Zhao Jie's visit to Duke Ying this time was actually because of Wei Luo's marriage to Uncle Zhongyi's mansion.
Half an hour ago, he was sitting in the chess room with the Duke of England, seemingly playing chess, but they were actually discussing serious matters.
Zhao Jie took out a sunspot from the chess box and landed it in the center of the chessboard, his phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and his demeanor was calm. He opened his mouth slowly: "The news that the king was injured not long ago must have been known to the British Duke."
British Duke Wei Changchun nodded, and followed closely behind, dropping a white piece. "Yes, I heard about it as early as the day His Highness returned to Beijing. I don't know how your Highness is injured? Is there a serious problem?"
King Jing was injured, this matter is not a trivial matter. What's more, Zhao Jie didn't deliberately conceal the news. Almost everyone in Shengjing City knew that he was assassinated on the way back to Beijing almost the next day, and his body was seriously injured. British Duke originally wanted to go to King Jing's mansion to check on his condition, but this move was heard by Emperor Chongzhen, which would definitely arouse the emperor's suspicion, so after thinking about it, he had to give up.
Today, Zhao Jie paid a visit to the Duke of England under the name of "passing by by chance to discuss chess skills", and the two were able to meet each other.
Zhao Jie said that it's okay, picked up a white jade chess piece, held it in his hand and played with it, not in a hurry to make a move. After a long time, he said: "Does the British public know who is trying to take my king's life?"
It's not that Wei Changchun hadn't thought about this question, when Zhao Jie asked it, he pondered for a moment and replied: "Could it be related to the sixth prince?"
At this juncture, the only one who could do something is the sixth prince Zhao Zhang. Zhao Jie went to Shaanxi for disaster relief this time, and the errand was well done, so he would definitely be praised by Emperor Chongzhen, and he would be granted a title and reward. In this way, it is undoubtedly a threat to Zhao Zhang. It is not impossible for Zhao Zhang to take advantage of the opportunity because he has bad intentions.
Zhao Jie smiled softly, and said noncommittally, "It is indeed related to him. But the sixth child is the one behind the scenes, but someone else actually did it."
Zhao Jie knew Zhao Zhang too well, and Zhao Zhang had a lot of eyes. Unless he was forced to a corner, he would not be able to do such impulsive and easily revealing things. In all likelihood, he did not do this matter, he just watched from the sidelines.
Wei Changchun took a sip of tea from the green jade chrysanthemum-patterned gaiwan, and couldn't help asking: "I don't know who the prince is talking about?"
He smiled and said calmly, "Ruyang King Li Zhiliang."
King Ruyang is impulsive and reckless, with a straightforward heart, to put it more harshly, he has well-developed limbs and a simple mind. He must have heard some rumors that Li Song's severed hand had something to do with Zhao Jie, so he harbored resentment, so he looked for an opportunity to avenge his son. It's a pity that the work is not good and there are too many loopholes. Zhao Jie only needs to let someone investigate secretly, and he knows that he has nothing to do with it.
Did he think that thirty or fifty people could take his life? It is too small to underestimate him.
Wei Changchun suddenly realized when he heard the words, instead of showing any fear on his face, he asked bluntly, "How does the lord want to deal with this person?"
Zhao Jie supported his chin with one hand, and slowly pulled the sapphire chi pattern on his thumb with the other hand, his phoenix eyes were dark, and his lips curled into a smile: "I have already laid out the overall situation, and when the time comes, the British prince will only need to come forward and help the king..." He Picking up a black piece, blocking the way of the white piece, "The sixth brother's piece is useless."
The British Duke solemnly said, "But according to the prince's order, the subordinate officials will do their best to help."
After talking about the business, Zhao Jie finished a game of chess with Duke Ying, and when he made the last move, he casually said: "If my king remembers correctly, it seems that the fourth lady of the family had a marriage contract with Uncle Zhongyi's mansion?"
Duke Ying nodded and did not hide anything: "My granddaughter Ah Luo and Song Hui were married on their fingertips. Now that they are both grown up, they must not be far away from getting married."
There was no emotion on Zhao Jie's face, so he didn't answer any more.
