The noisy voices of the guests in the front yard came one after another, pushing cups and changing cups, toasting and staggering, which further set off the deathly tranquility under the verandah.
Wei Luo froze for a moment, followed Chang Hong's gaze to look over Zhao Jie's head, and quickly understood what was going on. This is the jade pen she gave back last time, Chang Hong must have recognized it... What should I do now? She didn't dare to go forward, always feeling that the two of them would fight in the next moment.
Wei Luo originally planned to leave quietly, but Wei Changmi's uncle Qin Ce turned his head in response, looked over, and said curiously, "Oh, Chang Mi is here to play?" He looked up and stopped on her face After thinking about it, he called out her name: "This is...Chang Mi's fourth sister, Ah Luo's niece?"
Qin Ce often went to the British government when he was young, and Wei Luo was only three or four years old at that time. It was normal for Wei Luo not to know him, but he did.
Geinwei Luo looks very similar to Jiang Miaolan, with an apricot face and peach cheeks, beautiful eyes and cherry lips. Before Jiang Miaolan gave birth to Wei Luo and Wei Changhong, Qin Ce met Jiang Miaolan several times and was deeply impressed by her. Later, she left without warning, leaving behind a pair of children, and Qin Ce regretted it for a long time. Now these two sons and daughters have grown up, one has grown into a handsome young man, standing opposite him at this moment;
When Wei Changhong heard Qin Ce calling Ah Luo, he turned his eyes and followed the sound.
Wei Luo walked extremely slowly step by step, until the whole person appeared in Chang Hong's sight. She felt that she was wrong, her lips smacked twice, and she shouted flatteringly: "Chang Hong, why are you here?"
Wei Changhong remained silent, looking straight at her, with discontent, grievance, and injury in his eyes. He recognized the jade rod on Zhao Jie's head, it was the one she bought together when she went to the street to buy gifts for him last time. At that time, he thought it was for Song Hui, and although he was unwilling, he reluctantly accepted it. Now he actually saw this Yuji appearing on Zhao Jie's head, that's why he chased it all the way out, and wanted to ask, did Ah Luo give it to Zhao Jie? What is their relationship
In an instant, the feeling of being deceived came to his mind, Wei Changhong withdrew his pitiful eyes when he was looking at Wei Luo, and viciously gouged Zhao Jie.
He must be the one who seduced Ah Luo, otherwise how could Ah Luo have taken a liking to him? Not to mention that he was nearly ten years older than Ah Luo, and he was not as good-looking as Song Hui, Ah Luo even looked down on Song Hui, let alone him.
Wei Changhong clenched his fists in his sleeves, took half a step forward, and said, "You..."
Wei Luo thought he was going to do something. After all, there was such a precedent. When Li Song belittled him on the Lantern Festival, didn't he just punch him? Thinking of this, Wei Luo hurriedly stepped forward to hold Chang Hong's fist, pleading with her eyes, and said anxiously: "...don't hit him."
After saying this sentence, Wei Changhong's body froze and his eyes were mournful.
On the contrary, Zhao Jie on the opposite side curled his thin lips, faded away from the sharpness just now, and looked at the little girl in front of him with a smile.
Wei Luo didn't know why she rushed forward. At that time, she only wanted to prevent Zhao Jie from being beaten, but she never thought that doing so would be equivalent to tacitly acquiescing her relationship with Zhao Jie. A trace of regret flashed across her face, and when she was feeling annoyed, Chang Hong grabbed her wrist instead, and led her to turn around and leave. She followed up helplessly, and before she could take a step, the other hand was held by Zhao Jie.
Zhao Jie stood where he was, with a smile on his lips and burning eyes: "Don't go."
He seemed relaxed, but in fact, his subordinates secretly exerted some strength, neither to hurt Wei Luo, nor to let her break free easily.
Sure enough, Wei Luo twitched, but couldn't get it out.
She thought angrily, what on earth do these two people want? This is in the Marquis of Anling's Mansion, not in his own home. Fortunately, there was no one in the corridor at this time. If she was seen by others, would her reputation still be ruined? When Wei Luo was in a hurry, Qin Ce at the side finally saw the way. He held Wei Changmi by the hand, and with a gesture of watching the show, he smiled and said, "My study is near here, why don't I take you there for a drink?" A cup of tea, do you have something to sit down and talk about?"
