In fact, Wei Luo saw Li Song, but just pretended not to see it.
She and Li Song have never seen each other since the time in the bamboo grove of Duke Dingguo's mansion. That's good, if he doesn't come to provoke her, she won't do anything to him. If he is still relentless, then she will not be polite to him.
When Wei Luo and Liang Yurong came to Yuquan Courtyard, the maidservant was busy packing things, and Zhao Liuli was drinking tea under the sycamore tree in the courtyard. Seeing the two people coming, she hurriedly asked them to sit down together, poured two cups of tea and handed them in front of them: "This is the unique Yangxian tea of Ziyu Mountain Villa, it is stronger than Longjing tea, you can try it."
Wei Luo picked up the famille rose teacup with hibiscus patterns, and took a sip of the tea. It tasted sweet and mellow, with a little bit of bitterness in the aftertaste, which was not bad.
Liang Yurong also took a sip, and seeing that there was nothing to do, she suggested, "Shall we go for a walk in the back mountain? There is a poetry club there today."
Gao Congxun, the third son of the Duke of Dingguo's mansion, held a poetry club at the Chunyin Building in Houshan, and invited many classmates and sons of aristocratic families. Song Hui and Liang Yu were also invited, and the scene was very lively. The daughter of the young family has already gone to join in the fun. Wei Luo hesitated for a moment, she didn't really want to go. She was afraid of meeting Song Hui and didn't know what to say, so she said, "It's getting dark, so I don't want to go..."
Liang Yurong looked at the sky disapprovingly, and pulled her and Zhao Liuli up from the embroidered pier, "The sun has just set to the west, and it's still early before dark. Let's go, even if you don't want to watch the poetry club, go to the back mountain for a walk It’s also good to turn around, I heard that there is a large maple leaf forest there, when the sunset shines on it, I don’t know how beautiful it is!”
Wei Luo didn't want to spoil her interest, hesitated for a while, and finally nodded in agreement, and led their respective maids to the back mountain.
There is also a Baili Pavilion on the back mountain. The Baili Pavilion is surrounded by curtains on three sides, and the last side faces the opposite Chunyin Building. There is a distance of several feet between the two buildings, and they look at each other from a distance, and they can barely see the scene on the opposite side.
Sitting in the pavilion were a few daughters of aristocratic families, seemingly chatting, and occasionally glanced at the opposite side from time to time. Although I couldn't hear what the person on the other side said, it was good to witness the demeanor of the young people.
When Zhao Liuli and the others arrived, several girls in white silk blouses and horse-faced skirts bowed and saluted one after another: "I have seen Princess Tianji."
Zhao Liuli raised her hand to signal them to get up. Tired from walking with Wei Luo and Liang Yurong, she sat behind the stone table to rest for a while.
Zhao Liuli's health is not good, and she can't stand the weather that is too cold or too hot, so she will come to Ziyu Mountain Villa every summer to escape the summer heat, and she is quite familiar with the terrain here. She knew that the Maple Leaf Forest that Liang Yurong was talking about was behind the Chunyin Building, and she had to walk a little further, so she wanted to take the two of them there while the poetry club in the building was still in session.
In case the poetry club breaks up and the crowd goes out, it would be too embarrassing to meet them head-on.
They didn't rest for a long time, Zhao Liuli got up and said to them: "Maple Leaf Forest still has a long way to go, do you still want to see it?"
Now that they are all here, there is absolutely no reason to go back, Liang Yurong naturally wants to go.
So Zhao Liuli continued walking with them.
Coincidentally, as soon as they walked to the front of Chunyin Building, the poetry club inside ended! There was a sound of footsteps, and the teenagers came out of the upstairs one after another. Some were smiling and full of ambition, while some were unhappy and dejected. They were noisy, and as soon as they reached the door, they saw three girls standing outside the door. Each of them was more beautiful than the other, especially the girl on the far right who wore a five-colored plum light red skirt, with beautiful eyes and a beautiful face. Looking at it, the teenagers suddenly fell silent, their faces flushed, and they left quietly.
Several sons of aristocratic families recognized Princess Tianji and bowed their hands to Zhao Liuli one after another.
Zhao Liuli couldn't dodge it, she was a little shy when she saw so many people suddenly. She blushed and asked them to be excused, and secretly squeezed Wei Luo's hand, really wanting to leave. She was very shy of strangers, her whole body tensed up when she met strangers, her palms were sweaty, and she gradually became overwhelmed, looking around to find Yang Zhen for help. It's a pity that Yang Zhen is not here at the moment, and he is probably hiding in the dark to protect her and cannot show up. Even if he knows that she is in trouble, he cannot take her away in front of everyone.
Zhao Liuli backed away, and when she was about to hide behind Wei Luo, a voice helped her out: "Why is the princess here? Are you going to the backyard to see the maple leaves?"
The owner of the voice was a young man wearing a dark blue plain brocade gown, about eighteen years old, with a handsome appearance and a clear and clear demeanor. He is the person who held the poetry club today, the third son of Dingguo Duke Gao Congxun. When he was young, he met Zhao Liuli a few times. At that time, the two were still young. They played together a few times and talked a few times. After they grew up, they never contacted each other again, so Zhao Liuli didn't recognize him for a while. .
There was another person beside him, it was Song Hui.
Song Hui was wearing a brocade robe of blue sky after the rain. He was tall and tall, and walked slowly. Following Gao Congxun's line of sight, when he saw Wei Luo standing outside the Chunyin Building, he froze suddenly and stopped in place.
