The north wind is howling and the snow is drifting. Yecheng, which had only been sunny for a few days, was once again shrouded in haze and bad weather, which seemed to indicate that the country of Qi was coming to an end, and it also seemed to be a taunt from heaven to Emperor Gao Wei, otherwise why did the weather change without warning the day after he returned.

Zhao Jing walked on the street leading to the north gate of Yecheng, letting the wind ruffle his hair wantonly. Her heart was cold and depressed, which just echoed the weather and environment at this time.

The occasional passer-by on the street couldn't help but stop and worry about this beautiful woman who had lost her soul and walked like a corpse, but Zhao Jing's empty eyes had nothing but the coldness of dead silence.

Suddenly, the absent-minded Zhao Jing stumbled under his feet, and his body rushed forward.

"Miss, be careful!" Zhao Jing's personal girl, Little Green Eye, quickly held Zhao Jing up, and said with concern.

Zhao Jing straightened up, pulled his arm out of Xiao Lu's arms, and then continued to walk towards the front, his steps heavy and stiff.

"Miss, don't think about it!" Xiao Lu followed Zhao Jing step by step, always vigilant at Zhao Jing's feet, afraid that she would fall again and break somewhere.

"What's there not to think of? This is my fate, God destined it! Zhao Jing glanced at Xiao Lu indifferently, with a smile on her face that was more ugly than crying, and her voice was full of helplessness and sadness.

"Miss-" Seeing Zhao Jing's so miserable and helpless appearance, Xiao Lu couldn't help but feel sad from her heart, and only called Zhao Jing and choked up and couldn't speak, tears fell to the ground, smashed deep into the snow, and disappeared.

"Xiao Lu, accompany me to Puning Temple for another round of incense, maybe there will be no more opportunities in the future!" Zhao Jing looked up at the dreary sky, letting the cold snowflakes fall on her face, fall into her empty eyes, and turn into cold droplets, soaking her eyes that had long been dry and lacuning.

The tears had already dried up last night, and the heart that was originally transparent and full of vitality and passion was completely frozen in the chest because of the sudden news.

Mourning is greater than the death of the heart, the heart is dead, is there anything terrible at this time?

Moving his legs, which had already been numb from the cold, Zhao Jing couldn't help but recall the scene in his grandfather's study last night.

When Zhao Yanshen, the king of Yiyang, accompanied the monarch Gao Wei to settle everything in the palace and return to the mansion, the night was already dark. Before Zhao Jing could care about parting with Zhao Yanshen, she was brought into the study by Zhao Yanshen.

As soon as he entered the study, Zhao Yanshen's face, which was still with a hint of a smile, became gloomy. Just when Zhao Jing was nervous, thinking that she had done something wrong and wanted to apologize, Zhao Yanshen's gaze made her not know what to say for a while.

"Grandfather has lost weight and is getting older!" At this time, Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Yanshen's first feeling up close.

After only a month, Zhao Yanshen's beard and hair had already shown a pale color, losing its luster from the past. His face was covered with deep wrinkles, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes could not hide the deep worry except for the color of wind and frost.

Zhao Jing also found that Zhao Yanshen looked at him with three points of love, three points of regret, two points of anger, one point of helplessness, and one point of misery, which was very complicated.

It was this look without a trace of reproach that made Zhao Jing not know how to speak for a while, so he could only stand quietly in front of Zhao Yanshen.

Zhao Yanshen looked at Zhao Jing quietly, under the dim candlelight, his face was cloudy, and his wise and bright eyes were cloudy and blurry at this time.

"Jing'er!" I don't know how long it took, maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe half an hour, when Zhao Jing felt that his legs were a little numb, Zhao Yanshen opened his mouth to break the silent atmosphere. His old and hoarse voice made Zhao Jing's heart tremble, and for some reason there was a trace of ominous premonition in his heart.

"Grandfather, what do you command?"

"Jing'er, on the first day of February next year, you will be sixteen!" Zhao Yanshen asked slowly, his voice was low, and his tone was full of Xiao Suo's flavor.

Zhao Jing nodded, looking at Zhao Yanshen suspiciously, not knowing why he asked so much.

"When a woman is fifteen years old, you will reach the age of marriage so soon!" Zhao Yan sighed deeply, watching Zhao Jing's gaze become heavier and more heartbroken.

Zhao Jing's heart moved, and the ominous feeling became clearer, a pair of small hands tightly grasped the placket, and the sweat in the palm of the palm quickly secreted out.

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhao Yanshen's words fulfilled Zhao Jing's feelings.

"Jing'er, some time ago, my grandfather did a family affair for you."

Zhao Jing trembled all over, and was shocked by this sudden news for a while.

However, what shocked her even more was Zhao Yanshen's later sentence.

"On the second day of February next year, you will become the Zuo Zhaoyi of His Majesty today!"

"What?" Zhao Jing was like being struck by lightning, and exclaimed in surprise, her legs were weak and she couldn't stand anymore and sat on the ground, her face was pale, and she looked at Zhao Yanshen in amazement.

"Jing'er, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Yanshen hurriedly pulled Zhao Jing up from the ground and looked at Zhao Jing with concern and concern.

"Why?" Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Yanshen incredulously, and asked these three words with great difficulty, because she was extremely emotional, and her teeth were chattering.

