It's not a person all the way at all, their Pang family is a scholarly heirloom with strict family rules, their grandfather is knowledgeable, and they attach great importance to the writing and cultivation of their children, they are all carefully cultivated after learning Gao Huacai, on the other hand, Luo Jiayu, full of jewelry, is pampered and domineering, in Pang Xuanle's opinion, it is simply vulgar, he disdains to be with this kind of person.

At this time, the two brothers had already left the gate of the Hou Mansion, Pang Xuanxiu didn't speak until he got into the carriage, and said slowly, "No matter how delicate and arrogant Luo Jiayu is, he is also the only son of Luo Hou, and he should dare to walk sideways in the city, haven't you seen how intimate he is with His Royal Highness Zhaohua?" It is not an exaggeration to say that they are simply biological sisters and brothers, and now that my grandfather let Song Ji enter the Chitose Mansion, it is already a statement like His Majesty, and in the future, most of us will often walk around the Chitose Mansion, so it seems that it is not without benefit to be friendly with Luo Jiayu. ”

Pang Xuanle didn't care, frowned and said, "Even if I want to follow His Royal Highness Zhaohua, I don't want to have anything to do with Luo Jiayu." ”

Pang Xuanxiu was speechless for a while, looked at the naïve younger brother and shook his head, "In any case, it is really in this city that the Luohou Mansion is related to us, the grievances of the previous generation have passed, and even the grandfather is relieved, what are you more serious, you have to focus on the overall situation, do you think that the Pang family is still standing in the tepid glory of the city, what is the basis?"

Pang Xuanle was silent, of course he knew what he relied on, the ancestors of the Pang family have been Confucian heirlooms for generations, and they are not in the court but in the back house, and the world has called the Pang family as a 'think tank clan', they have always chosen the Ming lord to rely on, and the grandfather is now about to choose His Royal Highness Zhaohua, as for whether the master will change in the future, it is not clear.

In the Luohou Mansion, Weiyu and Luo Jiayu had a meal together, and retired the people who were waiting, Luo Jiayu led Weiyu alone to the northwest corner of the Hou Mansion, which was next to the ancestral hall, and even the people in the mansion did not often move around on weekdays.

Outside the courtyard gate, Luo Jiayu led Weiyu in, and turned around and said, "There is only one nurse and two maids in this courtyard, my father has explained the big steward, and some people inquired and said that they were thrown outside the Luohou Mansion at night and picked up by the chief steward. ”

Weiyu nodded, her voice low and soft, "Luo Hou arranged it very well." ”

Entering the house, the two big maids who were guarding the outer room hurriedly got up and saluted, Luo Jiayu waved his hand to let them out, and the nurse in the inner room had heard the movement and came out.

Weiyu's gaze instantly fell on the swaddling clothes in her arms, and she took two steps forward and stretched out her hand.

The nurse looked at Luo Jiayu at a loss.

"Leave the child behind, you go out first. Luo Jiayu said.

The nurse hurriedly responded, handed the child to Weiyu and withdrew.

Holding the small swaddling clothes in his arms, Weiyu looked at the child quietly, with light eyebrows, a straight nose bridge and tender lips, all of which were five points similar to Queen Yu and even her, especially these slightly round and dark eyes, Weiyu could almost think that when he grew up, these eyes would definitely be the same as her.

"He and that little girl don't look like dragons and phoenixes. Weiyu smiled gently, "That girl's eyebrows and eyes are more like her father." ”

Luo Jiayu also smiled when she heard this, looked at the milk doll and said, "The first time I saw this kid, I thought he looked very similar to my sister." ”

Weiyu sat down with her swaddling clothes in her arms, "I hugged another child in Fengyi Palace yesterday, and now I can't see anything when I'm young." Has your father been here?"

"It was sent by His Majesty himself. Luo Jiayu also sat down, "Your Majesty hasn't been here since then." ”

Weiyu nodded, and gently pinched the face of the milk doll, but the queen mother, I am afraid that she has never seen the child at a glance, and she will change it back in the future, and she doesn't know if she recognizes it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tighten his arms, listening to his 'babbling' hum, and couldn't help laughing.

It's him, it's all for him, everything he came to this time and space is pinned on such a milk doll.

Seeing that Weiyu was full of thoughts, Luo Jiayu's peach blossom eyes blinked, and smiled to comfort her, "Sister, don't worry, my father will definitely discipline him well, besides, at most, it will be a matter of a few years, and he will be able to bring him back to the palace." ”

"It's easy to bring him out now, but when the time comes, I'm afraid it will take some troubles. Weiyu sighed, got up and sent the child back to the back room, and put it on the rocking bed, the child's big dark eyes were still staring at her, and he didn't cry at all.

Weiyu smiled and turned to come out, "It's time for me to go home, and I'll come back another day." ”

"Let's go?", Luo Jiayu hurriedly got up and followed her, "Don't you wait to see your father?"

"I came here today to see this child, and I just came back to Yiyi, and I still have some things to do, so I won't delay. ”

As they spoke, the two had already left the courtyard, and seeing that she had made up her mind, Luo Jiayu no longer stayed, and sent her out of the house all the way.

Back at Chitose Mansion, the frame drove all the way into the door of the house, and before he could get out of the car and stand firm, he saw a person running from the side, and suddenly knelt at her feet and hugged her leg and cried.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, you can come back, if you don't come back, Dexi will have to hang the beam and follow you!"

Weiyu's eyebrows twitched, and he looked at Dexi who was crying with a headache, and then glanced at the people who came out of the courtyard.

"Dexi, get up. Weiyu frowned at him.

"Your Highness...", Dexi looked at her with teary eyes.

Jinyu, who had red eyes, hurriedly stepped forward to set up Dexi and reprimanded him in a low voice, "What are you doing here, don't you be ashamed, Your Highness is good, you are so useless, how can you control the people in the house in the future! She trained Dexi, and she couldn't help choking.

"I... I'm happy. Dexi rolled up his sleeves and wiped his tears and sobbed.

Seeing this, he sighed helplessly, and looked at the two of them with soft eyes, "It's wrong for you to be frightened." ”

Jin Yu cried with a 'woo', shook her head vigorously and said, "It's not Your Highness, it's that we didn't take care of Your Highness... Your Highness", crying, he couldn't help but step forward and hug him.

Helpless, she hugged her, patted her shoulder lightly to appease, and whispered.

"Okay, don't cry, this palace is not coming back safely, if you continue to cry, the whole city knows that this palace is in danger. At this time, the past should not be extraneous anymore. ”

Jinyu nodded, then she held back, sniffed, and looked at Weiyu and smiled.

"Your Highness must be tired, the hot water is ready, the slave and maid will wait for His Highness to return to the room, relieve fatigue, and rest well. ”

Weiyu smiled, "It's still your intimacy, let's go", and said to Dexi, "It's all gone." ”

Dexi hurriedly turned around and waved his hand at the people in the courtyard, while trotting to catch up with Weiyu and Jinyu, "Your Highness, I have handed over many posts in the house in the morning to pay respects to Your Highness." ”

Weiyu waved his hand, "It's all back, no one in this palace is seen today." After a pause, he said, "Go, call Song Ji to see me." ”

Song Ki?

Dexi was stunned for a moment, stopped and watched silently leave, scratching his head in confusion.