One person and one rider gradually went away, Wei Luo turned her head to look over there, and the haze in her eyes became heavier and heavier. It seems that the hairpin was not pierced deep enough last time, otherwise how could Li Song still participate in the palace banquet, drinking and having fun? Chang Hong is still recuperating in bed, he can't even ride a horse anymore!
If he hadn't gone too far, Wei Luo really wanted to go up and stab him again.
Looking at it, it was suddenly dark in front of him, and all his sight was blocked by a black gold brocade cloak. She was startled, raised her head and pulled it twice, exposed her head from the cloak, and looked at Zhao Jie aside in surprise: "Big brother?"
The corners of Zhao Jie's lips were slightly raised, and he leaned over to tie the silk sash of the cloak for her, and said with a half-smile: "It's windy, put on the cloak, so as not to catch a cold for a while."
He knew what she was looking at just now, but he didn't say it. He was displeased in his heart, but he didn't show it at all on his face. Instead, he chose to take off the cloak to her to block her sight. His possessiveness towards Wei Luo grew day by day, and he didn't allow her to look at other men, but only allowed her to look at him.
Wei Luo was really disturbed by him, forgot about Li Song, and waited for him to fasten his cloak before saying, "But I don't feel cold..."
Zhao Jie patted her head and could not refuse, "I am worried that you are cold."
She had to wear it and thanked him. Seeing that it was late, she said goodbye to him at the gate of the palace. She turned around and entered the palace, and walked towards Chenhua Hall of Qingxi Palace.
As soon as he arrived at the gate of Chenhua Hall, he took off Zhao Jie's cloak. It's not that she dislikes Zhao Jie, but that Zhao Liuli will definitely ask questions after seeing it. She doesn't want to waste her time explaining, so it's better not to let her know from the beginning. What's more, it's not cold in the hall, and wearing a cloak gets in the way, so it's still comfortable to take it off.
She stepped into the hall, searched around but couldn't find Zhao Liuli, so she had to ask the maid in the hall: "Where is Princess Tianji?"
The palace maid bowed and said, "Go back to Miss, Your Highness went fishing in the backyard with Guard Yang."
She asked again, "When will you be back?"
The maidservant shook her head, "My maidservant doesn't know either. Miss, please sit here for a while, and this maidservant will bring you a cup of tea."
Wei Luo had no choice but to sit in the hall and wait. Not long after, she heard Zhao Liuli's crisp voice from outside the hall. She put down the Rujiao tea cup with lotus pattern, got up and walked out of the hall, looking at the other side of the corridor.
Seeing this, I couldn't help being taken aback.
Yang Zhen walked this way with Zhao Liuli on his back. The usually indifferent and taciturn boy had a slight smile on his face, his eyes were gentle and doting. Zhao Liuli lay on his back, put her arms around his neck, and talked in his ear. She didn't know what she said, and her laughter was sweet and pleasant. From far away, Wei Luo could feel the happiness in her voice.
This, these two people...
Wei Luo was stunned, always feeling that this scene was too unusual. The two of them are too close, is it normal for the princess and the guards to get along like this, or is she thinking too much? Standing at the entrance of Chenhua Hall, she turned her head to look at the surrounding maidservants, and found that everyone lowered their heads tacitly, pretending that they didn't see anything, as if they had become accustomed to it.
Yang Zhen walked up to her with Zhao Liuli on his back. He glanced at her with dark and calm eyes, and immediately placed Zhao Liuli on the ground carefully, reminding: "Miss Wei Si is here, Your Highness, go in."
After Zhao Liuli stood firm, she stepped forward and held Wei Luo's hand, not noticing any strangeness in her, and happily walked into the Chenhua Hall: "Ah Luo, when did you come here? Why didn't you wait in the hall? The wind, how cold it is, what should I do if it blows you cold."
Wei Luo followed behind her with a strange expression, and after a while he asked slowly, "There's wind outside, so you still go out with Yang Zhen?"
Zhao Liuli pointed to the cashmere cloak on her body, indicating that she was wearing it thickly and would not be afraid of the wind. The heater in Chenhua Hall was still turned off, and the hall was warm and warm. She took off her cloak and hung it on the screen of a hundred treasures inlaid with natural wooden roots, and explained with a smile: "Brother Yang Zhen said to take me to fly a kite. Only the wind can let it go."
So they fly kites in the backyard
Wei Luo thought about it, and the imperial physician said that she should go out and walk more, and flying a kite once in a while is good for her body, as long as it's not too intense. It's just... Wei Luo glanced at her, and asked tentatively, "Are you injured? Why did Yang Zhen have to carry you back?"
