Zhao Teng shook when he heard the news, and asked in a trembling voice, "When was that?" ”

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Zhao Teng held on to the table so that he did not fall.

finally got the approval from his parents, and happily rushed back with gifts to propose his relatives, but at the last moment he learned that someone had already taken the lead.

It would have been easier if the person who had ascended first was someone else, but he was his cousin, a good partner who had played since childhood, and a future monarch.

Zhao Teng sat down in his seat, looking at his scarred hands, and wanted to cry without tears.

He knew that Wenhui liked plum blossoms, so when he passed through Meiling, he deliberately went to a place near the cliff and folded three branches that were big, fragrant and bright, carefully packed them in a small basket, and spread a layer of cloth on top of the basket, ready to take them to her when he arrived in Beijing. When he picked plum blossoms and returned, due to the slippery snow road, everyone and horses overturned, and his whole person rolled straight down the slope and almost hit a boulder.

In order to protect the plum blossoms in the basket, he only paid attention to covering the basket when he rolled down, and had no time to take care of anything else, so his right hand was broken and broken.

But he was in a hurry to return to Beijing at the time, so he only hastily applied some medicine, and he wore stars and moons on the road after that, and rarely stopped, so he could often feel that the broken hand was faintly painful, but he just wanted to get to Beijing early, so he didn't care too much. Later, even with good medicine, the broken hand was not as flexible as before, and it hurt faintly every rainy day. That's an afterword.

Zhao Teng rushed back to the capital in the shortest time.

But it was still one step later than Zhao Qian.

What now? After learning the news, Zhao Teng asked himself.

He liked her so much, so much that it was hard to describe in words, how could he be willing to watch her become someone else's wife like this? He closed his eyes and pondered.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, got up and walked outside.

Zhao Teng knew that she was only twelve years old this year, and even if Zhao Gan was engaged to her, he would have to wait until she was fifteen years old to get married, so in the past three years, as long as he dared to let go, he might not have a chance to snatch her back.

It was late at night, and there was silence in the Wen Mansion.

Wen Hui hadn't fallen asleep yet, and was reclining on the bed thinking about her thoughts.

That time, she was invited to the Queen Mother's birthday banquet, and the Queen Mother smiled with a smile in her eyes from the first time she saw her, looking very satisfied. Throughout the banquet, the Queen Mother let her follow her, and from time to time she took her slender jade hand to look at it. After the wedding banquet, the Queen Mother asked her what books she had read, whether she could play the piano, paint, etc., and she answered them one by one, and the smile on the Queen Mother's face became deeper and deeper.

That is, Wen Hui was already faintly aware of the Queen Mother's intention to invite her into the palace, and she was a little apprehensive.

Judging from his appearance and family background, Zhao Gan is naturally impeccable, but since Wen Hui has never been in contact with Zhao Gan since he was rescued, he doesn't know Zhao Gan's thoughts. Now that she saw that the Queen Mother invited her into the palace and asked so many personal questions, Wen Hui knew that Zhao Gan meant something here.

Of course, she also likes the gentle and steady Zhao Qian.

But she often remembered Zhao Teng's hot eyes when he looked at her.

If he chose Zhao Gan, would Zhao Teng be very sad?

She felt he would.

Thinking that Zhao Teng might be sad, Wen Hui's heart was inexplicably sad.

A few days later, Zhao Teng suddenly left the capital and went back to Xiliang.

At that time, Wen Hui didn't know that he went back to Xiliang to discuss with his parents about marrying her, so he thought that he would have to return to Beijing next year, feeling both lost and melancholy, but it was not easy to tell others.

A few days later, Zhao Qian asked her to go rafting.

In the suburbs of early spring, you can hear the soft chirping of birds everywhere, and you can see the green water and grass along the road, and then blow the cool breeze of Xixi, and the mood of the two is extremely comfortable.

She and he stood at the bow of the boat, watching the calm water and the scenery on both sides.

The morning sun shone on the youthful faces of the two, reflecting a halo of happiness.

Zhao Qian gently shook her hand.

Wen Hui didn't dare to look up, afraid to look at his fiery gaze.

Zhao Qian looked at her quietly, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

Suddenly, a large fish jumped out of the water and made a high splash. Wen Hui was startled, and leaned towards Zhao Gan instinctively. Zhao Qian immediately hugged her tightly and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

His arms were so wide and warm, and the hands that embraced her were so gentle and powerful, that she was instantly afraid of nothing.

He looked at her in his arms for a long time, and his heart swelled with all kinds of tenderness and sweetness. He asked her softly, "Is it okay to be my wife?" The Queen Mother and the Queen are very satisfied with you, and I, I was moved at the first sight of you. ”

This happiness came so suddenly that Wen Hui didn't know how to answer all of a sudden.

Zhao Teng's hot gaze appeared in her mind again at this time.

"I ...... I'll have to go back and ask my dad for my opinion. Wen Hui replied in a low voice.

"I know, that's the next step, and for now I just want to hear from you." He stared at her delicate face and said that he wanted to marry her home immediately.

"I ......" Wen Hui wanted to say but stopped.

"Don't you like me?" Zhao Qian asked close to her ear.

Wen Hui shook her head.

Of course she liked him too.

She just felt like she was climbing a little bit above him. She has not yet had the confidence to play the role of the crown princess.

Zhao Qian smiled, hugged her a little tighter, and said, "As long as you like me too, then everything will be easy." ”

He has always been resolute and straightforward. It's the same with feelings.

Wen Hui looked up at him.

His eyes were real, and his expression was serious.

"Don't worry, I like you, and I'll always be good to you. Even if I have other concubines in the future, my heart is only on you. He said, leaning over to kiss her forehead as he spoke. He still wanted to kiss her cherry lips, but he was afraid that it would scare her, so he held back.

Unlike Zhao Teng, Zhao Qian was measured in everything she did, so she felt particularly relaxed when she was with him.

And when she was with Zhao Teng, she was always very nervous and uncomfortable.

Maybe this person is more suitable to be a husband, right? She thought to herself, slowly resting her head on his chest.

Three days later, the royal edict Wen Shenghao entered the palace to talk about Zhao Qian and Wen Hui's family affairs.

Wen Shenghao never thought of letting his daughter marry into the emperor's family, so he was very hesitant after learning what they meant. He euphemistically prevaricated on the grounds that his daughter was still young, but the queen mother said that she could marry them first, and then marry after Wenhui and Lu, and said that Zhao Qian was a person with a stable personality and a sense of affection, and naturally she would not be treated badly in the future. (To be continued.) )