Since that day, Ruan Yuyi's yard has been locked. Except for someone delivering food twice a day, no one from outside can get in, and no one inside can get out, as if to completely isolate her from the outside world.
According to Cheng Zhu's wishes, her confinement will not be lifted until the eldest son and Zhao Rong are married.
When Cheng Xingqiu heard this, he didn't believe it. In his impression, Lingling was a woman whose face would turn red with embarrassment even if she touched her fingertips. He really couldn't imagine what she would look like on the couch.
He asked for confirmation in several ways, but all got the same answer. He swept away a lot of furniture and sculptures in the house alone, and threw everything on the floor. It was not until the boy outside came to ask, that he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes."
fine.
In this way, he accepted the matter. However, he felt guilty about Ruan Yuyi and was not qualified to blame her for anything, so he went to the Cheng Zhu family to intercede on her behalf.
Mrs. Cheng Zhu refused straight away, with a face full of anger that she would not argue. It was fine on ordinary days, but now, she still favors Sister Yi.
After being frustrated once, Cheng Xingqiu knew that Ruan Yuyi was in the house and nothing would happen for the time being, so he gave up. However, he secretly sent someone to spread the news of his begging for her to her courtyard, pretending to be casual.
But it was said that Jiang Huaiyang went to the dowager's place after Ruan Yuyi said he had something to do and left, thinking that since he was here, he would take a look at the dowager.
When Jiang Qi saw him coming, he hurriedly threw away the book in his hand and avoided the endorsement matter on the pretext of having a drink and chatting with the young emperor's uncle. How could the concubine not see that he had little calculations, but the new emperor was here, so she opened her eyes
Just close one eye.
He asked for a glass of wine from Wen Zhi's hand and drank it carefully. His mouth was filled with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. Perhaps he was confused by the fragrance, so he blurted out, "Is this the wine that Yuyi brought?"
After saying this, he realized something was wrong. His heart skipped a beat, and he quietly raised his eyes to look at Jiang Huaiyang, silently hoping that he had just been distracted and had never heard this.
Jiang Huaiyang's hand holding the cup paused, "What did you just say?"
"I'm afraid I heard you wrong, little emperor. I didn't say anything." Jiang Qi looked away from his searching eyes and sipped the wine in the glass to cover up.
He clearly didn't say anything, but Jiang Qi also felt his deep eyes, and the surroundings seemed to be a bit colder. Jiang Qi couldn't help but shuddered, maybe it was just a sip of wine, wouldn't the little emperor blame him?
Besides, it was the young uncle who hid the person first, so how did he know that the young lady was his.
Jiang Huaiyang threatened in a cold voice, "If you don't want to continue drinking, just go back and read now. I think the concubine will be very pleased."
Jiang Qi was used to having fun, so asking him to calm down and study was not an easy task.
"You know what annoys me the most," he smiled bitterly, and had no choice but to relax and talk about how to meet Ruan Yuyi, "but the little emperor's wife and I are really just acquaintances, so don't think too much about it.
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He was busy trying to excuse himself. However, the secret thoughts he had for the young lady were passed over in other words without mentioning a word.
Despite this, Jiang Huaiyang's expression became more and more gloomy. He clenched the wine glass in his hand tightly, his fingertips turned white, as if he was about to crush the porcelain cup in the next moment.
She just didn't believe him.
She wanted his help but also wanted to find a way out. I really didn't know whether to praise her for being thoughtful or something else.
His mind suddenly flashed to the figure across the screen in the restaurant. She had a naturally charming look, not to mention that she had been specially trained. Her movements were soft and warm. Even in her daily activities, people couldn't take their eyes away.
He scoffed at it at the time, but now that he thought about it, he also subconsciously felt that she would not know Jiang Qi, so he neglected to recognize her. And she did not come forward to call him "Your Highness." If she didn't know who was outside, how could she call him like that.
As well as today's broken cup and half-open wine jar, I think it has something to do with Jiang Qi.
That's why she was so scared that she started crying and couldn't stop it.
He raised his eyelids and took in Jiang Qi's anxious expression. He knew very well about this imperial nephew who was similar in age to him. If Jiang Qi really wanted to compete with him, whether it was for imperial power or anything else, he would not be able to do so.
I keep Jiang Qi till now.
Jiang Huaiyang stood up and knocked the cup in his hand on the table. Because he didn't have enough strength, the cup actually broke in response.
"Uncle Emperor, where are you going?" Jiang Qi stood up and called.
But Jiang Huaiyang had already walked a few steps away and had no intention of answering his question. Wen Zhi hesitated a little, turned around, cupped his hands to him, and explained, "Your Highness, the master wants to drive back to the palace."
Hearing this, Jiang Qi breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't go to Yuyi to trouble him. He let it slip. If Yuyi was wronged by the little emperor's uncle because of this, it would be his fault.
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In the next two days, Jiang Huaiyang still went to Shenghe Temple in the afternoon. Sometimes he was busy with government affairs, so he brought the memorial here for review. However, until the sun went down, the little lady was still nowhere to be seen.
He knew in his heart that she was trying to avoid him.
The courtyard was filled with golden light, and the pond was filled with sparkling light. However, the sunset was really fast, and within a short time, the light gradually dimmed.
Seeing that it was getting late, Wen Zhi thought carefully and stepped forward to ask, "Master, do you want to drive back to the palace?"
He understood that the master was actually waiting for Miss Ruan, but by this time, she might not come. If he stayed any longer, it would be nothing more than waiting in vain.
But speaking of it, this Miss Ruan is really a cruel mistress. With her appearance, the prince is very attached to her, but she doesn't necessarily run away without saying a word as soon as she knows the identity of the mistress.
I don't know how many ministers in the court wanted to put their daughters into the harem, but they couldn't wait for the master's nod. Because he was busy with government affairs, he never went to the concubine's palace.
But he found time to meet this girl Ruan.
Rumors had already spread in the past. If he hadn't met his master and Miss Ruan, he would have almost suspected whether his master was as ill as they said.
The pen in Jiang Huaiyang's hand stagnated, and the vermilion ink smeared. He glanced at the sky and said after a long time, "Go back."
In the palace.
Night gradually fell, shrouding the huge palace. The few inhabited palaces gradually locked up and turned off the lights. Only the Yangxin Hall was still brightly lit.
Wen Zhi pushed open the half-open door, but did not go in. He just stood at the door, lightly knocked on the door, and said, "Your Majesty, it's time to go to bed."
The candlelight reflected the brightness in Jiang Huaiyang's eyes, showing a slightly lighter amber color. He was playing with a golden peach blossom hairpin in his hand, his face was dark and unclear, and he was thinking about something secretly.
He should have known that she was not a submissive, obedient and dull person. Even though she agreed to leave that night when they first met, didn't she also leave this golden hairpin in the wing with a charming thought?
But she didn't want to take it back, so she kept it in his palace.
Now, it was time to send it back to her. He suddenly smiled, but his eyes were full of coldness, and motioned Wen Zhi to step forward, "Early tomorrow morning, someone will send the things to the cousin of the Cheng family." He gave the hairpin.
Pass it to Wen Pheasant.
Wen Zhi lowered his head and took it, spreading his palms so that the delicate golden hairpin lay in his palms, thinking that he would immediately find a box to put it in to avoid bumping it.
After thinking for a moment, he added, "When you send it, don't let anyone in the Cheng family notice it."