Chapter Twenty-Eight: Marry Only One Wife
The palace wall is as deep as promised, and the wind blows the candle shadow and shakes the branches. A dinner party full of scheming, breathless. Emperor Lin's sharp gaze swept over her face over and over again, intentionally or unintentionally, as if to see her through, making her mentally vigilant all the time. Fortunately, Zongzheng Wuwu did not wait for the end of the dinner and took her away first.
On the night of May, it was still a little cool, and they left the Yiqing Palace, and the carriage was already waiting outside the palace gate. The two were about to get into the car, when suddenly a person rushed towards the carriage from a corner of the palace wall, and hurriedly called: "Brother worry-free! ”
I was stunned, it was so late, how could the county lord of Zhaoyun appear here? Still hiding in the corner! With her identity, if she wants to see Zongzheng worry-free, it should not be difficult to enter the palace. Looking at Zhaoyun's delicate face again, his eyes were red and swollen, as if he had been crying for a long time, and his eyes were dull, and he was completely like two people from the beautiful and lively Zhaoyun County Lord he had seen last time.
When Zong Zheng saw that it was her, he frowned, took two steps back, and Leng Yan stopped him in front of Zhaoyun. Zhao Yun stopped moving, tears rolled down his eyes, and said in a sad tone: "Brother worry-free, I'm getting married......"
Zong Zheng said in an indifferent tone: "Since you want to get married, you should stay at home and prepare for marriage, what are you doing here?" ”
When Zhaoyun heard this, his tears fell even more fiercely, and he said, "But I don't want to marry that person!" Brother Sanssouci, you know that the person I like is you...... The only person I want to marry is you! ”
In this era, there are very few women who dare to show their love so bluntly, and they are indifferent and ruthless to such a person as Zongzheng Wuwu. Manxiao couldn't help but admire her courage. Turning his head to look at Zong Zhengwu, he saw that his eyes were mocking, and he sneered: "Ridiculous! Do you think that the princess of this king ...... Can anyone do what they want? ”
Zhaoyun hurriedly shook his hand, his red and swollen eyes were full of pleading, and he choked up in a voice: "I know it's not...... Brother Wuwu, I don't want to be your princess, I'll be a side concubine, oh no, a concubine is okay...... As long as I can be with my brother without worry, I don't care if I have a reputation...... "She didn't want to marry someone else, she was locked up by her father for three days, and finally found an opportunity to run out when her father was not at home, just to beg her beloved man to give her a chance, even if she was nameless and undivided, she was willing.
Zong Zheng said without worry: "You don't care, but this king cares!" This king's life...... There will only be one wife, and it will never be you. You'd better go home and get ready to be your bride. ”
Manyao's heart was shocked, and when he raised his eyes to meet the gaze of Shang Zongzheng Wuwu, there seemed to be a soft light in the depths of his evil eyes, through her eyes, straight into his heart, and trembled slightly. The two of them opened their eyes at the same time, their eyes hanging lightly, looking in different directions.
Zhaoyun held the unsheathed sword in Leng Yan's hand in front of her, sat down on the ground in a dejected manner, bowed her head and cried, after a while, she raised her head and shouted in despair at the expressionless Zongzheng: "I don't!" Brother Sanssoucian, how can you be so cruel? Let me marry someone else, I ...... I'd rather die! ”
Zong Zheng didn't look at her without any worries, and said: "This king hates being threatened the most, if you really want to die, please do it." With a flick of his sleeves, he got into the carriage without looking back. Zhaoyun looked at his ruthless back, laughed miserably, and muttered: "Okay, good, since Brother Wuwu doesn't want me, then I, I'll die to show you." Before he finished speaking, he hit the car headlong, startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, but heard Zong Zheng's emotionless voice say: "Leng Yan, stop her." ”
Zhaoyun's face was overjoyed, and he said, "Brother Wuwu, I knew that you still cared about me a little, didn't you?" She remembers that when she was very young, when she entered the palace with her father, her worry-free brother would take her to play and treat her very well. Later, Yun Guifei died, and she never saw Brother Wuwu smile sincerely at anyone, he was always indifferent and cold, and did not let anyone get close. But she just likes him, likes his perfect appearance, likes his royal temperament, even likes his indifference, his eyes are empty, and likes everything about him. She looked at the perfect man in her mind with eyes that bordered on adoration, and her eyes sparkled with hope.
Zongzheng didn't seem to be there, but he said indifferently: "This king doesn't understand what it means to care. If you want to die, there is a palace wall over there, don't let the blood stain the eyes of this king. ”
Zhaoyun looked at the expressionless man in the car in disbelief, her whole body was trembling, tears were like beads with broken threads, she couldn't stop falling, and the hope that had just risen in her eyes immediately turned into more intense despair, and she said in a trembling voice: "You, you...... Brother worry-free, you are the ...... in this world The most cold-blooded and ruthless people! I hate you!! ”
Zhaoyun ran away crying, and he was still stunned in place, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time. She looked at the perfect face like a fairy and a demon in a daze, seeing him manipulating a person's love and hate life and death with such a calm and indifferent expression in just a few moments, I don't know whether to say that he is affectionate or ruthless?
Seeing her standing in place in a daze, Zong Zheng had no intention of getting into the car, and couldn't help frowning: "Aman, get in the car." ”
Man Yao took a deep breath, looked up at the starry night sky, and said softly: "Worry-free, have you ever tried to walk back from here?" ”
Zong Zheng looked at her without worry, thought about it, jumped out of the carriage, waved his hand to the coachman, and the carriage left on its own.
The wind of early summer lifted the silk of the two people, dancing lightly. They walked side by side on a secluded and uninhabited path, quietly, silently. Manyao walked very slowly, the road ahead was pitch black, and she couldn't see the edge, just like her future, her heart was depressed and depressed, and she was a little troubled. There are really not many days to get along like this. Habit is a terrible thing. In the future, there will be no more such a person who will quietly listen to her tell about things that no one in this world can understand; There will not be another person who will accompany her in a game of chess every day, and she will not be able to tell the winner......
"Do you have something on your mind?" Zongzheng Wuwu suddenly asked.
Manyao replied casually: "Yes." ”
Zong Zheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect her to answer like this, looking at her half-drooping eyes that were a little less clear than before, thinking of all the things in this night's life, her emotional changes seemed to start from the moment Princess Rongle chose Fu Chip. He frowned, stopped, and took her hand very hard. "For Fu Chip's marriage to Princess Rongle?"
Man Yao looked back into his eyes and nodded, "Yes." ”
Zong Zheng was shocked, his eyebrows were locked, he looked at her calm eyes, pursed his lips and was silent for a long time, his hands unconsciously clenched tighter and tighter. He was in pain, but he didn't break free, he only said slowly: "Don't worry, treat a woman who loves you so much...... It's really cruel. ”
Zong Zheng Wuwu slowly let go of her hand, turned around, and said lightly: "I don't like her." As he spoke, he walked ahead by himself, and followed him manicurily, watching his elegant and elegant back shrouded in the thick of the night, cold and lonely. I don't like it again! Because he didn't like it, he rejected it so completely, leaving no hope, he was such a man. If he really likes someone, I don't know what it will look like?
Zong Zheng Wuwu suddenly paused, looked back at her with a smile, and said with a little mystery: "Seeing that you are very tired, I will take you to a place." ”