The British government was also invited to the birthday banquet. Before Wei Luo had time to say hello to the people in the government, Wei Changhong was sitting next to Wei Chang. He left Linde Hall not long after taking the seat, and never came back. . Wei Luo thought he had gone back early, but unexpectedly he was still in the palace. Wei Luo pointed inside, and said truthfully, "I'm not feeling well. The lord went in to bid farewell to the royal father and the queen mother. We plan to return to the mansion later." After finishing speaking, he asked, "Why are you here? I saw you coming out For a long time."
Seeing her complexion, Wei Changhong couldn't help but feel a little worried, so he didn't rush in, and stood outside with her, saying: "Prince Rui advised me to take Wushi powder, but I refused with excuses, so I came out for a walk." Prince Rui was sitting beside him. In today's world, it is not uncommon for young masters of aristocratic families to take Wushi powder. It is also common to go bare-chested and backless, and it has even become a fashion. Every banquet, there is always Wushi powder to add to the fun. It's just that most of the people who take them are dissolute and deviant dandies, but those who are a little self-disciplined are not sensitive to these.
Wei Changhong knew that Wei Luo hated people who took Wushi powder. I still remember that once when they were young, they went out together, and a man with disheveled hair and open skirt came up to them. Wei Luo tightly squeezed his hand, her body trembling slightly, clearly terrified and disgusted, but still She guarded him tightly, fearing that he would have anything to do with that person. Wei Changhong would not do anything that disgusted Wei Luo, so this time Prince Rui invited him to take it together, but he firmly refused. It's just that the distance was too close, and I accidentally inhaled some powder, and my whole body became hot, so I thought of coming out to blow cold wind.
Hearing this, Wei Luo grabbed his arm nervously, raised her head and asked, "Have you taken it?"
Wei Changhong shook his head, curling the corners of his lips, "No, I just inhaled some by accident, and it will be fine when I come out to blow some air." He lowered his eyes and looked at Wei Luo's slightly protruding belly. A while ago I heard that she was pregnant, and Wei Changhong went to see her once. Zhao Jie protected her like an iron bucket, and no one else in Prince Jing's mansion was allowed to enter. When he went, Wei Luo was sleeping in the green gauze cabinet, lying on Zhao Jie's lap, sleeping peacefully. Chang Hong didn't wake her up, took a look at her and left.
Wei Luo was worried, and looked at him inside and out again, and after confirming that his body had no fever or other symptoms, he let out a long sigh of relief. Wei Luo said seriously with a sullen face, "In the future, no matter who gives you five stone powder, you are not allowed to eat it."
She absolutely didn't want to see Chang Hong who was so dejected in her previous life.
Wei Changhong rubbed her head and said with a smile, "Don't worry. I won't do anything you don't like."
After saying this, Wei Changhong's eyes fell on Wei Luo's stomach, and he asked with concern, "How is my little nephew?"
Wei Luo put her hands on her stomach, her eyes were smiling and curved into two crescent moons. "You don't know how naughty it is. It annoys me all day long, making me unable to eat or sleep well. It's getting better recently. A while ago, I couldn't even eat." Wei Luo blinked curiously when she suddenly remembered something. Tunnel: "Did you see Miss Gao when you went out just now? I think she also came out from there, but her face is a little bit bad. I don't know what happened."
Wei Changhong hesitated, and soon said with normal expression: "I see."
A gleam of light flashed in Wei Luo's eyes, and just as she was about to ask more questions, she caught a glimpse of Zhao Jie coming out of Linde Hall from the corner of her eye. Zhao Jie came to her side, tightened the big red fox fur cloak embroidered with camellia patterns on her body, glanced at Chang Hong, and said, "The Duke of England is looking for you." Then he said to Wei Luo, "Go back."
Wei Luo nodded, had no choice but to say goodbye to Wei Changhong, and followed Zhao Jie to the outside of the palace.
What Wei Luo didn't know was that Wei Changhong not only met Gao Qingyang, but also said a few words to Gao Qingyang.
Just now he was standing on the veranda outside the hall, his body was slightly hot, so he stood in the wind to blow the air. When Gao Qingyang came back from changing clothes, he happened to see him standing under the glazed tiles, with his sleeves flapping in the wind. He was handsome and handsome. Gao Qingyang involuntarily took a second look, and was about to leave, but saw him slowly sitting down leaning against the porch pillar, with his eyes closed, his brows slightly frowned, and he looked uncomfortable.
Gao Qingyang looked around and saw that he didn't bring any guards with him. After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay?"
Wei Changhong didn't answer, but kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to talk, although the heat in his body dissipated, he was still a little dizzy. He heard a voice in his ear, but he didn't bother to raise his eyelids and continued to pretend to be asleep.
Gao Qingyang thought he was unconscious, thought for a while, and said to the maid beside her, "Go and invite the imperial physician."
The servant girl agreed and turned around to leave.
"No need." Wei Changhong finally opened his eyes, and looked at Gao Qingyang with dark and distant eyes, perhaps annoyed that she disturbed his quietness, and said in a bad tone: "Young lady is too lenient."
Gao Qingyang was treated like a donkey for her good intentions, she pursed her cherry lips and looked at Wei Changhong, and counterattacked calmly: "Young master is clearly awake, but he ignores my words, and his education is also very good." She called the maid back , before leaving, he glanced at Wei Changhong and said: "Five stone astigmatism can't be dissipated by blowing the heat, so it's better for you to take less."
