Years later, the structure of the court was in turmoil.
The seventh princess, Zhao Linlang, married Zhou Yuran, the distant nephew of Princess Rui. This Zhou Yuran was Tan Hualang two years ago, and now he works in the household department. He has a dignified personality and a handsome appearance. It is said that Zhao Linlang personally spoke to Emperor Chongzhen, and threatened that he would not marry him. Emperor Chongzhen thought about it for two days, and then asked Zhou Yuran for his opinion in private. Zhou Yuran did not refuse that time, and the marriage was finalized.
Not long after Zhao Linlang and Zhou Yuran got married, Prince Rui Zhao Qiqing teamed up with the sixth prince Zhao Zhang and communicated in private, together with several ministers in the court to impeach Zhao Jie, intending to prevent Emperor Chongzhen from establishing a heir. These two people have their own ulterior motives, and they are both eyeing the throne, and now they can come together because they want to get rid of Zhao Jie, the biggest enemy.
Zhao Qiqing's thoughts are clearly revealed, as early as when Emperor Chongzhen came to the throne, he was not angry. Now, after waiting for so many years, it was hard to wait for a good opportunity, so I couldn't miss it. Zhao Qiqing had never taken Zhao Zhang seriously. When Zhao Jie was dealt with, it would be effortless to deal with Zhao Zhang. He could be charged with any crime at will. At that time, the whole Daliang would be his world.
Zhao Qiqing's wishful thinking was "slapping", but Zhao Jie had already known the actions of the two of them like the palm of his hand.
The court was turbulent, and Zhao Jie happened to stay in the mansion to accompany Wei Luo, and his life was very quiet.
Seeing that he did not respond, the ministers who impeached him were anxious and worried, wondering if he had some tricks; at the same time, they continued to speak to Emperor Chongzhen without fear of death, feeling very conflicted.
This room, Zhao Jie is sitting in the study, after listening to Zhu Geng's narration of what happened recently, he folded his hands in front of him, his black pupils were calm, and his thin lips curled up into a smile for a while, thoughtfully Said: "The old fox King Rui wants to get a piece of the pie, it depends on whether the king agrees or not."
Standing side by side, Zhu Geng and Yang Hao asked respectfully, "My lord, what should we do now?"
Zhao Jie raised the corner of his mouth, "Let's just wait and see what happens." After speaking, he turned his thumb's jade finger, and slowly ordered: "Who are the ministers who impeached this king?"
Zhu Geng said: "Headed by Yang Taiwei, there are also people from the household department." In addition, he mentioned a few names, most of whom were former fans of Zhao Zhang.
Zhao Jie nodded and said: "Continue to secretly monitor these people and report all the movements to this king." Immediately waved his hand and ordered: "Go down."
Zhu Geng and Yang Hao should be, obediently exit the study.
Zhao Jie sat in the study for a while, then got up and went back to the main room. The weather is getting warmer, and the spring flowers are blooming in the courtyard. The jade stamen tree in the courtyard is blooming, and the flowers are pleasantly fragrant. When Zhao Jie returned to the room, he saw Wei Luo sitting on the couch by the window, and on the small table with red lacquer inlaid with mother-of-pearl, there were some small clothes and shoes. Wei Luo held a gold inlaid Yu Wufu necklace in her left hand, and a blue unicorn gift lock with silver dots in her right hand. She looked at it carefully, and when she saw Zhao Jie coming in from the outside, she raised the things in her hand and asked, "Hey, big brother." , which of these two things do you think is better?"
Zhao Jie sat beside her, stretched out his hand to wrap her in his arms, and kissed the top of her head, "It's almost the same."
Wei Luo felt that his answer was too perfunctory, and murmured, "Yu Rong and Brother Chang Yin's child was born a few days ago, I want to go and see it. As the child's aunt, I always want to give some gifts..."
Three days ago, Liang Yurong went into labor and gave birth to a little girl. Wei Luo thought that Liang Yurong must have been weak for the first two days, so she postponed it for two days, and didn't plan to see her until today.
Zhao Jie put his hand on her stomach and said with a smile, "What about these clothes and shoes?"
Wei Luo's stomach was just six months old, and it was as round as a half-ripe little watermelon. Now that she was standing in front of the bronze mirror, she could no longer see her own toes. And I can often feel the baby moving around in the stomach, sometimes it is turning over, sometimes it stretches out its arms and kicks, if the movement is a little louder, Wei Luo will have a stomachache and calf cramps. Wei Luo often said that it was so naughty, that it would definitely be a son when it was born.
Wei Luo said: "These clothes were sent by my fourth aunt, and she sewed them herself. I didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, so I sewed five sets each. You see, my fourth aunt's embroidery is much better than mine. .”
Zhao Jie chuckled and rubbed the top of her head, "Don't worry, even if you don't need it this time, you will need it in the future."
They will have both sons and daughters.
Wei Luo nodded, as if she agreed with this sentence.
In the afternoon, I went back to the British government. Liang Yurong was very weak and was lying on the bed for confinement. Wei Luo said a few words to her so as not to disturb her rest, so she left the room. Liang Yurong gave birth to a girl, small, with delicate and beautiful features. Wei Luo hugged her carefully for a while, and the little girl woke up, opened her moist and bright eyes, and started crying with a grin.
Wei Changyin took his daughter over, and deftly supported his neck with one hand and waist with the other, hugged and coaxed her, and the little one really stopped crying soon. Wei Changyin slightly bent his lips and said with a smile: "She is very timid, she must be admitting her new life."
When he said this, Wei Changyin's face was full of the joy of being a father for the first time.