She sat on the three-screen arhat bed made of sour branch wood, took a sip of tea from the porcelain bowl with lotus patterns handed over by the maid, and blinked, "I'm not hurt... but I'm tired, so I asked Brother Yang Zhen to carry me on my back." back."
"..."
Wei Luo really didn't know what to say. She and Yang Zhen already had a special relationship, and now they were acting so intimately. Wasn't it intentional to make people misunderstand? Wei Luo held her hand that was placed on the Kang table with carved lion patterns and inlaid marble, hesitated for a moment, and said in a measured tone, "Liu Li, you're fourteen this year..."
Obviously he is similar to her, with an immature face, but he has to say such things in a tone of someone who has experienced it, it is really weird no matter how you look at it. Zhao Liuli looked at her face and saw that she was not joking, so she tilted her head to signal the servants in the room to go out. "Ah Luo, you also have something to tell you."
Soon there were only the two of them left in the warm cabinet.
Wei Luo suddenly remembered that when Zhao Liuli took her into the palace today, she said that she had something to discuss with her, and it seemed to be the next thing to talk about. She suddenly had a bad premonition, as if her guess was about to come true.
What Zhao Liuli told her next must have been something serious.
Sure enough, Zhao Liuli hesitated again and again, her delicate face tightened more and more, and finally mustered up the courage to say to her: "I seem to like brother Yang Zhen..."
When the guess was confirmed, Wei Luo was instantly discouraged. She involuntarily clenched the teacup in front of her, unable to say a word.
How could Zhao Liuli like Yang Zhen? The two of them have very different identities, one is a little princess who is held in the palm of Empress Chen, and the other is a humble imperial guard, how could there be any result? She should have guessed from the time they came back just now, if it was just an ordinary relationship, how could they be so close... Does Zhao Jie know about this? What is his attitude
Wei Luo's thoughts went back and forth, but she didn't think about how to speak.
Zhao Liuli said again: "Brother Yang Zhen was very kind to me. He protected me since childhood, and he would find a way to satisfy me whatever I wanted..."
Wei Luo pondered for a while, and finally found her own voice: "Liuli, you're just too lonely. You have only had Yang Zhen by your side since you were young, so that's why you think him good. You and him are very different, so there won't be any good things." result… "
Zhao Liuli shook her head stubbornly, her eyes earnest: "No, Ah Luo, don't say that. I really like brother Yang Zhen. Even if there are others around me, I will like him." She has been thinking for a long time, and she Although simple, but what should be considered will still be considered. She asked Wei Luo to enter the palace this time because she wanted to tell her about it. She was her good sister and she didn't want to hide it from her. "When the time comes, I will tell my mother, she loves me so much, she will definitely agree..."
Wei Luo looked into her eyes, and suddenly couldn't bear to say any more rebuttals.
She was weak and sickly since she was a child, she gained little and lost a lot. Now it's hard to have someone you like, and it's probably not easy.
Wei Luo lowered her eyes, then a smile curled up on her lips, and she raised her eyes and said, "How good is Yang Zhen to you? That you can't wait to like him so much?"
Speaking of this, Zhao Liuli's beautiful eyes seemed to be shining, and she held her cheeks and counted carefully: "Brother Yang Zhen will remember what I like to eat, and buy it for me every time I go out of the palace; every time I am in danger, he He will always be the first to stand in front of me; he will give me gifts, and he still cares about me... Once I sprained my ankle, he was more nervous than me, and personally applied medicine to my foot... "
Zhao Liuli talked more and more, but Wei Luo became more and more silent.
When she said this, she couldn't help but think of another person in her mind... Zhao Jie will also remember what she likes to eat, and will also give her gifts. He stood in front of her and held her tightly in his arms. Oh, a while ago at Jinghe Villa, she also sprained her ankle. It was Zhao Jie who carried her back to the house and gave her the medicine himself.
Zhao Liuli talked a lot, but she didn't get a response, so she couldn't help shaking her hand in front of her: "Ah Luo, did you hear what I said?"
Wei Luo came back to her senses, nodded and said, "I heard that."
Zhao Liuli bent her eyes and smiled, and asked contentedly, "Do you think brother Yang Zhen treats me well?"
She paused for a moment, then nodded slowly: "...OK."
After Li Song came out of the palace, he didn't go home directly, but called some other friends and went to Liuxiang, the flower street in Pingkangfang, intending to get drunk and relieve his worries.
