Zhao Ji and the woman were talking, and the two of them were reciting poems and lyrics, so comfortable. Zhao Ji lowered her head and pondered why she was so sad, and what could affect her mood; The woman bowed her head and remained silent, not knowing what to think again.

When the woman came up the mountain, she was dressed thickly, a white coat with white velvet around her white neck, tightly wrapped. Although Zhao Ji also knew that the cold wind in the mountains at night was cold, he drank happily with everyone and forgot the time to go back, only the thin clothes were soaked before, and his back was a little cold.

"Ahh

Zhao Ji couldn't help but sneeze, his nose was a little stuffed, and his voice was a little hoarse. The woman looked up and saw that his face was a little purple, but he was frozen, frowning, so that Zhao Ji was stunned, only to feel that the chill on his body would dissipate in time.

The woman frowned and said with concern: "You should know that the cold wind in the mountains is colder than the downhill, why don't you wear more clothes?" ”

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "Momentary negligence is not a big deal!" ”

He could not fail to answer the woman's questions, nor could he tell the truth, nor could he say that he had forgotten the time by drinking with his brothers. If he really said this, he was afraid that his image would be greatly reduced in the woman's heart, so he brushed it off and didn't want to say more.

"Come with me!" The woman stood up, and Zhao Ji hurriedly followed behind her.

A moment later, Zhao Ji came to the mouth of a cave. The woman asked him to wait outside, she walked in alone, and when she came out after a while, she had a thick robe in her hand, handed it to Zhao Ji, and said, "You will put this dress on for the time being!" ”

Zhao Ji thanked him, then tied his clothes, his body was much warmer, and asked, "Could it be that Miss lives here alone?" ”

The woman shook her head, said nothing, and walked away. Zhao Ji was not familiar with this place, and he didn't know whether to leave or stay, so he could only continue to follow her. The two walked one after the other, and Zhao Ji silently watched her back, and didn't dare to say more.

The woman never spoke, and sat quietly on a chair in the gazebo, staring at the fog ahead, not knowing what to think of any more. Zhao Ji saw that she had never spoken, and she couldn't find any topic, so she was silent, so she had to watch the fog with her.

The company of beautiful women is also a great joy in life!

Zhao Ji still couldn't help but ask, "Dare to ask Miss Fang's name?" ”

The woman replied: "Yuluo, the surname is Nangong, and I ask what the son is called?" ”

"The wind blows the feathers and falls lightly, and the butterfly loves the flowers and flies!" Zhao Ji couldn't help but admire, and then replied: "Under Zhao Ji!" ”

Nangong Yuluo saw that Zhao Ji was a chapter, and he also made his name into a poem, he admired his literary brilliance a little, and heard his surname, frowned and said: "Your surname is Zhao?" So what is your relationship with the royal family of the Great Song Dynasty? ”

Zhao Ji saw that her face was getting colder, and after thinking about it, she still couldn't tell her true identity, so she concealed it: "I am fortunate to have the same surname as the children of the Great Song Dynasty, but it has nothing to do with them. Born in the capital, but he is a scholarly family, and there is no relationship between the prince and the nobles, I don't know if Miss Yuluo knows the royal family? ”

"Yes, of course I know!" Nangong Yu clenched his silver teeth, seeing that Zhao Ji was inexplicable, he guessed that there must be a grudge, so he must not let her know his true identity.

Zhao Ji couldn't figure out why Nangong Yuluo hated the royal children so much, but he didn't ask too much. After all, this is a private matter of others, and they dare not ask more. Then, Nangong Yuluo asked Zhao Ji about some things to play in the capital, and Zhao Ji also told them one by one, and she was fascinated by it.

