Song Hui faltered, thinking he had heard wrong.
Wei Zheng wants to see him at this time
His head was very dizzy, he had never indulged himself in drinking so much alcohol, he just felt that something was wrong all over his body, and it took him a long time to recall this sentence. He rubbed the space between his brows, his voice was unbelievably hoarse: "What does Sister Azheng want from me?"
Yinlou glanced at the Huxin Pavilion, the people over there were still pushing cups and changing cups, no one paid any attention to the situation here. Song Hui didn't bring any attendants by her side, so she boldly went up to help him: "Miss didn't say anything, but it looks like it's urgent, Mr. Song, follow me to have a look..."
Although Song Hui drank too much wine, it was not to the point where he couldn't walk. He waved his hand to separate the maidservant, staggered two steps, and managed to stand firm on the shore. He lowered his head, woke up and said: "Take me there."
There was an imperceptible look of joy in Yinlou's eyes, and he led the way in a dignified way: "My lord, please come with me."
Song Hui didn't say anything, and followed behind her.
Palace lanterns are lit everywhere in Ziyu Mountain Villa, and there is a stone pillar every 100 steps. On the stone pillars, huge candles are lit, illuminating the entire courtyard brightly, and even the cobblestone road under your feet can be clearly seen. Jintai Courtyard is a distance from Huxin Pavilion, because it is the place where the girl's family lives, so it is arranged far away. Walking along a cobblestone path, and then passing through the long Chaoshou veranda, there is a colorful peony flower garden ahead, and behind the flower garden is the Golden Terrace Courtyard.
After walking this distance, Song Hui's sanity became clearer, but he was still not sober.
He lowered his head slightly, his eyes that were always warm and smiling, like a spring breeze, only left loneliness and loss at this moment. He remembered Wei Luo talking to him during the day, and a wry smile rose on his lips.
He had a marriage contract with Wei Luo since he was a child, and since he was six years old, he knew that there was such a little baby, she would marry him when she grew up, and be his wife, and spend the rest of her life hand in hand with him. At that time, he didn't quite know what it meant to be married. He only knew that he would never be able to get rid of her in the future, and that he would be together in life and death. This is his little tail, he has to take good care of her and not let her suffer any grievances. Later, it became a habit to take care of him, and gradually he enjoyed it so much that he only had her in his eyes, and no one else could see him anymore.
He was looking forward to the day of marrying her with full satisfaction, but she suddenly said that she didn't want to marry him, and she had never had any affection for him.
She has someone she likes...
That person is not him.
Song Hui originally thought that as long as he didn't agree, as long as he married her into the family and loved her well in the future, he would definitely be able to move her. It's a pity that he thought too well, no fate means no fate after all, he didn't even have a chance to impress her, the marriage fell through, and he was still alone. All these bamboo baskets fetching water are in vain, and it is his burden to shave his head.
Song Hui walked away absent-mindedly, his mind was full of Wei Luo, and he had no place to think about other things at this moment. So much so that when Wei Zheng wanted to see him, he came without thinking too much.
Yinlou led him into the Jintai courtyard and stopped under a big banyan tree in the courtyard. There was no one under the tree, and Wei Zheng was nowhere to be seen. She said: "My young lady hasn't come yet, the prince will wait here for a while, and she will come here in a while."
Song Hui didn't think much about it, his head hurt more and more, and he showed a rare look of exhaustion. He leaned back against the tree trunk, eyes closed, and said nothing.
Yinlou looked at him quietly from the side, and asked tentatively: "Did Shi Zi just drink?"
He didn't have the heart to answer, he just gave a soft "hmm".
He is such a gentle and gentle person, no wonder Miss Fourth and Miss Fifth both like him, Miss Fifth would rather disregard his reputation to get him... Yinlou secretly thought in his heart, if Miss Fifth can succeed tonight, after successfully marrying him, he will definitely marry him It's a dowry maid. The dowry maid has a high status, so she might be able to serve him by his side. If she is lucky enough to be favored by him and put in the house, then she will be an aunt... Speaking of which, she is not bad in appearance, so I wonder if she can catch his eyes? Yinlou's heart was full of twists and turns, and he thought very far in a short while.
She quickly came to her senses, right now she still has to help Fifth Miss to complete the task first, only when Fifth Miss succeeds will it be her turn. Seeing that Song Hui was silent, she remembered what Wei Zheng had said, and pretended to be anxious: "Miss, why hasn't she come... Maybe it's too far away, and the journey was delayed. My lady lives in the easternmost room, and the prince will wait here. For a while, the servant girl went to see what's going on." As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something, patted his forehead and suddenly realized: "Miss Si came back from the back mountain today, and she seems to be not feeling refreshed. Wasted a little time."
Song Hui froze slightly, and asked involuntarily, "Is Ah Luo sick?"
Yinlou nodded seriously and said: "Perhaps there is something dirty in the back mountain. I heard that Miss Si is not quite right when she comes back, and her face is not good-looking."
After finishing speaking, he quietly took a look at Song Hui, seeing that he really cared, and sighed to himself that it was Miss Fourth who really cared about him the most. Just now when she said that Miss Fifth was in a hurry, he kept his face calm, but now when he heard that Miss Fourth was in poor health, he immediately became nervous.
She didn't know if Miss Fourth was sick, but it was true that Wei Luo looked bad after returning from the back mountain, she saw it with her own eyes.
Yinlou pointed to one of the wing rooms and said, "The light in Miss Si's room was turned off early, she must be feeling unwell, so let's take a rest."
After finishing speaking, she didn't say any more, and walked to the east wing, "I'll go and see Miss Fifth, Master, please wait for a while."