Gao Congxun didn't notice his abnormality, he stepped forward and cupped his fists at Zhao Liuli: "See Princess Tianji."
Zhao Liuli asked him to excuse him, and said later: "We are going to the Maple Leaf Forest at the back, passing by the Chunyin Building, and we didn't intend to disturb you."
Gao Congxun smiled, "What's the matter? I should ask Your Highness not to blame my classmates for offending you."
After all, the two had some intersections, Zhao Liuli was not as nervous when facing him as he was when facing others, and after a few words with him, he was about to walk away.
Gao Congxun did not stop him.
Song Hui stood behind him all the time, looking at Wei Luo beside Zhao Liuli, his eyes were heavy and mournful. He lost a lot of weight and looked a little haggard. Seeing that Wei Luo was about to leave, he finally couldn't help but take a step forward and asked hoarsely, "Sister Ah Luo, can I take a step to talk to you?"
Wei Luo paused for a moment, knowing that he couldn't avoid this disaster, looked at Song Hui, forced a smile and asked, "Brother Song Hui, is there anything you can't say here?"
Song Hui's tone was low: "I want to talk to you alone."
Fortunately, the people in front of the gate of Chunyin Tower had almost left, and Gao Congxun was the only one left. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Gao Congxun tactfully cupped his fists and said goodbye first.
Seeing this, Liang Yurong thought that the two of them were about to get engaged, and it would be okay to talk alone for a while, so she led Zhao Liuli outside to make room for them. However, Zhao Liuli knew about the relationship between Wei Luo and Zhao Jie, so she was a little worried, and turned her head while walking: "Ah Luo..."
Wei Luo lowered her head and looked at the toes of her shoes.
Song Hui could only see the tops of her black hair, and the black circles under his eye sockets, and he had lost a lot of weight in just a few days. His eyes were sad, like the last glance of a person who fell into the abyss, with unwillingness in despair. and struggling. He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to utter a complete sentence: "Ah Luo... my father has already asked the British government to dissolve the engagement."
Before he went out today, Uncle Zhongyi was already preparing to go to the British government to withdraw his marriage and make amends by the way.
He didn't go, probably because he was afraid to face it.
Song Hui just felt like a knife was piercing his heart, he didn't want to part with her, and didn't want to let her go. On the night Song Baiye said that he could not marry Wei Luo, he knelt outside the door all night, begging his father to take back his order. But it was useless, Song Baiye could not agree to him no matter what, and said that the marriage must be dissolved. He just felt that his whole heart had been hollowed out by someone, and he was in vain. He didn't know why such an accident happened.
He wanted to see Wei Luo, but was afraid of seeing her. Afraid that she would say any cruel words after seeing her, it would feel worse than stabbing his heart with a knife. He couldn't bear it, so he wanted to avoid it. But it's no use avoiding her. When he saw her today, all his emotions surged. How much he wanted to hug her, how much he wanted to get her, how much he wanted to marry her home and love her dearly.
Wei Luo had heard from Zhao Jie beforehand, and although she wasn't too surprised, she didn't expect it to happen so soon.
She gave an almost inaudible "hmm".
Song Hui clenched his fists, and the once gentle and elegant boy became frustrated and dejected, with a plea in his tone that he didn't even notice: "Ah Luo, why don't you want to marry me? I will treat you very well."
Wei Luo didn't look at him, and it took a long time before he said slowly, "I only regard you as an elder brother... I, I have no affection for you."
Song Hui's figure wobbled, almost unable to stand upright.
Wei Luo subconsciously wanted to help him, stretched her hand halfway, and slowly retracted it: "I want to break off the engagement, it has nothing to do with Brother Song Hui... Brother Song Hui is fine, I'm sorry, I should have said it earlier." She saw him As he looks now, I feel a little guilty in my heart, want to comfort him but don't know where to start, the more I talk about it, the more I fear and give him hope, it's better not to say anything.
Song Hui supported the stone table beside him, his fingertips turning white.
His face was pale, and it took him a long time to calm down, and he turned around and walked out without saying a word.
His back blended into the green cypresses in the mountains, and he walked extremely slowly step by step, before finally disappearing from Wei Luo's sight.
After sunset, the moon and stars were scarce, and a banquet was held at the Huxin Pavilion in the backyard of Ziyu Mountain Villa.
Most of the people present were teenagers who participated in the poetry club during the day, all of them were in high spirits, drinking orders and guessing charades, having a great time. Song Hui couldn't handle drinking. In the past, on such occasions, he would order as much as he could and put it down after drinking two or three glasses. But today, for some reason, he never refused anyone who came forward to toast him. He drank it all in one gulp. Restraint is quite different.
Although the others were puzzled, they didn't think too much about it. They assumed that he was in a good mood and fed more and more, but they didn't know that it was because of depression in his heart.
Not long after, Song Hui became dizzy and lost his mind.
After all, he still had some rationality left, knowing that he would make a fool of himself if he drank any more, he got up to bid farewell to everyone, and prepared to go back to his room to rest. Walking across the Jiuqu Bridge, just about to go forward, a maid came running under the willow tree opposite, as if she had been waiting for him for a long time: "Song Shizi."
He stopped, and by the moonlight, he could barely see the maidservant's face clearly, it seemed to be the maidservant next to Wei Zheng.
The servant girl said again: "Miss Wu asked me to tell you that she wants to invite you to the Golden Terrace Courtyard. She has something to tell you."