Wei Changchun thought he was just asking casually, and was about to skip this topic, but he didn't expect his tone to be cold, and he said word by word: "What is the relationship between Uncle Zhongyi's mansion and Zhao Zhang, the Duke of England should know better than this king. Save, how will Mao be attached? Has the British Lord ever thought about what will happen to Miss Fourth after she marries Song Hui?"
Wei Changchun was startled, his face showing astonishment.
He lowered his eyes, just in time to see the faint tooth marks on his wrist. It has been too long, and it is no longer as clear as when he just bit it off, but it still hasn't disappeared. "Ah Luo is an intelligent and quick-witted girl. I only want to add a few words because of her close relationship with my sister-in-law. I hope the Duke of England will carefully consider this marriage."
Wei Changchun's expression was solemn, and he had to admit that Zhao Jie's words made sense, especially the sentence - if there is no skin, the hair will not be attached.
The British Duke loves Wei Luo, so naturally he can't bear her to be caught between the two families, living in dire straits. But if you really want to divorce, how can it be so easy? Britain is fair: "My lord is right, but this marriage has been settled for many years. If the contract is suddenly broken, others will think that my British government is not trustworthy..."
Zhao Jie tapped the chess table lightly with his fingers, and a smile slowly overflowed his lips: "The British Duke probably misunderstood the meaning of this king. This king only said that you should think carefully, but he didn't say that you should withdraw from the marriage. The matter of breaking the contract is up to you." It’s not a bad idea for the House of Zhongyi to do it.”
Uncle Zhongyi's mansion gradually declined, and it was getting worse day by day. If it wasn't for the support of Concubine Ning Gui and Zhao Zhang, no one would have cared about it. Fortunately, Song Hui of this generation is striving for success and is ranked second in the exam. If his official career goes well, it will not be difficult to make his family famous. Song Hui had feelings for Wei Luo, and it would not be so easy for him to withdraw his marriage willingly... Then he had to find another way and start with Uncle Zhongyi and his wife.
Zhao Jie had already interrupted in his heart, but he didn't tell the Duke of England. He got up, pushed aside the fan and walked out of the chess room, saying: "Before I left the palace, Liuli asked me to send a message to Miss Fourth, where is she now?"
Wei Changchun followed closely, and said after hearing the words: "My lord, wait a moment, I'll send someone to call Ah Luo here."
He paused and said, "No, I'll go there myself."
That's why there was the previous scene.
Zhao Jie's eyebrows were lowered, and the chill was quenched. A pair of bottomless black pupils stared at Song Hui, without saying a word, and involuntarily increased the force in his hands.
Duke Ying stepped forward, frowned and asked, "What's going on? Ah Luo, what did you tell Prince Song?"
Looking from behind, one could only see that the two were standing very close to each other. Song Hui held onto Wei Luo's hand tightly, and Wei Luo couldn't break free. It seemed that there was some dispute between them. Therefore, when Zhao Jie stepped forward to stop him, Duke Ying didn't notice anything wrong, and even felt a little grateful to him.
Song Hui met Zhao Jie's gaze, then looked at Wei Luo behind him, the loneliness and injury flashed in his eyes, he immediately lowered his head, and let go of Wei Luo's hand. He took two steps back, bowed his hands to Duke Ying, and said sincerely: "Your junior is rude and rude to Sister Ah Luo, please forgive me, Lord Duke."
In people's minds, Song Hui has always been a young man who is tolerant and capable of advancing and retreating. He rarely acts recklessly like today. The British Duke was slightly dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything to embarrass him, he just said in a low voice: "Although you and Ah Luo have a marriage contract, it's not good to get too close. Behavior like today, don't do it again in the future. "
He didn't explain, but with an attitude of admitting his mistake: "Yes, Song Hui will follow the instruction."
Duke Ying reluctantly nodded his head and looked at Zhao Jie: "I don't know if Prince Jing has anything to say to Ah Luo?"
Zhao Jie turned around and kept a few steps away from Wei Luo, his phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and he looked serious, perhaps because the anger in his heart had not yet subsided, so his voice was very cold: "Next month Liuli will go to the Ziyu Mountain Villa outside the city. To escape the summer heat, I specially invite Miss Fourth to go with me at that time."
