Wei Luo was so dazed by his kiss that she felt that her breathing was a problem. However, he still refused to let her go, sucking and biting on her lips, like a beast that has finally found food after a long time of hunger and thirst, and will never stop until it eats her. There was anger and force in his kiss, she tilted her head to avoid, he bit the tip of her tongue and threatened until she obediently moved, then he gradually turned into gentle grinding, swallowing her whimpers in stomach.
After a long while, Zhao Jie finally let go of her, gently swayed her lips with his thumb, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you come to see me?"
Sure enough, he still cared about this the most. The resentment and dissatisfaction accumulated for more than ten days finally burst out the moment he saw her.
Wei Luo's tongue and lips hurt a little, and it was all his fault that he kissed her so hard and even bit her. The mouth must be swollen, how can I explain it when Jin Lu and Bai Lan saw it in a while? She bit his index finger, and said in a complaining tone, "Why did I go to see you?"
Needless to say? Zhao Jie didn't pull out his finger, leaned over and kissed her on the tip of the nose, his tone was a little low: "I'm hurt."
Saying that, he pulled out his hand, held her hand and placed it on the injured part of his chest. The wound there has not yet healed, and it is wrapped in circles of white silk, which can be felt through the clothes. His chest was hard, and a powerful heart was beating under his chest, and his whole body exuded a strong manly aura. Compared with him, Wei Luo looked much petite, small and soft, being held in his arms, like a little girl who had nowhere to escape, he could only be forced to ask over and over again: "Ah Luo, baby Son, why don't you look at me?"
Wei Luo's face was red, reaching to the back of her ears.
Since expressing his heart to her, he no longer has any scruples in front of her, and even called her "Baby" cheekily. Who is his baby? Mushy, she doesn't like the title at all.
But I don't know why, my heart is soft, my body is soft, and I don't even have the strength to refute.
Wei Luo tilted her head, stared at the big crimson origami peony-pattern pillow in the carriage, and said slowly, "Sister Gao told me not to look for you."
The expression on Zhao Jie's face changed immediately, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he sat on the scarlet flower cushion beside him, hugged her on his lap, held her small face and asked, "That's what she told you?"
Wei Luo didn't look at him, blinked her big black and white eyes, and said honestly, "Sister Gao sent me out that day, saying that when I grow up, I should think about my own reputation, and don't come and go in and out of Prince Jing's mansion at will."
She admitted that she said this on purpose, she was possessive, and ever since she realized her thoughts, she wanted to take Zhao Jie as her own. Why can Gao Danyang declare sovereignty over her? She also wants her big brother. What's more, she didn't add any embellishments, she just narrated the facts. She looked at Zhao Jie, her pink and tender lips curled up, "Brother Jing Wang, do you think what Sister Gao said is right?"
Zhao Jie's complexion was not very good, he lowered his head and kissed her small mouth, tossing and turning, reluctant to leave: "Don't listen to her." I couldn't help but want to kiss her, all over her body. He was quite clear-headed, knew that this was in the carriage, and did not mess around, and continued: "Whether you can enter or leave Prince Jing's mansion is up to this prince. In the future, if you marry this prince, the entire Prince Jing's mansion will be yours. Come in and out as you want."
Wei Luo grabbed his sleeve, unable to hold on, and almost softened in his arms, "But today people from Uncle Zhongyi came to talk about my marriage with brother Song Hui..."
Although she made it clear to Song Hui that she hoped that he would propose to withdraw the marriage, Song Hui didn't seem to agree.
Song Hui's last sentence "I don't want to divorce" still lingered in her ears, which made her feel a little guilty. In fact, there is no other way, Wei Zheng likes him, as long as he uses a little tricks, he can push Wei Zheng to him. But she didn't want to make Wei Zheng cheaper, and she didn't want to hurt Song Hui, so she hasn't made a decision yet.
Zhao Jie straightened his waist, remembering the scene he saw in the British government, there was a hint of evil in his eyes, which was immediately hidden in those unfathomable phoenix eyes. He held her little hand, covered Song Hui's temperature, and squeezed, "What did they say?"
Wei Luo thought about it, and told him what Bai Lan had overheard: "Daddy said to get engaged first, and then let me marry to Uncle Zhongyi's mansion a year later."
Without saying a word, Zhao Jie tightened his arms around her waist, "What do you mean?"
Wei Luo didn't understand, so: "Huh?"
He looked down at her with focused eyes: "Ah Luo, do you want to marry Song Hui or me? If you marry me, I will immediately cancel this marriage for you."
Is there any need to talk about this kind of thing? If you don't marry him and let him kiss and hug him, does he think everyone should be treated like this? Wei Luo really wanted to roll her eyes, but she didn't tell him, making him anxious, "Even if I don't marry you, I will call off this marriage."
Zhao Jie choked for a while, unable to speak.
It was really not easy to wait until she said "yes". Forget it, let's cancel her marriage with Song Hui first. Only after retiring will he have the chance to propose marriage, and then he will coax this little girl well. In his hands, does she still want to get out of her body? He wouldn't rest until he got her through.