Song Hui stood under the banyan tree, looking at Wei Luo's room, not moving for a long time.
She is sick? It was fine when I saw it during the day, why did I suddenly get sick at night? Is it serious? Have you asked the doctor to take a look? Song Hui obviously didn't want to think of her anymore, but he couldn't help caring about her. As long as he thought of her beautiful little face, sickly, pitifully saying "I feel bad", he couldn't help but feel soft.
In the end, he still couldn't let her go. Over the years, he had already gotten used to caring about her, just like his flesh and blood, it melted into his body and he couldn't let go of her. How can it be put down overnight.
Song Hui waited for a quarter of an hour, but Yinlou did not come back. After hesitating for a long time, he finally walked towards Wei Luo's room.
There was an octagonal palace lantern hanging under the corridor, the light was dim, and a gust of cool wind blew in, making the light sway, and even his shadow swayed along with it. He stood in front of the mullion door, raising his hand to knock on the door.
He raised his hand halfway, but suddenly woke up again and stopped.
What is he doing? This is her boudoir, did he want to harm her by breaking in in the middle of the night
If you are worried about her condition, why don't you just come early tomorrow morning
What's more, they have already made it clear during the day, since there is no engagement, what position does he have to care about her? Even if he got in, so what, what else could he salvage? She has someone she likes, and she definitely doesn't want to see him at this moment, he shouldn't make things difficult for her.
He stood outside the door, without making any further moves for a long time.
It took a long time for his hands to be numb, so he put them down, turned around and walked back.
Wei Luo said that he only regarded him as an elder brother, how can there be an elder brother who breaks into the boudoir in the middle of the night? Since there is no fate, then don't give yourself hope, and it's better to make a clean break from now on.
Can I still care about her in the future? Thinking of this question, he paused, then smiled lightly, and continued to walk forward. Mostly, I can only care about her in my heart. The person who justifiably cares about her is no longer him.
After Song Hui left, Jintai Court fell into silence again.
Not long after, a figure slowly walked out from under the banyan tree.
He was dressed in a brocade robe with a pattern of black and green treasures, wrapping his handsome and straight body. The moonlight fell from the top of his head and shone on his beautiful and delicate side face. The small birthmark under the corner of his eye reflected the white light, making him even more beautiful. He has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and when he looks at people, the tails of his eyebrows are slightly raised, and there is always a rebellious taste.
It was Li Song.
Li Song stood in the shadows and was never noticed.
Leaning against the wall just now, he heard the conversation between Song Hui and the maid, and knew that Wei Luo was ill.
He looked at the dark wing not far away, thought for a long time, and finally took a step forward.
He wanted to ask her many things, such as did she really divorce Song Hui? Did she fall in love with Zhao Jie? How far have they reached, have they ever slept in the same bed? The more he thought about it, the more difficult it was to hide the anger and shock in his chest. He was clearly the least qualified to ask her these things. After all, they looked at each other and it had nothing to do with him who she liked. But I couldn't help it, even if they were on edge when they met, I still wanted to look at her more and talk to her more.
He clenched the emerald golden cicada hairpin in his hand, and walked towards the door of Wei Luo's room step by step. He planned to return this thing to her tonight, and after returning it to her, he would have nothing to worry about from now on. If you look at this thing all the time, you won't think of her all the time, and you won't want her more and more.
He stood in front of the mullion door, raised his hand and knocked on the door, but no one answered.
Are you asleep
He hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and pushed open the mullion door, and walked into the room.
It was dark inside the door, and there was a sweet fragrance in the nostrils. There wasn't even a maid on duty in the room, so it was quiet and silent. Didn't you say you were sick, why no one took care of you? Li Song frowned slightly, walked into the inner room, walked around a landscape painting screen, and could barely see the scene on the bed through the bright moonlight outside the window.
There was a man lying on the bed with his black hair disheveled, his back turned to him. The small figure looked extremely fragile, making him stop for a moment.
At this time, she looked very obedient, without the coldness and disgust she had when facing him, and she was so weak and small that it made his heart tremble.
The person on the bed was covered with a thin blue bird-patterned blanket. Xu was awakened by his movement and thought it was a servant girl. He coughed and murmured: "Water... um, water..."
It was Li Song's first time breaking into a girl's boudoir, and he really had no experience. He was a little nervous at first, but he was stunned when he heard this sound. Although the voice was soft and pleasant, it was still somewhat different from Wei Luo's. Wei Luo's tone was softer, so soft that it could penetrate into the bones, instead of the current one, which was a bit deliberate. Li Song was about to think about it, when the person on the bed coughed again, more hurriedly than before: "Golden Lump, pour me some water..."
Li Song knew that Wei Luo had a maid named Jin Lu.
Probably because of illness, the voice changed.
He didn't leave immediately, and stared at the figure on the bed for a long time before pouring a glass of water on the round table beside him. Walking to the bed, picked her up from the bed, handed her to her mouth and said, "Drink."
He felt that he was seriously ill, didn't he mean to give him a hairpin? Why did you stay and take care of her
What does it matter to him whether she is thirsty or not
Thinking of this, he frowned, and was about to push her away. But the delicate body came up without warning, with arms wrapped around his waist, not letting him go.
She wore very little, only a thin tunic, nothing more. So much so that Li Song could clearly feel the arc of the girl, small and exquisite, just like the feeling when he pressed her against the wall during the Lantern Festival that day.
The little girl hugged him tightly, even rubbing her cheek in his arms, and acted pitifully: "I'm so cold..."
Li Song's body froze, he felt a fire rushing up from his stomach, and his whole body was dry and hot.