Wei Luo was in a daze, not knowing how to answer.
She looked at Zhao Jie, with a confused expression on her face for the first time. She didn't think so much when she came here, she just wanted to vent her anger for Chang Hong, she was so angry that she didn't even care about her foot injury. But now someone was standing in front of her, caring worriedly about her foot injury, she felt a little moved. She sniffed and called, "Big brother..."
Zhao Jie gave a low "hmm", the little girl's eyes were red, he thought her ankle was hurting, and was about to hug her up. Who would have thought that she opened her hands, looked at him and said, "Hold me."
Zhao Jie's heart suddenly softened, and he couldn't be more affectionate. He said yes, leaned over and hugged her into his arms, put one arm around her waist, and pressed her head with the other, and pressed her tightly against his chest.
How could he not agree to such a small request? Besides, he had long wanted to hug her.
The little girl's body was fragrant and soft, and she huddled in his arms with nostalgia, in a gesture of absolute dependence. At this moment, Zhao Jie almost thought that she understood his thoughts, and she even longed for him just as he longed for her. But after a while, the delicate body in his arms moved, pulled out, stood in front of him with a smile, and said as if nothing happened: "Okay, I've got enough energy."
The bosom suddenly emptied, leaving only her fragrance and a little residual warmth. Zhao Jie regretted it in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He was very funny with her jokes: "What kind of energy? Where did you learn this?"
She clasped his shoulder with one hand, supporting half of her body weight, "I saw it in the book."
There are similar plots in those supernatural stories. The banshee sucks the man's energy, and the man will die from exhaustion, leaving only withered. Zhao Jie patted her head, her eyes darkened, does she really know what it means to absorb energy? If she wants to suck his energy away, a hug is far from enough, there are many things she can do. In the future, she will know that it is not as simple as hugging.
Zhao Jie didn't want her to stand for too long, so he leaned over and picked her up horizontally, and walked to his yard on the other side.
Wei Luo embraced his shoulders, and seeing that the direction was wrong, she hurriedly reminded him: "Chang Hong, big brother, I'm going to see Chang Hong."
Zhao Jie paused, had no choice but to turn around and take her to see Chang Hong.
On the way, Wei Luo lay in his arms, saw him looking ahead, and asked slowly, "Ah Luo, why do you hate Li Song?"
Wei Luo lowered her eyes, remembering the moment when the hairpin pierced Li Song's chest just now, her voice became cold: "He always hurts Chang Hong, Chang Hong is my younger brother, no one can hurt him."
Since she was a child, she seems to have been involved with Li Song constantly. It used to be a small fight, but now that it's grown up, it's not good to keep pestering. Zhao Jie remained silent. He was standing at the door just now and saw the scene of Wei Luo rubbing his toes against Li Song's ear. It was so intimate that he wanted to kill Li Song in an instant. He knew that Wei Luo couldn't possibly like Li Song, but he still couldn't control his possessiveness.
Wei Luo belonged to him, and no one else could get involved with it except him.
Wei Luo softly asked him if he knew what happened on the hunting ground today, and he nodded: "The servant told me just now."
Li Song shot Wei Changhong, but fortunately the wound was not critical and his life was not in danger. He felt that things were not as simple as they appeared on the surface. Although Li Song had bullied Wei Changhong when he was a child, he had no reason to shoot Chang Hong now, and it was still under such a situation where everyone was watching and no one could argue. Zhao Jie knew Li Song well. Although he was rebellious, he was not the kind of impulsive and reckless person. The inside story of this has yet to be investigated.
As Zhao Jie walked, he comforted the little girl in his arms: "If this kind of thing happens in the future, please tell me first. This king will help you solve it, don't do it alone."
While talking, he had come to Chang Hong's yard, he carried her into the flower hall behind the main room, put her on the black nanmu Eight Immortals chair, knelt down and rubbed her ankles and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Wei Luo shrank back, "It hurt just now, but it doesn't hurt so much now..." She tilted her head to look at him, her big black eyes shining brightly, filled with curiosity, "Can you help me with anything? No matter what I do, you help me?"
Zhao Jie thought her appearance was too cute, couldn't help but lifted his lips and smiled, pinched her tender little face and said, "I will help you with everything."
She looked at him with surprise and astonishment, as if she didn't believe his words.
But he didn't explain much, he got up and asked the people in the yard to go to the kitchen to bring a basin of hot water and rub her ankles.
