mtl008 Chapter 135 Reporting
Chapter 135 Reporting
Seeing Liu Zhao going out, Ma Zhuang immediately ran over.
Asked in a low voice.
"Your Highness, have you asked?"
Liu Zhao shook his head: "Let's go back to the palace first! I just need to report the situation to my father!"
"Yes!"
Ma Zhuang brought the horses and the two of them left quickly.
Upstairs, Zhao Ji watched Liu Zhao's horse running farther and farther away before she came downstairs.
"Prepare the car, I'm going to Beiyang Mansion!"
"Are you going now?"
The maid was obviously a little nervous and didn't know what was going on!
"Yes, immediately!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
The maid hurried to pull the ox cart to the door and took Zhao Ji straight to Beiyang Mansion.
About half an hour later, Zhao Ji's ox cart arrived at Beiyang Mansion.
The housekeeper carefully opened the door and said, "Miss, Lord Beiyang has gone to bed. Is there anything else?"
"It's important, get your uncle up!"
Zhao Ji was really anxious. Looking at Liu Zhao's expression, it seemed that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
If there is even the slightest mistake in this matter, it will be a capital crime.
"Okay! Miss, please wait in the living room!"
The housekeeper immediately welcomed Zhao Ji and the maid in.
Of course Wei Huan was not really sleeping.
As soon as Zhao Ji sat down in the living room, Wei Huan arrived.
"Wanqing, what's the emergency so late at night?"
"Uncle, I talked to Lihua today. She did meet a man she liked when she went to Yangcheng this time!"
"I know, but I didn't expect the Emperor to grant me the marriage so suddenly! So I'm sorry for her! Is she feeling better?"
Wei Huan was very uneasy, but he knew he could not comfort his daughter, so he had to harden his heart.
"Uncle, I feel the same way about this. I'm afraid it won't take long for me to recover!"
"then what should we do?"
"Uncle, there's no other way. I can only get used to life in the palace slowly after I marry you!"
"I know that your situation back then is almost identical to Lihua's situation today!"
Wei Huan sighed.
"Uncle, let's not talk about me. I came here in such a hurry to tell you that I just saw the man Lihua likes!"
"See that man? He's in Luojing? How old is he?"
Wei Huan almost jumped up.
"Yes, he looks about eighteen or nineteen years old, and his appearance and appearance are quite decent. Not only is he in Luojing right now, he's also looking for Lihua everywhere!"
"I mean, I found you?"
"Yes, she left not long ago. If Lihua hadn't used Deng Yi's name at the time, it would probably not be difficult to find Lihua!"
"How did he find you?"
"He suspected that I was Lihua's pipa teacher, so he came to me!"
"Didn't you test him?"
Wei Huan knew that the first step to entering his niece's courtyard was to write a good poem.
"Uncle, the word I wrote on the door today was rain, and he actually wrote a poem about rain!"
"Is this person really talented?"
"But that's not why I met him! I met him because the maid's description of him was somewhat similar to what Lihua had told me. I thought if it was true, I should take this opportunity to persuade her to let him return to Qiyang!"
Zhao Ji explained.
"So what kind of poem did he write? I'm a little curious why Jin'er fell in love with him!"
"His poems are pretty good, but his handwriting is really shameful!"
Zhao Ji felt that Liu Zhao's handwriting was too ugly and could not be displayed in front of Wei Huan, a great calligrapher, so she did not bring it with her.
"Don't listen to the wind blowing through the leaves; instead, sing and walk slowly. A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse; a raincoat will protect you from the wind and rain throughout your life."
Zhao Ji has a good memory.
"This artistic conception is indeed wonderful, especially the last line: 'A raincoat and a raincoat to face life', it sounds like a master poet!"
"Correct!"
Zhao Ji nodded.
"It's clear that he's truly in love with Lihua. He even casually said, 'What is love in this world? It makes people commit to each other for life and death!'"
"Just these two lines of poetry reveal his immense talent! No wonder Lihua fell in love with him. But so what? The Emperor's orders cannot be disobeyed!"
Wei Huan could only sigh, if it weren’t for the emperor’s sudden granting of the marriage.
Even if the other party is a poor boy, Wei Huan will not stop his daughter's choice.
"I know, so I also indirectly reminded him to go back to Qi Yang!"
"Then what did he say?"
"Of course he refused, and he said that unless he heard Lihua admit in person that she didn't like him, he would find out the truth!"
"So determined?"
"He is very determined, so I think my uncle should think of a way to send him back to Qi Yang. Otherwise, if this matter gets out, if it reaches the ears of the emperor, and the future crown prince's concubine loves another man, I'm afraid that by then! The emperor's heart is unpredictable!"
"You are right. If the emperor knew about this, it would be an unforgivable crime!"
"We'll definitely be searching for these two in Luojing tomorrow. Uncle must find a way to quietly send them back!"
"I understand! I'll ask Wei Mi to find you tomorrow. Draw his appearance and ask Wei Mi to bring people to find him!"
"Okay, uncle, don't tell Lihua about this! Otherwise, I'm afraid she won't be able to get over it!"
Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief.
"I know! But she's weak and won't eat. I'm really worried something might happen!"
"It will get better naturally over time. Just get used to it!"
There was a bitter taste in Zhao Ji's mouth.
"I hope so! Otherwise I don't know what to do!"
"Okay, uncle, I'm leaving! Ask Wei Mi to come to me to get the portrait tomorrow morning!" Zhao Ji stood up and left.
Sitting in the car, Zhao Ji looked at the vast night and sighed deeply.
Things in this world are always easy for others but hard for yourself to do!
More than ten years have passed, when did I forget him?
Wei Huan walked quietly to the door of his daughter's room again.
"Master!" Wei Hui saluted hurriedly.
"Is the young lady asleep?"
Wei Huan asked softly.
Wei Hui shook her head.
Wei Huan knocked on the door gently.
"Jin'er, it's father!"
"Father, my daughter is fine, don't worry!"
"I'm in!"
Wei Huan said as he opened the door.
Wei Jin hurriedly collected the papers on the table, but it was too late.
Wei Huan's heart trembled. In just over a day, his daughter had obviously lost a lot of weight, and even her eye circles were dark.
Obviously crying for too long!
"Is Jin'er writing poetry?"
The daughter's thoughts were obvious. She must have been expressing her lovesickness by writing poetry.
"Yes!" Wei Huan put down the paper with trembling lips.
Wei Huan looked at the few uncovered words on the top page: I will have no friends in Luojing.
"Jin'er, did you write this?"
Wei Jin shook his head.
Wei Huan immediately understood that this was written by that man.
"Go to bed early! Dad will come to see you tomorrow!"
Wei Huan's heart felt like it was stabbed by a knife, and he dared not read any further!
Thinking of my late wife’s last words!
It was as if he saw his deceased wife blaming him.
A man walked back to his room silently.
Looking at the portrait of his deceased wife on the wall, Wei Huan couldn't control his emotions and started sobbing.
"Minrou, you are in heaven, tell me, what should I do?"