's not as delicious as egg custard."
Wei Luo pushed him away, pursed her lips and said, "Bai Lan is still here."
Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned her head, Bai Lan tactfully left with Jin Lu.