Zhuo Yijia turned his head, looked at Zhao Fengyao, and swept his gaze: "The third daughter of the Zhuo family promised the second prince to be the main concubine, if you want Zhuo Shunwu to submit to us without hesitation, only you promise to marry the fourth daughter of Zhuo as a wife." ”

Zhao Fengyao listened to Zhuo Yijia's words, looked at her fixedly, and tightened her hand holding the brush.

Of course, it's just a lie to fool Zhuo Shunwu. Zhuo Yijia then said, then turned her head and swept her gaze over the rice paper with her name written on Zhao Fengyao's desk.

Zhao Fengyao looked at Zhuo Yijia, his face darkened. He put down his hand holding the pen, and when he looked down, he looked down at the words written on the paper in front of him, and his brow furrowed. With a dark face, he picked up the clean rice paper on the side and covered it, picked up the pen, and paused, as if he didn't know what to write.

He raised his head again and looked at Zhuo Yijia. The dark face asked: "Why can you even take advantage of your own marriage?"

"But it's a child's own affair. Zhuo Yijia turned his head, looked at Zhao Fengyao and said, his eyes swept over the white paper on his desk.

Zhao Fengyao looked at Zhuo Yijia coldly, and after a while, he put down the brush in his hand and said lukewarmly: "You don't care, but I can't do it." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Zhuo Yijia: "Since I said that I want to marry the four daughters of the Zhuo family, then I want to marry." Otherwise, I wouldn't have said. ”

Zhuo Yijia listened to Zhao Fengyao's words, rolled her eyes, and looked at him with anger: "Zhao Fengyao, can you understand the priority of the matter?"

Zhao Fengyao looked at Zhuo Yijia and said coldly: "For me, marrying a wife is important. ”

"You are still the prince of Rongle County, who killed all sides in the past, and you can't be your own children's private affairs in this world. After that, Zhuo Yijia sneered: "Since you are so unwilling, then this matter will be stopped." If you have to go against me, I will go to Qingzhou with Beiliang to lead the troops. All opinions are up to you to choose and command. ”

As he spoke, Zhuo Yijia got up, glanced at Zhao Fengyao with a calm face and indifferent face, lowered his eyebrows, and turned around and walked towards the big bookshelf when he came.

"Why are you going to Qingzhou with Bei Liang?" Zhao Fengyao's cool body came from behind him, and the sound of a broken brush was heard.

Zhuo Yijia didn't look back, only said: "Just go to Qingzhou to guard, and wait for your choice." As he spoke, he paused, and said, "It's better than staying in the capital to see you respond to me." ”

"Shall I respond to you?" Zhao Fengyao put down the broken brush in his right hand, stood up, looked at Zhuo Yijia tightly, and looked at Zhuo Yijia coldly, his eyes were slightly red: "How can I respond to you?"

"Isn't it against me that you should answer me?" Zhuo Yijia turned his head and looked at Zhao Fengyao with a calm face.

"Oppose? Zhao Jingshu, do you think I'm not as cold-blooded and ruthless as you are against you?" Zhao Fengyao looked at Zhuo Yijia deadly: "Just because I value my children's private feelings, I am against you?"

"Heavy affection?" Zhuo Yijia turned around, looked at Zhao Fengyao fixedly, frowned tightly, raised his voice, and said sharply: "Since you are ready to take the position of the Son of Heaven with me, you should throw away your love! Since ancient times, kings have been unkind, and what do you have to talk to me about the long and short of love when you enter this road! Zhao Fengyao, do you see what you want to do clearly?"

In the end, Zhuo Yijia turned his head, exhaled deeply, looked at the yellow locust tree blooming outside the window, eased his emotions, and said: "Marriage? What kind of thing is marriage to you, a person who seeks a big position? ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Zhao Fengyao, and said calmly: "As the descendant of the royal family, I also want to fill the harem for you to extend the royal heirs." ”

Zhao Fengyao looked at Zhuo Yijia deadly, and after she finished speaking, she turned her head, and through the window, the yellow acacia of a tree held the look in her eyes, and said indifferently: "As soon as it is night today, I will go to Zhuo's house." ”

With that, he looked down at the white paper on the bookcase. The cool breeze outside the window blew a foot of white paper, revealing the handwriting below.

Falling in love with a heartless person is so hurtful.

When he looked up again, there was no trace of emotion on his face.