Naturally, Wei Luo didn't know what he was thinking. Looking up at him, she could only see his curved chin and protruding Adam's apple. It goes up and down as he speaks, I really want to touch his Adam's apple, why is it different from hers? Her neck is flat and nothing. The little girl felt itchy in her heart, but she finally held back and asked, "What did Big Brother tell my grandfather just now?"
Zhao Jie lowered his head and just met her shining eyes, his heart softened, "I didn't say anything, I just talked about my injury."
Since he decided to help her withdraw the engagement, he already had an idea in mind. Didn't tell her, just didn't want her to worry too much.
Wei Luo finally remembered that he was still injured, so she got out of his arms, looked at his chest, and then at his arms, "Who wants to hurt you? Is your injury healed? Does it still hurt?" ?”
The wound began to heal, and the pain was long gone. Just a few days after he was injured, he wanted to see her, kiss her and hug her, but unfortunately he called her many times in the name of Liuli, and she never went to Prince Jing's mansion once. Lying on the bed, he hated her so much that he was thinking about how to punish her when they met. When they actually met, she softly called "Big Brother", and most of the anger in his heart had subsided.
Zhao Jie smiled, raised his thin lips, and said in a considerate tone, "I won't hurt you if I kiss you, Ah Luo."
Wei Luo: "..."
The two stayed warm in the carriage for almost half an hour, and it would be dark any longer. After Jin Lu and Bai Lan carefully reminded her outside, Zhao Jie let go of Wei Luo and escorted her to the palace.
What Zhao Jie said is true, Zhao Liuli will indeed go to Ziyu Mountain Villa to escape the summer heat next month, and will probably stay for about a month. Besides her, Zhao Linlang and several other princesses also went. Everyone will bring one or two good playmates with them. There are many rooms in the summer resort, so you don't have to worry about not being able to stay. It should be very lively then.
Zhao Liuli asked Wei Luo to enter the palace this time, just to discuss with her what to bring, and by the way, ask who else she would like to bring with her.
Wei Luo then wanted to call Liang Yurong as well. Liang Yurong was a lively and outgoing girl, so she and Zhao Liuli would definitely be able to play together.
Zhao Liuli readily agreed, and the matter was settled.
In the next few days, there was no movement from the British government and the Zhongyi uncle's house, and no one mentioned the matter of engagement.
Zhao Jie was injured, Emperor Chongzhen asked him to recuperate at home, and did not arrange any errands for him, so he had a very leisurely life for a while. On this day, he took off the white silk on his arms and chest, took a bath and changed into a navy blue brocade robe with ruyi cloud patterns, adjusted his cuffs, and said to Zhu Geng: "Go to the Zhongyi Bo's residence and invite Song Baiye over. Just say that the king wants to see him."
Zhu Geng probably guessed what was going on, and it was all because of that little girl Wei Luo, so he nodded and went on to work without asking any further questions.
Prince Jing was completely planted in the hands of a fourteen-year-old little girl...he looked down on so many girls with slender figures and bumps, but he liked the one who hadn't fully developed yet. How small, with small hands, feet, small shoulders, standing with Prince Jing is like an uncle with a niece, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't match. But other than being a little small, everything else is very good, she looks better than anyone else, her small face is like a peach blossom in spring, pink and delicate, bright and bright. If you don't need to speak, half of your heart is broken, and once you speak, the other half can't hold it anymore.
Zhu Geng thought to himself, it's no wonder that the prince of his family took Wei Luo so seriously and couldn't wait to marry him. But any man has no resistance to such a girl. If you don't hurry up and take it for yourself, what will happen in a year or two, when she becomes more and more beautiful and has more and more enemies
Zhu Geng expressed his understanding.
He went to Uncle Zhongyi's mansion, not long after Zhongyi Uncle Song Baiye rushed over in panic, vigilantly came to the front hall, and bowed to Zhao Jie: "See His Highness Prince Jing."
Zhao Jie sat on the iron wood embossed cloud-pattern chair, and seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, with a calm posture, slowly playing with the white jade on the thumb, nodded and said: "There is no need to be polite, sit down."
Uncle Zhongyi obediently sat on the grand teacher's chair below, feeling a little uneasy all the time.
He had never had much contact with Prince Jing, and Zhao Jie suddenly called him here, so it's not his fault for overthinking. Song Baiye began to reflect on whether he had done something wrong to offend Prince Jing, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't have any clue, and instead scared himself into a cold sweat.
There are many ministers in the court who offended Zhao Jie, such as Liu Changqing, the salt transport envoy back then, who offended him for some unknown reason, and was soon exposed for his crimes, dismissed from office, and finally ended up decapitated. Thinking of this, Song Baiye couldn't help shivering.
He sat upright, sweating in his palms, and asked, "I don't know why His Royal Highness Prince Jing is looking for Song?"
Zhao Jie raised his eyes and looked at him straight in the eyes, without beating around the bush, he spoke unhurriedly: "I do not agree with the marriage between the Duke of Zhongyi's mansion and the Duke of England's mansion."