The bruise on Wei Luo's ankle hadn't dissipated, and after walking so many steps just now, her eyes were even more swollen. After Zhao Jie warmed her up, he rubbed her with last night's medicinal wine, and her pain eased a lot.
She was about to put on the shoes by herself, but Zhao Jie pressed her calf and said, "Don't move around, I'll do it."
But he did everything, even helping her put on her shoes, isn't it too good? He is a prince, is it really good to always do this kind of thing for her? Wei Luo subconsciously looked for Zhu Geng, and asked him to persuade Zhao Jie, who knew that Zhu Geng had already stood at the door with his back to them, and was used to such things.
Holding the white silk socks, Wei Luo insisted, "I'll do it myself..."
Seeing her persistence, Zhao Jie smiled, let go of her and said, "Okay."
She bent down and put on her shoes and socks, finally breathing a sigh of relief. After arriving first, she had to go to the inner room to see Chang Hong, and suddenly encountered difficulties again, her feet could no longer walk on the ground, how should she get there
Zhao Jie stood in front of her with a smile on his face. Seeing her pursing her pink lips, he couldn't help asking: "Are you going by yourself, or should I hug you?"
She raised her eyes and said nothing.
Zhao Jie smiled softly, finally came to her and picked her up, leading her to the inner room.
In the inner room, two doctors have treated Chang Hong's wound. The bleeding has stopped, but the person has not yet woken up. The doctor said that he may have a fever at night, and he will be fed a bowl of medicine at that time, and he will be fine when he wakes up the next morning.
Liang Yu stayed by the bed the whole time, seeing Zhao Jie coming in with Wei Luo in his arms, he couldn't help being stunned, and saluted with fists together: "See Your Highness Prince Jing."
Zhao Jie put Wei Luo on the rosewood embroidered pier, thought for a while, and for the sake of her reputation, he explained: "Ah Luo's ankle is sprained and she can't get off the ground, so this king carried her here."
Liang Yu suddenly realized, and without thinking too much, he stepped aside and gave Wei Luo his seat.
Wei Luo looked at Chang Hong who was lying on the bed, her nose sore, and she couldn't help but hold the hand by his side. She was fine last night, standing in front of her and complaining to her about Zhao Jie, who knew it would turn out like this in a day... She tilted her head and wiped her tears on her sleeves, her childish movements were not the same as the viciousness of hurting someone with a hairpin just now It's like two different people.
At night, Chang Hong really felt hot, sweating all over, and talking nonsense. Wei Luo was terribly worried, and hurriedly asked his servants to decoct the medicine, and then he was relieved after watching him drink it himself.
Fortunately, he felt much better after taking the medicine, and continued to sleep until he woke up the next morning.
Wei Luo was tormented so much that night, she didn't close her eyes for almost the whole night, and stayed by his bedside every step of the way, for fear that any accident would happen to him. Zhao Jie was by the side, and asked her to go back to rest several times, but she shook her head stubbornly, refusing to leave no matter what. It wasn't until the morning sun was slightly dewed, and the mountain was covered with a faint twilight, that she finally fell asleep lying on the head of the bed exhausted.
Zhao Jie stepped forward, picked her up horizontally, looked at Chang Hong who was already awake on the bed, and said in a deep voice, "Heal your wounds well, and King Ah Luoben will take her away first." Before leaving, he added: "The doctor said that you have some blood on your body. You are injured, you should not move, and I will arrange for someone to take you back to your residence tomorrow morning."
After speaking, he turned around and left.
Chang Hong lay on the bed with a pale handsome face, watching the back of Zhao Jie carrying Ah Luo and leaving, without looking away for a long time.
The winner of this year's hunting competition is Liang Yu, followed by Li Song and the son of another censor doctor. It was reported to the emperor yesterday.
After the hunting competition was over, Jing and the rest of the villa returned home one after another, only Wei Changhong and Wei Luoduo stayed for a day.
Li Song didn't stay, and returned to Ruyang Palace with his injuries.
The front hall of the Ruyang Palace.
When King Ruyang and Princess Gaoyang learned that he was injured, they were both horrified and distressed. Princess Gaoyang asked worriedly: "I have never been injured in the past, what happened this time? Who hurt you?"
Li Song sat in the armchair, tightly grasping the armrest of the cloud pattern, and refused to answer.
Princess Gaoyang had no choice but to turn her head to ask his attendant, but the attendant hesitated to speak. Just as he was about to speak, he glared at him fiercely, and immediately fell silent.
He lowered his eyes and said slowly: "No one hurt me... I was careless."