"What else can you do if you don't do this, her heart is full of that Wei Xianglin now, she has to blame you for obstructing her."

Hua Luo made up her mind, she wouldn't care about this, anyway, everything that should be said was said, since Zhaoyue had clearly indicated that she would bear the consequences, she didn't need to bother to say more.

"No, I'll have to talk to her again."

Zhan Xing really couldn't bear to see Zhao Yue marry such a man, so he ran out to find Zhao Yue to do ideological work.

Hua Luo didn't stop her, she knew that it was useless to see the stars.

Zhaoyue was watering the flowers, Zhan Xing walked to Zhaoyue and snatched the shower from Zhaoyue's hand: "Zhaoyue, let me ask you again, do you really want to marry that Wei Xianglin as a concubine?"

"Sister, I've already thought about it." Zhaoyue's gaze was firm.

"I ask you, can you be sober, this Wei Xianglin is really unreliable, I am your sister, can I harm you? You just listen to my sister's advice, don't get married, okay."

Zhan Xing grabbed Zhao Yue's hand and looked at him earnestly: "Just let me beg you, okay?"

Zhaoyue pleaded in a pleading tone, and slowly retracted her hand: "Sister, I beg you too, don't come to persuade me again."

At this time, Zhan Xing completely understood that Zhaoyue couldn't pull back the nine cows, so he could only say angrily, "Since you have said everything about this, I will not persuade you to marry whoever you like to marry."

"Anyway, you said yesterday, this is the path you choose, no matter what the consequences are, you will bear it yourself, and then you don't regret it, of course, as a sister, I still hope that you can be happy and ask for more blessings."

It's a shame that she and A Luo still defended Zhaoyue like this yesterday, and they wanted to hit the scumbag to give her face, but the mud couldn't support the wall.

Zhan Xing was so angry that he couldn't help it, but he had to let her go.

Zhan Xing returned to the dormitory with a discouraged face, and Hua Luo lazily raised half of her body: "What's the matter, it's all for nothing."

"What a ghost! Zhaoyue was poured ecstasy soup by that surnamed Wei." Zhanxing was in a bad mood and threw the handkerchief on the table.

"Who's to say it's not?"

Hua Luo replied casually.

"Forget it, leave her alone."

Zhan Xing looked up, and suddenly saw a bouquet of flowers that had dried up in the curtain hook, and reminded, "Ah Luo, have you forgotten something?"

"What?" Hua Luo was confused.

"Your fiancé, Xiao Yan, how long have you ignored him."

Hua Luo Teng sat up from the collapse, and because of her movements, the four corners of the soft collapse creaked: "Yes, I heard Xiao Qiao say that he came to me a few days ago, and I actually forgot about it for a while."

「…… It's also your fiancé, and he doesn't care at all, so he snubs people out of the way." Zhanxing couldn't help but count the flowers.

Hua Luo hurriedly reached out and ruffled her hair and clothes: "Then let's go."

"Wait a minute, Ah Luo, aren't you going to change your outfit?"

Hua Luo looked herself up and down, "What, is there something wrong with my dress?"

"No, no problem." That being said, Zhanxing always felt that Hua Luo was a little too casual.

Other girls see that their fiancés are not dressed up carefully, and they can't go out for half an hour, but Hua Luo is good, she wears whatever she meets, and she doesn't even take a look in the mirror when she goes out.

Especially when Zhaoyue is still serving outside recently, no one is thinking about studying and dressing for Hua Luo, so Hua Luo is even more freewheeling.

I've seen perfunctory, but I've never seen such perfunctory.

"Let's go, what are you doing in a daze?"

Zhan Xing was distracted when he heard Hua Luo's urging voice.

Only then did Zhan Xing react and hurriedly followed Hua Luo.

When she arrived at the post house, Hua Luo didn't see Yan Wuji's person.

Yan Wujian only let Yan Wuyi go out of the door to explain the situation: "I'm sorry, sister, my brother and he occasionally feel cold and sick, so it is inconvenient to see you for the time being, so as not to infect you with sickness."

"Is Lady Shu sick?"

"yes, and he's very sick." Yan Wuyi replied.

"Have you seen a doctor?" Hua Luo asked according to the book.

"Uh-huh~ I've seen it, it's just an ordinary wind chill, just take medicine for a while." Yan Wuyi hurriedly said.

"Okay, then I'll come back another day, so I won't disturb Yu Shujun to recuperate, and if I don't get well in a few days, I'll ask the imperial doctor to take a look."

"Yes, thank you, sister, go slowly."

Yan Wuyi waved his hand at Hua Luo, and was relieved to see the person leaving, and turned back to the house.

In the room, Yan Wujian was still lying on the desk writing something.

Yan Wuyi said, "Brother, I have already sent you away."

"Got it." Yan Wuxian did not raise his head.

"Harm, why are you so troubled, you don't see people when they come, and you still want to get your heart?"

Yan Wuqian didn't listen to what Yan Wuyi said at all, he just muttered to himself: "Strange, it seems that the logic doesn't make sense, could it be that the officials of Jianzhou have not reviewed it effectively?"

"It's so tricky, or you can return the file, brother."

Yan Wuqian didn't answer, as if he hadn't heard it, he ignored Yan Wuyi, and took care of himself, Yan Wuyi felt that Yan Wuqian must be a demon sign.

"It's a coincidence."

Zhan Xing and Hua Luo walked across a river embankment, and the cool breeze was a little comfortable.

"Why is Xiao Yan so good that he is sick, and he specially called his brother to the door to stop you from letting you in to see, could it be that he is sick and has a damaged appearance, and he thinks he can't see you?"