Wei Luo said a few words of congratulations with a smile, and gave him a red seal and a blue longevity lock with silver dots. She didn't stay long, and returned to Prince Jing's mansion that day.
Perhaps it was because after she was pregnant, she had nothing to do every day except raise the baby. Wei Luo felt that the days passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day when Zhao Liuli and Yang Zhen got married.
It was early summer, and the weather wasn't too hot. Wei Luo wore a bright red silk blouse embroidered with butterflies and a pleated pomegranate skirt, and entered the palace with a big belly.
When they arrived at the Chenhua Palace, Zhao Liuli was sitting in front of the bronze mirror with double luan flower and bird patterns, with a phoenix crown and a robe, black hair and red lips, everything was ready. Seeing Wei Luo come in, Zhao Liuli even blinked, bent her eyes and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, I still think you're not coming."
Wei Luo said, "Today is your wedding day, how could I not come?"
Zhao Liuli looked at Wei Luo's stomach, and said, "You are about to give birth, it's dangerous to come out, it's better to sit at home."
Wei Luo is only seven months old now, and her belly looks big, but it's still too early to give birth. Wei Luo took a look at her and joked, "It's said that a bride should cry in marriage. Why are you so happy? Wouldn't it be sad if the queen mother saw it?"
Having said that, Zhao Liuli restrained himself immediately. She pretended to be serious, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was unbearable, she couldn't hold back any longer, and muttered: "When I think that I will marry brother Yang Zhen soon, it's too late to be happy, how can I cry?" Woolen cloth!"
Wei Luo had never seen someone so honest, and couldn't help laughing "puchi".
Not long after, Empress Chen walked into Chenhua Hall in a beautiful dress. The Caiyu outside the palace were all ready, waiting for the princess to leave, Empress Chen felt very sad, thinking that the daughter she raised so hard would soon belong to someone else's family, her eyes turned red, and she shed tears in front of Zhao Liuli . But Zhao Liuli was terrified, the person who said he couldn't cry just now, now the tears rolled down, and he almost cried out of breath.
With great difficulty, Mother Qiu persuaded the two of them, hurriedly put on Zhao Liuli's makeup, and sent her to Caiyu.
The mansion where Yang Zhen welcomed his relatives had already been waiting outside the palace, and as soon as Cai Yu came out, he rushed to Yang's mansion. Yang's Mansion is located in the southwest of Shengjing City. From the Imperial Palace to Yang's Mansion, almost half of Shengjing City is spared. The common people on both sides of the road came out to watch the excitement. Emperor Chongzhen's favorite princess got married, and everyone was happy.
Zhao Liuli was sitting in the sedan chair, holding a jade ruyi in her hand, she felt herself staggering, and after a long time, the sedan chair finally stopped. She took one end of the red silk and followed Yang Zhen into the mansion. Yang Zhen had no parents, only a distant uncle. The two worshiped heaven and earth, and Zhao Liuli was surrounded by a group of people and sent into the bridal chamber.
The bridal chamber was decorated very festively, with red curtains, red candles, and red quilts, all eyes were filled with red. Even when Yang Zhen used Yu Ruyi to pick up the golden hijab, Zhao Liuli's face was also bright red.
A smile finally appeared on Yang Zhen's face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, his handsome face was smiling, and his eyes were focused, looking straight at Zhao Liuli. He didn't come back to his senses until Mrs. Quan Fu urged him to drink the wine. A few wives laughed and said: "The groom's eyes are so straight, our princess is so beautiful."
Zhao Liuli lowered her eyes, her pretty face flushed.
After finishing drinking the wine, Yang Zhen went outside to entertain the guests.
Several wives talked to Zhao Liuli, and Zhao Liuli sat quietly, occasionally responding with a sentence or two. Not long after the wives left, Zhao Liuli sat for a while, and Yun Zi, the dowry maid, asked, "Your Highness, are you taking a bath and changing clothes now?"
Zhao Liuli shook her head and said, "I'll wait a little longer." She wanted to wait for Yang Zhen to come back.
Yun Zi asked again: "You haven't eaten all day, may this servant go to the kitchen and bring you something?"
Maybe she was too hungry, but Zhao Liuli didn't feel very hungry right now. She shook her head and said, "No need."
Yun Zi had no choice but to give up.
Zhao Liuli leaned against the carved shelf beside the bed, slowly closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep. When Yang Zhen came back after dealing with the guests, he saw this scene. The little girl in a costume sleeps peacefully, her long eyelashes hang down like two perched butterfly wings, her lips are slightly parted, and her nose is fluttering. She must be exhausted all day, and she doesn’t even know she’s walking by her side .
Yang Zhen bent down, his face was only half an inch away from Zhao Liuli. He looked at her quietly, then lowered his head, his thin lips were printed on her pink and soft lips, and he gently sucked the kiss in his mouth.
Zhao Liuli finally had a reaction, slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Yang Zhen's face close at hand. She was startled, subconsciously leaned back, Yang Zhen followed closely, put his arms around her waist, and took advantage of the situation to press her on the silk quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks in red.
Yang Zhen pressed against her ear, smelled of alcohol, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, you are finally mine."
Zhao Liuli's ears turned red for no reason. Perhaps because of drinking, Yang Zhen was particularly aggressive tonight. Although he still called her "Your Highness", his attitude towards her was not as well-behaved as before.
"Yang Zhen, let me get up first..." Zhao Liuli said, she hadn't changed her clothes yet.
But Yang Zhen couldn't wait to cover her lips, eagerly and piously tracing the shape of her lips, at the same time, his scorching palms also poked in from under her wedding dress.