Zhao Ji said: "Hasn't Miss Yuluo ever set foot in the capital? ”

"Since she was born, the little girl has never left her parents, nor has she gone anywhere alone." Nangong Yuluo said with a sad expression, "Now that they are all gone, I still can't go to other places to see." ”

Zhao Ji said: "In this case, if the young lady can trust me, I will go to the capital to send me a letter in the future, and I will definitely come to greet you and let you have a good time in the capital." If it is in other places, as long as the young lady has orders, she will gladly go and never break her word. ”

Nangong Yuluo said: "Thank you for the kindness of the son, the little woman understands that some things are involuntary, and you can not act according to your own character." I'm afraid that I won't be able to go to the capital or other places to see the outside world in my life. ”

Zhao Ji said: "Miss Yuluo doesn't have to be like this, as long as you want, I can take you down the mountain to the capital tomorrow, I don't have to be afraid by your side, and I will definitely not let you suffer." ”

Nangong Yu Luofu smiled and did not answer, and asked, "Dare to ask if the son is married?" ”

Zhao Ji was stupid by her words, he didn't know whether to talk about it or not, after thinking about it, he still told the truth, and said: "I have already got married, it is the order of my parents, the words of the matchmaker, and the fingertips are married." At the beginning, when I got married, I didn't even see her face, and I was still like a stranger after a long time, and sometimes I was really helpless. ”

"It's really helpless!" Nangong Yuluo was a little depressed, and muttered: "It's really helpless to marry someone you don't love, it's like a caged bird that can't fly if you want to." If you have a choice, you just want to marry someone you love, this is the suffering of women, and who in the world knows? ”

"Could it be that Miss Haraku is in the same situation as Zaixia?" Zhao Ji saw her hanging her head and worried, she felt a little lost in her heart, and secretly thought: "Such a beautiful woman, I don't know who is marrying!" Alas! If I hadn't married......"

Nangong Yuluo nodded as if he had found a confidant: "My parents have died, but they have set a marriage for me in front of me. Although I was reluctant, I was powerless to refute it. Although he has done a lot of things, it's a pity that I have always been a brother and have no love. ”

Zhao Ji was silent, and he didn't know what to say. As a prince, he is a prince but can't control his own marriage, his marriage is also married by his father and mother, it can also be said to be a political marriage, he doesn't love his current wife, let alone have any feelings, even if they are together, they are just respectful of each other, where is it like a deep feeling of husband and wife.

"The life of parents and the words of the matchmaker are the filial piety that should be fulfilled by the children. Even if you don't want to do it in your heart, how can you refute it, you can only do what you are told. Zhao Ji sighed, "Miss Yuluo doesn't have to mind, there are some things that we can't control." ”

If it is another woman, as long as it is Zhao Ji, it must be a dowry, just like a prince's posture. It's just that the woman in front of him is the person he really likes and falls in love with at first sight, but he can't put on his identity as a prince, let alone a hasty dowry, not to mention that people have already been married, how can he do such a thing, only bury the love in his heart.

If Zhao seemed to be here, he would probably be dumbfounded, he had never seen his imperial brother show such a face. This world is the world of men, and women are just accessories. They are also princes and grandsons, as long as they want it, there is nothing they can't get, but Zhao Ji let go of everything, and even more empathized and considered the identity and status of women, just because he was already deeply involved in it and could not extricate himself.

Next, Nangong Yuluo and Zhao Ji had a very happy conversation, feeling Zhao Ji's literary style, and understanding her thoughts, as if she was looking for a voice, and even told him unconsciously about her heart, even she herself was a little surprised. At the same time, Zhao Ji felt Nangong Yuluo's deep struggle in her heart, and also knew that she had a strong and independent personality, and she was knowledgeable, and she loved her even more.

Nangong Yuluo finally found a bosom friend, and her innermost thoughts were truthfully told, and Zhao Ji's soft-spoken reassurance made her heart gradually open up after a long time. At this time, the morning sun was rising, the mist gradually dispersed, and a soft ray of sunlight shone on the two of them, and Nangong Yuluo smiled for the first time.

Nangong Yuluo's elegant jade face is painted with light plum blossom makeup, and her delicate face shows a trace of charm, which is intimidating. If it was like a fairy, the country and the city were outstanding, but now it is like a fairy who has fallen into the dust by mistake and has been stained with a trace of dust, which makes people stunned.

The blue waves are accompanied by clear eyes, filled with this faint warmth, and the curvature of the corners of the mouth is as perfect as a crescent moon, just like a fairy-like smile, refreshing. In an instant, Zhao Ji was fascinated, and the whole person was stunned, muttering: "Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color." ”