Gao Qingyang's father also took Wushi Powder, so he was very familiar with the taste of this stuff. Just now when Wei Changhong was standing in the air, she guessed seven or eight points. Gao Qingyang knew that he was Wei Luo's younger brother, because the two had the same birth, this face was really recognizable. The last sentence was just a kind reminder.
Wei Changhong didn't respond, and closed his eyes again, wondering if he had listened to her words.
This was the reason why Gao Qingyang looked unhappy when Wei Luo met Gao Qingyang.
The maid wearing the green skirt complained: "Miss, that person is too ignorant."
Gao Qingyang returned to Linde Hall, sat beside Mrs. Zhen Guogong, and did not speak. She was not a cheerful person in the first place. The two girls in Zhen Guogong's mansion have very different temperaments. Gao Danyang is delicate and willful, while Gao Qingyang is calm and calm. She was so angry about it that she soon stopped caring. It's just that after this incident, she remembered that when she was young, there was a banquet in the palace, and she had a conflict with Wei Luo, and she grabbed the peanuts on the table and wanted to throw them at Wei Luo. She was at an unreasonable age at that time, and she was spoiled by her family, and she lost her temper when things went wrong. Later, Wei Changhong rushed out, grabbed her hand and said "No" with a serious face.
Although this matter has been in the past for a long time, it is not worth mentioning again, but it can also show that she and Wei Changhong really have conflicting personalities.
Not long after Emperor Chongzhen's birthday banquet was over, there was a heavy snowfall in Shengjing City. The snowflakes flew like rubbing cotton and flakes, and it fell for a whole day and night. The next day, Wei Luo opened the Linghua door and looked outside, and saw that the yard was covered with a thick layer of snow. The plum blossoms in the yard were bent by the snow, and the servants shuttled in the yard, stepping on the snow with their cotton boots, making a "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound.
Wei Luo stood by the door holding a hollowed-out, chiseled, melon-shaped copper hand stove, breathed out a mouthful of mist, and exclaimed, "What a heavy snow."
Zhao Jie came out of the room, took out a cloak with an ivory-white border embroidered with crabapple patterns, and put it on her, "Would you be afraid of freezing if you run outside without proper clothes?"
Wei Luo put on her cloak and walked around the yard. Because the weather was too cold, Zhao Jie didn't let her stay outside, and brought her back to the house after burning incense. Wei Luo asked Zhao Jie, "Are you going to Shenji Camp today?"
Holding the copper fire chopsticks in his hand, Zhao Jie picked up the incense ashes in Wei Luo's hand stove, "I won't go, it will be New Year's Eve in a few days, I will stay at home with you."
Wei Luo took out a newly made sweet-scented osmanthus pancake this year, broke it into two pieces and put it in the hand stove. When the hand stove burned for a while, it could cover the smell of burning coal. She raised her red face, her watery eyes smiled, "You don't have to accompany me, the little watermelon has behaved a lot in the past few days, and doesn't bother me anymore, I seldom vomit after eating."
Wei Luo called their child "little watermelon" because she felt that her belly was bulging, as if she had raised a watermelon, and gradually it came to be called a syllable.
Wei Luo knew that Zhao Jie was very busy recently. Emperor Chongzhen intends to establish a reserve, Zhao Jie is the only candidate, and he deserves it. It's just that several ministers in the court strongly opposed it. They played to the emperor, saying that Zhao Jie was cruel by nature, tyrannical and unkind, and it was difficult to convince the public. If the world falls into his hands in the future, how can people feel at ease if he uses ruthless tactics and hits or kills? In the future, won't the common people be in panic every day, living in dire straits? Emperor Chongzhen was stumped by these officials, and listened to their nagging in his ears every day, so he had to put the matter on hold for the time being and discuss it later.
Wei Luo knew that Zhao Jie was in a bad mood these past few days, he would frown even when he slept at night, and Wei Luo calmed him down several times. But Zhao Jie never showed it in front of her, he pampered her as always every day, if she didn't often enter the palace, he might have really concealed it.
Empress Chen slipped her tongue once and talked about the court affairs, Wei Luo took it to heart. Afterwards, I asked Zhu Geng to know the cause and effect.
Wei Luo supported Zhao Jie's shoulders and sat up straight, trying to be at eye level with him, and said seriously: "No matter what you do, I believe it makes sense. Brother, don't care what other people say. They say you are cruel, that is Because they have never seen your gentle appearance. You don't live with them, and I will be the one who will accompany you for the rest of your life. I know how good you are." She lowered her head, her forehead was close to Zhao Jie's, black His eyes were bright and bright, "Anyway, no matter what you do, I will support you."
Zhao Jie stared at her motionlessly, with dark pupils.
Wei Luo was terrified by him, so she backed away a little, "Why, I'm not right?"
Zhao Jie got up and pressed Wei Luo under him, pecked her cheek, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and said in a low voice, "No, my Ah Luo is quite right."
Zhao Jie's lips moved down, touched Wei Luo's lips, held them, and gently sucked the kiss. This kiss was gentle and lingering, without any lust, just because he wanted to kiss her. Zhao Jie thought that he would probably never let go of this little girl in his life.