Wei Changhong stopped without saying a word.
Zhao Jie was also noncommittal.
It seems that they all acquiesced. With a smile, Qin Ce turned around and made a "please" gesture: "Then come with Qin."
Today is the birthday banquet of the Marquis of Anling, and there are more people in the residence of the Marquis of Anling than usual, so it is inevitable to meet guests or servants when walking down the corridor. Zhao Jie must have realized this, and slowly let go of Wei Luo's hand, walked in front and said, "It's no problem."
Whether it's Qin Ce's words.
Qin Ce has a very good friendship with Zhao Jie, and they often keep in touch in private. Most of Zhao Jie's formation of troops when he sent Wu Jiang was planned by Qin Ce. It can be said that Qin Ce was half of Zhao Jie's military advisor.
Several people came to the study room, Qin Ce pushed open the mullion door, invited them in, sat behind the carved huanghuali marble tea table, took out a pot of Dongting Junshan from the Duobao Pavilion at the back, and used a teaspoon from the silver cloud and dragon pattern double ears Scooped a spoonful of tea from the covered pot and poured it into a purple sand pot, and set a pot of tea. He didn't sit for a long time, and led Wei Changmi away with great eyesight: "Prince Jing and the sixth young master have a slow chat, I'll take Brother Mi out for a walk."
Zhao Jie twirled the jade wrench on his thumb and hummed in a low voice.
Wei Changmi was unwilling, and struggled on Qin Ce's shoulder: "I don't want to leave, I want to stay with Sister Ah Luo, little uncle..."
Qin Ce patted his butt, smiled and said, "Go, little uncle will take you on the swing."
Silly boy, your elder sister Ah Luo has no time to talk to you at this time.
The atmosphere in the study is delicate.
Wei Luo stared at the purple sand pot in front of him. After the tea in the pot was boiled, he used a tea strainer to skim off the foam on the tea soup, and poured three cups of tea into the black colored bamboo sparrow-patterned teacup. One cup was handed to Chang Hong, one cup was for herself, and the other cup was about to be brought to Zhao Jie. Chang Hong looked over with cold eyes, she paused, bowed her head and said hurriedly, "I'll drink two cups."
Zhao Jie laughed lowly, and took a cup of tea from her without asking, and said in a teasing tone: "The tea is hot, let me do it for you."
Wei Changhong's hand holding the teacup had protruding knuckles, and Wei Luo was worried that he would do something if he continued, so he didn't answer, and drank his tea silently with his head down.
After the tea cooled down a bit, Wei Changhong picked up the black teacup and drank it down in one gulp, regardless of whether it was hot or not. He pondered for a long time, and then slowly asked: "Ah Luo, is the jade pen from you?"
Wei Luo took a sip of tea, and said "Mmm" in a low voice.
Sure enough, Wei Changhong couldn't tell what was in his heart. A little pantothenic and a little bored, if it was Song Hui in the past, forget it, after all, although he didn't like Song Hui, he had already made plans to hand over Wei Luo to Song Hui. But suddenly a Zhao Jie appeared for no reason, and his psychological construction over the years fell apart, as if he had received a huge shock, and his whole person was not very good.
Why is it him? He used to think that Zhao Jie's appearance was barely noticeable, but now he doesn't like it no matter how he looks at it.
Wei Luo used to be Zhao Liuli's companion when she was a child, and she had a lot of contact with Zhao Jie at that time. It's just that every time they meet, they are either in the palace or outside the palace, and they seldom have contact with the British government in an open manner. Therefore, Wei Changhong only knows about this person and does not know his relationship with Wei Luo.
Wei Luo never told him deliberately, so that he didn't realize the clue until today.
Wei Changhong raised his eyes and looked fiercely at Zhao Jie on the opposite side, but he asked Wei Luo, "Did you go to the street to buy something for him, did you buy me a gift along the way?"
Wei Luo shook her head again and again, this is really not true. If the reason for his anger is here, then she is willing to explain: "Of course not, I went to the street to pick out gifts for you. I just bought the jade pen by the way."
Now Zhao Jie couldn't laugh anymore.