Raised his feet to bypass the bookcase, no longer looked at Zhuo Yijia, and walked towards the outside of the study. The clear back is a little lonely.

Zhuo Yijia turned his head and looked at Zhao Fengyao's back, his face was cold. The hand at his side was clenched.

Sanniang, who followed behind her, raised her eyes, turned her head to look at Zhao Fengyao's back walking away, and then looked back at Zhuo Yijia with a cold face in front of her, sighed slightly, and lowered her head again.

At night, the sky is clear and the evening breeze is gentle. Midsummer nights are quiet and noisy. Human voices are rarely heard, but the frogs in the pond in the courtyard are constantly chirping.

In the main courtyard of the Zhuo family in the Zhenguo General's Mansion, Hua Taijun had already washed and changed his clothes, sitting under the eaves of the Jinhua Courtyard, half lying on the rocking chair of the pear blossom wood, shaking while looking up at the moon in the sky.

Yi Mei in front of her knelt on the ground and pinched Hua Taijun's legs, and Yi Ju next to her was half kneeling and gently fanning the cool breeze. Mama Cao behind her stood with her hands hanging down in front of her abdomen.

Hua Taijun let the rocking chair slowly rock, and the breeze next to him swept across his cheeks. She tilted her head slightly, looking up at the full moon in the sky.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the osmanthus fragrance outside the Zhuoxi wing is ten miles. It's a pity that people can't be grouped.

Today, when the bad news of Han'er hanging herself in the cold palace came, she felt as if she had taken away her last breath. The old lady went to the palace with the boss, but was bombarded back by Emperor Ming Xian.

What is the use of the funeral ceremony in the future, people are dead.

Hua Taijun sat in the rocking chair, his thin chapped lips trembling slightly. She sipped it tightly, looking at the full moon hanging in the night sky, and her thoughts were full of complaints.

In the past, year after year, she never felt that there was anything wrong, but now that she thought about it, she found that there were not many women left in the Zhuo family. Only Sister Ping and Sister Yun remained.

Except for an old Wu Ya'er who drowned at the age of two, the other children are obviously bright and prosperous. The older a person gets, the more he can't understand it.

Han'er, who was in power in the harem, hanged herself in the deep palace; Sun Xiangjia's eldest grandson's daughter-in-law died of illness on the way to exile; and there was a smart and amazing fourth son, who died tragically in the mountains many years ago.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of many, many years ago, on the third day of the first year of Han'er's entry into the palace, when they went to Fanlin Temple to burn incense and ask for a signature.

Coincidentally, Han'er and Rou'er are both signed. Jia'er, who drew a strange lot, didn't show it to others, pinched it and threw it into the lottery, telling others that it was the lottery.

Come to think of it, she probably drew the lottery back then. It's just that as a concubine, she doesn't dare to let the clansmen see it, so as not to lose her protection.

Hua Taijun looked at the round bright moon, closed his eyes, and there were a little tears in the corners of his eyes. Her old face was wrinkled, and her silver-white hair was draped, and her sideburns were ruffled by the evening breeze.

She opened her eyes, raised her hand tremblingly, and straightened her sideburns. A long sigh.

"Yimei. Hua Taijun tilted his head slightly and called softly.

Yimei gently pinched Hua Taijun's legs, looked up at her, and responded, "Taijun." ”

"You've passed the year of Mei. Hua Taijun said, slowly turned his head to look at Yimei, and asked softly.

Yimei nodded, and said with a gentle face: "It's nearly thirty." ”

Hua Taijun listened to Yimei's voice, was stunned, and said quietly: "I remember when you came to my side, but the year of the golden hairpin was not enough." As she spoke, she sighed leisurely: "The years are really unforgiving. ”

Saying that, Hua Taijun moved his body, looked at Yi Mei and suddenly said, "You can't see so many people I promised you, do you really want to die by my side?"

Yimei looked at Hua Taijun and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the voice of Mama Cao behind her.

"Taijun, Taiye is back. Mama Cao, who was standing behind her, bent down slightly and said softly.

Hua Taijun turned his head and looked at the road at the entrance of Jinhua Courtyard, and saw Mrs. Zhuo striding in from outside.

Zhuo Shunwu walked straight to the door of the main house, looked at Hua Taijun sitting under the eaves, frowned, and mentioned the silk blanket covered by Hua Taijun's legs: "Why don't you go back to the house to rest?"