After that, Zhou Huaru leaned over to salute Zhao Ting, then bent over and lowered his head, preparing to leave with a light walk.
Zhao Ting stood with his hands on one side, his posture straight, a trace of disappointment flashed across his gentle face, and his hands behind his waist were also gently clenched into fists. But seeing Zhou Huaru passing by herself after retiring and about to leave, Zhao Ting reached out and gently pulled her sleeves to stop her from moving forward.
Zhou Hua was shocked, and instinctively wanted to withdraw her sleeves, but when she saw that the other party was pulling tightly, she gave up.
On the face, he tried his best to keep calm, and only whispered: "I wonder what else the Prince has ordered? The courtiers listened with respect."
Seeing this, Zhao Ting's impression of her became better, not afraid of danger, even fear, and would not mess up his position. Such a woman is indeed worthy of the words "dignified and stable, virtuous and generous". It is easy, good, and of good character, even in the capital city. Such a woman should be the son of the son of a family of officials and the descendants of the official family vying for marriage. The target is, how come you are now at this age, yet you haven't decided on a marriage
Zhao Ting couldn't understand what he thought of such a beautiful and quiet woman.
Men are born with a desire to conquer, and Xiao said that Zhao Ting is noble in the heavenly family. The more unobtainable women, the more difficult to conquer women, the more he wants to conquer. What's more, the woman in front of him is so beautiful, it is really worth all he has to put in to fight for it.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ting let go, but didn't say anything to let her go.
It's autumn, and after the sun has set, the sky will soon be late. The original blue sky gradually turned dark blue, and the stars on the horizon slowly climbed up. The evening breeze was blowing, and in the garden of Prince Jin's mansion, there were only two people standing quietly together, no one spoke, but no one left.
Caiyun, who had been waiting quietly a little further away, saw it and stomped her feet in a hurry, but the other party was the current prince, who couldn't even deal with her own girl. How could she be saved as a slave? It's useless to be in a hurry, Caiyun thought, she must hurry up and find someone who can be saved.
Thinking of this, after looking at her master from a distance, Caiyun decided to go to Princess Jin.
Because the matter was really urgent, Caiyun was rushing for time and couldn't care about anything, she just ran away.
It was getting late, and she ran with her head buried in her head. She didn't pay attention to the road ahead, and suddenly ran into someone. Caiyun was taken aback, and quickly looked up. Seeing that it was the former Emperor Jing Yuan and the current King Zhongshan, Caiyun's legs trembled with fright, and she knelt down quickly, her expression even more abnormal.
"Caiyun, what's the matter with you? What about your master?" Zhao Yu wore a scarlet brocade robe, and a trace of anger flashed across Junyi's face. This anger was obviously directed at Caiyun, and it was strange that she didn't always protect herself. The host was approaching, and seeing her shivering but not speaking, Zhao Yu shook off her robe fiercely, and the volume increased a bit, "Say!"
"Master... Master..." Caiyun had acted rather calmly, but now she stammered, "Master is okay."
This look clearly means something is going on. This girl concealed that she wanted to conceal herself. It must have happened. Zhao Yu's expression became worse and he was obviously anxious.
Squeezing his voice and holding his breath, Zhao Yu knew that he was no longer the emperor of the dynasty, and at this moment he could not act as if he cared very much about Ru'er. He stood quietly in one place, ventilated, and then continued to ask: "Caiyun, although I am only the princess, but if something really happens to your girl, I can help how much. You say, let's Think of a solution together."
There were two entourages by Zhao Yu, Caiyun raised her head slightly, and glanced at the two entourages.
"Retreat." Zhao Yu commanded, his voice very cold.
The two entourage looked at each other, and then both clasped their fists at Zhao Yu and retreated dozens of steps away from Zhao Yu, but they were still visible from a distance and did not leave.
Seeing that only Zhao Yu was left, Caiyun cried and said: "The prince of the county, if you have a way, please invite the King Jin to come down. Our girl is in Juyuan, and the Prince is also there. The prince wanted to leave this time, and His Royal Highness stopped the girl. Fortunately, when the girl was enjoying the flowers, the slave and maid stood farther away, so she had time to run out to rescue the soldiers. His Royal Highness wanted to marry our girl as the prince's concubine. No one in the entire capital doesn't know, but... Our girl doesn't have that will. This time, the girl is really embarrassed."
"Caiyun, you go find Princess Jin, I'll go and check it out first." Zhao Yu ordered, and did not wait for Caiyun to reply, but hurried to the palace garden.
Caiyun didn't delay her effort anymore, got up, and ran away again.
Zhao Ting had never seen the Zhou family girl up close, and had never been alone with her before. When he was in the Yiwang Mansion, he had only seen it once from a distance. At that time, I only felt that it was the eldest daughter of Zhou Guogong Mansion in the upper capital, and her overall temperament was different from that of others.
At that time, Wang hadn't made trouble, and he had never thought about it.