Hua Luo didn't care about this, and suddenly said something like this to Zhan Xing: "Zhan Xing, didn't I say before that I wanted to find out who reported Xia Hou to the queen mother that Xia Hou had two children? This is really the work of the Emperor of the Heavens."

"And then." Zhanxing asked.

Hua Luo took two steps forward, "It's just that he really doesn't have a heart."

"Oh, don't you accept that fact now?"

Zhan Xing remembered that at that time, Hua Luo's unmarried wife chose to change from Xiahou Qian to Yan Wuji, and Hua Luo didn't react, but she was angry why the empress was so sloppy, and pointed her out to Yan Wujian with a finger.

Maybe in Hua Luo's heart, it really doesn't make much difference whether the future husband is Xiahou Qian or Yan Wuji.

"Since he didn't mean it, forget it."

Once she said that it was just angry words, calm down and think about it carefully, it seems that it is not about Yan Wuflaw, he doesn't know the inside story, and it is purely unintentional to debunk it, so that's it.

At this moment, there was a sharp and noisy sound not far away.

"Quick, catch him! Don't let him run anymore, come and press his arm!"

"Tsk, Wei Zelan, why didn't you run away? If you have the ability to run again, don't you have the energy all over your body, the energy you had when you invited His Highness? Now come out and show me......

Wei Zelan? Hearing this familiar name, Hua Luo stopped.

Zhanxing asked, "What's wrong, why didn't you leave all of a sudden?"

Hua Luo gestured to Zhanxing not to speak, and walked towards the source of the sound.

Zhan Xing followed Hua Luo for some reason.

"You guys! If you dare to touch me, Your Highness will not let you go!" Wei Zelan's voice was hurried and flustered.

"Your Highness? Yesterday I played cards with His Highness, and the bet was that if I win, His Highness will put you at my disposal for one day."

"But Your Highness also said that you can't touch me!"

As she spoke, Hua Luo had already walked not far away, and saw several men holding the squire Wei Zelan who had been seen in the Thirteen Princes' Mansion before, and a good-looking man in Xuanyi was watching from the side.

Wei Zelan's hair was scattered, the clothes on his upper body were torn into strands, and his body was full of scars, and the man in Xuanyi standing with his hands on the side seemed to be the initiator.

He listened to Wei Zelan's words and sneered: "What Your Highness said is that as long as you don't want your life, you can do whatever you want, you can ruin your face, you can't do anything else, if I remove one of your legs, or cut you."

A single hand is not considered to be a disobedience to His Highness's orders."

Wei Zelan struggled even more when he heard this: "Shen Shijun! I have no grievances with you in the past, and I have no enmity in the near future, why do you treat me like this."

The Shen Shijun in Wei Zelan's mouth should be the man in Xuanyi who ordered someone to catch Wei Zelan.

"There was no injustice in the past, and there is no hatred in the present?" Shen Shijun half-squatted up and pinched Wei Zelan's chin with his hand, forcing him to raise his head in a resentful tone.

"Are you embarrassed to say that there is no injustice or hatred? Wei Zelan, since you entered the Thirteen Princes' Mansion, Your Highness has only favored you alone, causing us to all sit on the cold bench, too, you and Your Highness sing songs night and night, and the favor continues, it is really a full man who doesn't know that a hungry man is hungry."

"In terms of background, talent, and appearance, I, Shen Qingzhu, asked myself, why is I not as favored as you, just because you have a face that haunts His Highness? That's so unfair!"

"Look at me chopped off one of your hands, how are you still competing with me for favor, come on, bring the knife!"

"Let go of me, let go of me!"

Wei Zelan looked at the bright big knife and tried all his strength to break free from the restraints, but there were so many people on the other side that he couldn't break free at all.

A minion forced one of Wei Zelan's right hands to the ground, and the knife in Shen Shijun's hand slowly approached Wei Zelan's right hand, and a cold light flashed on the blade.

Seeing that the struggle was ineffective, Wei Zelan called the heavens and the earth to be ineffective, and closed his eyes and waited for the doom to come.

Just when Shen Shijun proudly raised the blade and slashed down, he only heard the sound of the bell, Shen Shijun only felt that his arm was numb, and the blade took off his hand and crossed a perfect parabola in the air, inserted it on the ground in the distance, and sank into the ground.

The expected severe pain did not come as expected, and he opened his eyes in confusion, and saw a servant girl walking slowly beside Hua Luo.

Shen Shijun raised his head angrily to see who was so short-sighted and bad for him, and saw a beautiful and delicate young girl looking at him, and said, "You ......"

The minions beside Shen Shijun hurriedly interrupted, and whispered a reminder in his ear: "Shijun, this seems to be His Royal Highness the Prince."

"What!" Shen Shijun blurted out in surprise, his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

The sun shined a little dazzlingly, Hua Luo's fair face was flushed, her eyes were slightly narrowed, her eyes were filled with a puddle of autumn water, and her voice was sweet and crispy: "I didn't expect that this prince would be lucky, and he actually ran into a fire in Sister Asakura's backyard, it seems that this prince should come to the door another day and share what he saw and heard today."

Hua Luo's words quietly named her position, Shen Shijun's face turned pale, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince atonements, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince forgives his sins!" The slave doesn't dare anymore, the slave is just confused for a moment today, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince forgives his sins."

Hua Luo crossed her arms, leaning on a tree trunk behind her, looking like a lazy Persian cat: "Shen Shijun, right, he is Sister Qianying's favorite, do you think that if you shake your wit and exploit the loophole of word games, Sister Qianying will be able to spare you?" If you dare to touch him, you won't end well."