These friends of his are all playboys, usually cockfighting and lackeys, ignorant and incompetent, and love to make trouble. They all obeyed Li Song's orders, now that Li Song asked them to come out, they were naturally very happy. After a while, five or six people got together, asked for a private room in Boguilou, invited a few girls from Liu Ying and Huajiao to accompany them, and started drinking and having fun.
Li Song was sitting in the upper position, he had already drank a lot in the palace, and when he became addicted to alcohol, he just drank alone, ignoring everyone.
A young man wearing a sapphire brocade robe next to him motioned to the girl next to him, and the girl understood, her snake-like soft body pressed against Li Song's body, "Mr. Li, it's so boring to drink alone, why don't you let my servant drink with you?"
Li Song kept pouring the wine, raised his head and drank another glass, neither agreed nor denied, as if he didn't hear her words.
The girl had good eyesight, and immediately took the small flagon in his hand and poured wine for him. After filling the wine, he held the white jade wine glass and brought it to his mouth.
He paused, did not refuse, and drank it by the woman's hand.
There was a strong fragrance lingering around him, as if he was in the middle of flowers, the fragrance was too pungent, which made him not used to it. He thought of the scent on Wei Luo's body, it was faint and sweet, completely different from the scent on these women. Why did he think of her? Didn't he drink too much? Why does he still miss her
Seeing him in a daze, the young man in sapphire blue couldn't help laughing and asked: "Didn't Ah Song take the second place in the hunting competition? He should be rewarded by His Majesty. Why does he look frustrated? But something is not going his way." Is it?"
He lowered his eyes and stared at the water in the wine glass in front of him. The water was crystal clear and rippled round and round. Suddenly a face appeared on the surface of the water, blurry, pretty, and vivid. With a slight smile on that face, he asked him softly, "Li Song, do you like me?"
"No..." He closed his eyes and said again painfully: "No."
How could he like her? He hates her, she is vicious, cunning and treacherous, there is no way he likes her!
But that voice repeated in his ears over and over again, like a spell that he couldn't get rid of. He had no choice but to drink to numb himself, cup after cup, until he could no longer hear Wei Luo's voice.
A delicate body suddenly crashed into his arms, the woman huddled in his arms, her soft hands restlessly stroked his chest, gradually upwards, Adam's apple, chin, mouth... He frowned and squeezed that hand hard ,"do not move."
The girl in the peach red skirt smiled coquettishly, and didn't take his words seriously at all. She moved her lips together, bit his ear lightly, and exhaled into his ear: "Mr. Li, are you joking? Come on!" People here, how can there be nothing moving?"
As he spoke, he took his other hand and put it on his waist.
However, in the next moment, he pushed her away violently, and shouted angrily, "Get out!"
I don't know which sentence stimulated him, he covered his ears, his eyes were red, he kicked the whole small red lacquer sandalwood table over, and the things on the table fell to the ground! He continued to yell angrily: "Get out, get out!"
Everyone was startled by him, and all retreated to the door, not knowing what kind of drunkenness he was having.
The girls rushed out the door, but the dudes didn't dare to come forward to persuade them, they looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally left one by one.
After everyone left, Li Song leaned over and fell to the ground. He was drunk and unconscious, but he still covered his left ear, curled up, and kept repeating: "No, no."
At the same time, Prince Jing's Mansion.
Although Empress Chen was angry with Zhao Jie on the surface, she still cared about him in her heart. At this age, he has no intention of marrying a wife, so of course he would be anxious as a mother. In addition, not long ago, I heard that the style of Longyang is popular in Shengjing City, and powerful men love to raise one or two child molesters in their homes to satisfy their different preferences. Although Empress Chen was aware of her son's character, she was still a little worried. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally couldn't help but arranged for the two girls to be sent to Prince Jing's residence.
Those two girls were born as court dancers, with clean background and beautiful appearance. Empress Chen thought, if Zhao Jie liked it, it would be fine to stay in the mansion as a concubine.
In the evening of that day, Zhao Jie finished his affairs and returned to his main room from the study. After washing up, he was about to change clothes and go to bed. As soon as he sat on the nanmu embossed cloud pattern bed, he saw two graceful girls walking out from behind the screen, one graceful and graceful, the other charming and charming.
He stopped and looked at the two of them.
The two bowed their knees and saluted, the girl's petal-like cheeks were shy and timid, wearing a tulle blouse, the translucent fabric could not block the view of the chest, and the jade muscles were faintly visible. They said: "Your Highness, we will serve you to bed in the future..."
Zhao Jie's eyes quickly turned cold, he didn't move, and his voice was terribly low: "Who let you in?"