Wei Changhong's complexion improved a little, he thought for a while and asked again: "You divorced Song Hui... because of him?"
Wei Luo still shook her head, and said honestly, "No, I decided to divorce Brother Song Hui a long time ago. Even if there was no Brother Jing, I would have done so."
Zhao Jie drooped the corners of his mouth, his expression slightly grave.
Wei Changhong's mood gradually improved, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, thinking that Zhao Jie was not that important in Wei Luo's heart. "Then why did you give him the jade pen? What relationship do you have with him? Ah Luo, did he bully you for being young and ignorant and threaten you with his status?"
Zhao Jie's eyes were covered with haze: "..."
He raised his phoenix eyes and looked at Wei Luo opposite, as if he was also waiting for her answer.
Wei Luo froze for a moment, then shook her head lightly: "No, where are you going?" She lowered her thick eyelashes to block the thousands of lights that flowed in her eyes: "We are in love with each other."
Zhao Jie looked at her steadfastly, this was the first time he heard the truth from a young girl. He pressed him countless times before, but she still refused to show her affection, but now she finally told the truth to Wei Changhong. He propped his chin, and stared at the little girl opposite with his black eyes motionless, just waiting for her to say what he wanted to hear.
Wei Luo felt even more embarrassed when he looked at her like this, her ears were burning red, extending all the way to her smooth and slender jade neck. Her long and curled eyelashes trembled again and again, and she said slowly but firmly: "Brother Jing Wang is very good to me... He protected me since childhood, and no matter what I did, he would end for me. I used to regard him as a big brother, but not now Yes. Chang Hong, I don't want to marry brother Song Hui, but I want to marry brother Jing Wang."
This is a very bold statement.
After all, Wei Luo was not thick-skinned, her face flushed after she finished speaking, and her big, shining eyes rolled around, but she just didn't look at Zhao Jie who was opposite her.
After Wei Changhong listened, there was a long silence.
On the other hand, Zhao Jie, the curvature of the corners of his lips is getting bigger and bigger, which is in stark contrast with Chang Hong. He couldn't help holding Wei Luo's hand on the table, and squeezed her palm: "Baby..."
Wei Luo patted his hand away and gave him an angry look, "Don't touch me."
With Chang Hong present, he still dares to be so unscrupulous, how shameless he is? If it wasn't because he was wearing that jade rod to go out, how could the current situation be caused? In the final analysis, it was his fault for being too flamboyant.
Zhao Jie smiled and withdrew his hand as he said: "Okay, okay."
Naturally, Wei Changhong did not miss this scene. He was hit hard and sat in a daze for a while before standing up and asking Zhao Jie, "Then when do you plan to propose marriage?"
Zhao Jie looked up at him: "The day after tomorrow."
He nodded slowly, as if he had made a great decision, he pulled Wei Luo up from the pole and walked out the door: "Then before you get married, you'd better not meet Ah Luo."
Wei Luo quickly put down the teacup and followed him out of the house.
Chang Hong walked out the door, and just as she was about to step over the threshold, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist from behind, and she was led back with a light hook.
She was startled, and abruptly let go of Chang Hong's hand. Before she could cry out, the mullion door in front of the door closed with a "bang", cutting off the indoor and outdoor scenes.
Zhao Jie turned her around, pressed against the mullioned door, and stared at her little face. What she said just now kept echoing in his mind, so much so that Wei Changhong told him not to see her, but he didn't take it to heart. He leaned over and kissed her lips: "The little mouth is so sweet, let me taste it with honey?"
"Well… "
Wei Luo closed her eyes and had no choice but to stand on tiptoe to meet his kiss.
His hands poked in from under her clothes, and he paused when he touched her delicate and smooth skin, then he poked in from her belly pocket without hesitation, and rubbed wantonly.
Wei Luo couldn't resist, glistening saliva flowed from her lips, her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed. Zhao Jie finally kissed enough, let go of her, smiled and wiped off the water stains around her lips with his thumb, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mmm, sweeter than honey."
Wei Luo's cheeks were red, and she bit his thumb with her mouth open.
Outside the door, Wei Changhong stood in front of the Zhiling door, and could hear the movement inside clearly. His face was livid, and he really regretted that he didn't punch Zhao Jie in the face just now.