Wei Luo stood there, Liuli was going to the mountain to escape the summer heat, why did Zhao Jie tell her? She wanted to think about it, but he chose this occasion to say it, and there was no room for her to refuse it. She thought for a while and said, "Please tell Liuli Prince Jing, I will go when the time comes."
Zhao Jie looked at her, when he used to look at her, there was always a smile in his eyes, but now there is no smile in those eyes at all. Thinking about it, he was seriously injured, and she never went to see him, so he must be very uncomfortable, right
But that is also helpless, who told them that their relationship cannot be seen by others.
Zhao Jie withdrew his gaze, and said in a soft voice: "If Miss Si agrees, she will go to the palace in person, Liuli still has something to say to you."
Wei Luo hesitated, "Go now?"
He said yes, then raised his eyes to look at her: "The carriage came from the palace, and it stopped outside the mansion. Liuli specially told this king to personally escort you into the palace."
Wei Luo: "..."
Does it really mean Liuli? Didn't he mean it
Knowing that she couldn't refuse, Wei Luo pursed her lips, nodded and said, "In that case, Brother Jing, wait for me, I'll go back and change, and I'll be out."
She was wearing casual clothes, because she thought the weather was too hot, she only wore a thin tunic under the beanie, the tunic was light and light, it was fine to wear at home, but not so good when going out. Who knew that Zhao Jie glanced at her, parted his thin lips lightly, and said, "There's no need to change it, just go with it." He looked down, looked at her pomegranate skirt and golden silk begonia pattern embroidered shoes, and said with deep meaning : "Liuli won't mind."
His eyes were dark, and Wei Luo subconsciously stepped back, trying to hide the shoes from him, "Oh... that's fine."
In this case, you can only enter the palace.
The British Duke respectfully sent Zhao Jie out of the mansion, Wei Luo hesitated for a moment, and followed with Jin Lu and Bai Lan. When passing by Song Hui, she paused for a moment, but did not stop after all, and walked straight past.
What a cruel little girl, when she decides to draw a line with you, she won't leave you with even a single illusion.
Song Hui turned around slowly, looking at Wei Luo's back as he walked further and further away. Her words just now still linger in his ears, lingering.
Do you really want to divorce
This is the little girl he watched growing up, and he wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand and put her on the tip of his heart. He has thought countless times how to treat her well after getting married, love her and be intimate with her. He couldn't get enough of her before, but after getting married, he can close the door and get enough of her. It's a pity... She didn't give him this chance.
The vermilion lacquered flat-topped horse-drawn carriage in front of the British Palace drove slowly towards the imperial palace.
A quarter of an hour later, the carriage suddenly stopped on the road.
In the carriage, Wei Luo's heart skipped a beat.
In the next moment, the Xuan Qing embroidered gold dark pattern curtain was picked up from the outside. Zhao Jie's navy blue robe with python pattern came into her sight, and she clenched her small fist involuntarily, "Brother Jing Wang..."
Zhao Jie swept past her, and said to Jin Lu and Bai Lan in the carriage: "Go down, I have something to say to you girls."
Jin Lu and Bai Lan showed hesitation and hesitation. If they went down, only Miss and Prince Jing would be left in the carriage. Prince Jing wouldn't do anything to Miss, would he
Wei Luo thought for a moment, then said to them, "Go down, I'll have a few words with Brother Jing. If there's anything wrong, I'll call you."
Jin Lu and Bai Lan looked at each other and got off the carriage.
Zhao Jie bent down and walked into the carriage. The carriage was not narrow at all, but for some reason it seemed particularly crowded when he entered. Perhaps it was because of his tall and straight body standing in front of her, which gave her an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"Prince Jing..."
Before he finished speaking, the curtains of the car fell down, blocking the light from outside, and the vision in the car instantly became blurred.
Zhao Jie leaned over and surrounded her between his body and the car wall, supported the car wall with one hand, and held her small face in the other, eagerly bit her lips, and blocked her words.