What kind of virtue is Cushman & Wakefield, no matter whether it is a child or a man or a woman in the whole Northern Qi, who doesn't know? This person is not only stupid and incompetent in government affairs, but also cruel in life, and his peculiar habits are unimaginable, in modern terms, he is shameless and obscene and perverted plus three levels.

No girl with a spring wants to pin her happiness on the son of heaven, of course, except for those who love vanity and covet glory and wealth, but this obviously does not include Zhao Jing, who was born in a wealthy family.

"Jing'er, it's all my grandfather's incompetence, it's my grandfather who is sorry for you!" Zhao Jing's unbelievable eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing deep into Zhao Yanshen's heart, making his already stiff body more and more decadent, and he couldn't help but cry for a while, and sighed in the sky.

Zhao Yanshen helped Zhao Jing, who was trembling, to sit on the chair on the side, and then slowly explained to Zhao Jing.

A month ago, Gao Anaqiu proposed to Zhao Yanshen and wanted Zhao Jing to marry his son Gao A Junfeng. Gao Ajunfeng is not a good person, how could Zhao Yanshen agree, so he politely rejected Gao Anaqiu. Gao Junfeng, who felt that he had lost face, had a deep grudge against Zhao Yan.

This time, Gao Wei was in Jinyang, and suddenly moved the idea of a concubine beauty pageant, and Zhao Jing's name entered Gao Wei's ears through Gao A Junfeng's mouth. Listening to Gao Wei's praise of Zhao Jing's unparalleled appearance, even Feng Xiaolian is inferior, how can Gao Wei, who was reincarnated as a pervert, still be able to endure the death of his heart, so he directly proposed to Zhao Yanshen, and his tone was very resolute, and Zhao Yanshen was not allowed to shirk at all.

For the sake of the development of the family, Zhao Yanshen could only succumb to Cushman & Wakefield's Yinwei in the end, and decided to sacrifice Zhao Jing's happiness.

Although Zhao Jing has understood the sorrow of the fate of a woman born in a big family since she was sensible, she still felt that it was difficult to accept it for a while when it really befell her head.

Zhao Jing didn't know how she left Zhao Yanshen's study and returned to her room, she only knew that as soon as she returned to the room, she fainted on the bed, and when she woke up in the early morning, the pillow had been wet, and her heart had become dead and gloomy, without a trace of life.

Out of the north gate of Yecheng, the wind seemed to be stronger, making it more and more difficult for Zhao Jing and Xiaolu to travel. Xiao Lu hugged her arms tightly, shrunk her head, squinted her eyes, and endured the pain of the cold wind cutting her face.

"Hehe, why isn't the wind a little stronger?" Feeling the tingling sensation coming from his lungs after inhaling the cold air, Zhao Jing smiled a little arrogantly, but his eyes were full of pleasure.

"Miss, what did you say?" Midori was close, but the wind was so strong that she could only catch a few faint notes.

Zhao Jing ignored him, and continued to move forward with difficulty, advancing.

Half an hour has passed, the majestic Yecheng has been hidden in the wind and snow, but Zhao Jing is still more than five miles away from Puning Temple. The wind and snow covered the road, and there was a white expanse in front of him, making it more difficult for Zhao Jing to move forward.

"Second brother, this place is quite far away from Yecheng, and the wind and snow are in full swing at this time, so it's a good time for us to do it, without further ado, let's do it!"

Twenty meters behind Zhao Jing and Xiao Lu hung two men dressed in black, one tall and one short. Although they are walking against the wind, the two of them are vigorous and calm, much stronger than Zhao Jing and Xiaolu, two weak women. It was the tall man who had just spoken, with an unsheathed nine-eared steel knife hanging from his waist, full of anger, and his eyes when he looked at Zhao Jing were also full of murderous aura.

"Okay, it's just two mentally handicapped women, and it's not like they're ready to be caught!" The short man had a pair of jet-black claws hanging from his waist, and it was not difficult to guess that it was poisonous.

The short man's voice fell, and the two of them quickly ran towards Zhao Jing and Xiao Lu.

Zhao Jing and Xiao Lu thought that there would be villains behind them, and they barely made the slightest action to resist, and Xiao Lu was restrained by the two of them only before he had time to exclaim.

"Who are you?" Zhao Jing looked at the two indifferently, without the slightest fear on his face, and asked lightly.

The tall and short ones glanced at each other, both surprised by Zhao Jing's performance, and couldn't help but be a little vigilant in their hearts, and quickly glanced around, and after not finding anyone paying attention, the tall man said: "Miss Zhao, offended, we are also acting on orders, as long as you don't resist, you can suffer less!" ”

"Humph!" Zhao Jing snorted coldly and looked at the tall man fixedly, and the cold gaze actually made the tall man dodge unconsciously.

"What do you want to do? Don't you know that my young lady is the granddaughter of King Yiyang? Aren't you afraid of King Yiyang's revenge if you do this? Midori struggled hard, scolding, but couldn't get out of the short man's iron pincers.

"Miss Zhao, let's take a trip with our brother!" The tall man didn't wait for Zhao Jing to speak, so he slapped Zhao Jing on the back of the neck, and Zhao Jing fell softly on the tall man's arm in the exclamation of "Miss" from Xiao Lu.

The short man also did the same, and after slapping Xiao Lu unconscious, the two of them stopped staying, and rushed to the north with Zhao Jing's second daughter.