Towards midnight, the porter's boy came running to deliver a message.
Zhao Xiyan immediately went to the main entrance to greet him.
Zhao Yuanming, who was standing at the front door, exuded a faint smell of alcohol, and his eyes were still clear: "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"
"I can't sleep," Zhao Xiyan responded in a low voice, "I just kept waiting."
Zhao Yuanming hummed and turned his head: "Thank you, Crown Prince, and Captain Murong for seeing me off. I'm already home. It's so late at night that I can't have guests. Prince Crown Prince and Captain Murong, please come back too!"
Yes, Xu Jing and Murong Shen are both outside the door.
After the dinner, Xu Jing wanted to see his wife back to Zhaojiafang. Murong Shen insisted on seeing "Uncle Zhao" off together. So, they both came.
The drunkard's intention was not to drink. Zhao Yuanming knew this, but did not tell the truth. He followed the two of them away, and then he opened his mouth to chase them away.
Murong Shen responded and his eyes fell on Zhao Xiyan.
The clouds and fog were heavy, covering the bright moon. The wind lantern under the eaves of the corridor was blown swaying, and the dim light also swayed. Looking at her under the lamp, she became even more beautiful.
Xu Jing suddenly took two steps forward and "unfortunately" blocked Murong Shen's sight: "Sister Yue Ya'er, it's late, you should go to bed early. I'll come see you tomorrow."
Murong Shen looked at Xu Jing's figure and sneered in his heart.
Immediately, Zhao Xiyan's voice came to her ears: "The prince is seriously ill, and the imperial court has sent an imperial envoy. As the prince, you have a lot to do. Don't come tomorrow."
This voice was soft and sweet, full of intimacy.
Murong Shen felt as if a vinegar bottle had been knocked over, feeling sour and bitter.
What made him even more distressed was what lay behind.
I just heard Xu Jing say with a smile: "Nothing is as important as you."
The solemn and dignified Master Zhao did not scold Xu Jing for being frivolous. Zhao Xiyan seemed to laugh softly, and then spat at him: "Glib talk, no integrity, go back quickly!"
Xu Jing felt very comfortable after being scolded, and waved to his master and sister Yue Yaer. Then Shi Shiran turned around and said to Murong Shen, who looked slightly gloomy: "Captain Murong, let's go back to the palace now!
"
Murong Shen turned around and mounted his horse with an expressionless expression.
Xu Jing also got on his horse, his movements neat and handsome, showing the unique vitality of a fifteen-year-old boy.
…
Zhao Yuanming was actually not drunk.
However, the daughter insisted on helping him back to the house. She was filial, and a father would naturally accept it.
Zhao Yuanming walked forward slowly and said casually: "Actually, there is one thing I have never told you. About a month ago, your uncle came back with a letter saying that the eldest son of the Murong family proposed marriage to the Zhao family.
For you."
Zhao Xiyan: "..."
Zhao Xiyan stopped in shock: "Dad, why didn't you tell me such an important thing?"
Zhao Yuanming also stopped and looked over naturally: "As a daughter like you, I don't want you to marry far away from the capital, so I naturally refuse the marriage."
"In the past two years, my in-laws, old friends, and clan members who are serving as officials outside have written many letters mentioning your marriage. I have rejected at least a dozen of them. Do I still need to tell you about such a trivial matter?"
Zhao Xiyan: "..."
"So, Captain Murong is also different, right?" Zhao Yuanming made a pun, his eyes falling on his daughter's complicated face.
Zhao Xiyan was silent for a moment and nodded.
Zhao Yuanming waited for a while and continued to move forward.
As his daughter grew up day by day, her thoughts became more and more serious. She also had such bizarre and terrifying encounters in ten years, and her temperament changed drastically. As a biological father, he felt distressed and sad at the same time.
I feel sorry for the humiliation my daughter has suffered, and saddened by my own powerlessness.
She can tell what she wants to say. If she doesn't want to say anything, he won't ask.
Not all pain is suitable to be talked about. Some scars can only be left in the bottom of the heart and wait for time to heal slowly.
After entering the house, Zhao Yuanming gently told his daughter: "If anything happens, we'll talk about it later. You go back to sleep first!"
Zhao Xiyan's eyes were complicated and she said softly: "Dad, don't you want to ask Murong Shen?"
Zhao Yuanming smiled: "Don't worry, you can talk when you want to say it. Now go to sleep!"
She really doesn't want to say it now.
Zhou Sui and Murong Shen are both pasts that she doesn't want to recall.
Zhao Xiyan nodded, said good night to Zhao Yuanming and left.
…
That night, Zhao Xiyan rarely had nightmares and fell asleep quickly.
The next day, I got up late.
It was three o'clock in the day, and the warm sunshine filtered through the window lattice and fell on the courtyard. Zhao Xiyan was sitting on the porch, lazily basking in the sun.
"Miss, you are in a good mood today." The lively Haitang laughed softly.
Hosta also laughed in a low voice and said, "Isn't that right? After all the trouble yesterday, I thought the lady would be depressed for a few days. I never thought that I slept very deeply last night and I am in a good mood today."
The whispers of the maids were carried by the breeze.
Zhao Xiyan smiled self-deprecatingly.
Are you in a good mood?
Actually it doesn’t count.
However, this is the worst possible outcome. You can't solve the problem by frowning and sighing, so you just have to adopt an attitude of not being stingy.
In short, she will not make the same mistakes again or look back. For other things, just take it one step at a time!
Xu Jing said he wanted to see her, but he couldn't come.
Ma Sansi is cunning and insidious, and Murong Shen is very deep in the city. They are both very difficult to deal with. These two alone are enough for Xu Jing to deal with.
Of course, Murong Shen never showed up again.
Xu Jing would never give him another chance to leave the palace privately and come to Zhaojiafang.
For three days in a row, the life passed easily and leisurely. It even gave people the illusion that the matter was "resolved".
On the fourth day, Xu Jing finally came.
That familiar handsome face had a gloomy expression and some anger in his eyes.
"What happened?" Zhao Xiyan's heart suddenly sank, and her tone became a little urgent.
Xu Jing frowned and said: "My father fell ill on the bed, and Eunuch Ma went to 'visit' my father every day. Two imperial doctors from the capital took turns to treat my father. Seeing this, he would not wait until his father
Get well, they won't leave."
Zhao Xiyan comforted her softly: "Don't worry. The prescription I gave you is a strange medicine that weakens the pulse but does not hurt the body. As long as the prince lies on the bed, there is nothing Eunuch Ma can do."
Xu Jing snorted from his nose: "A eunuch, relying on the power of the prince to show off his power. On normal days, I would have beaten him to the point where his face turned red."
This is indeed what Xu Jing would do.
Zhao Xiyan frowned slightly: "Don't be impulsive. I know you don't like Eunuch Ma. However, Eunuch Ma comes on behalf of His Highness to represent the dignity of the palace. Don't cause trouble by being rash."
Xu Jing was a little dissatisfied: "In your eyes, am I so impulsive and reckless that I can get into trouble at any time?"
Zhao Xiyan glanced at him: "Aren't you?"
Xu Jing: "..."
Looking into those beautiful and clear eyes for a moment, Xu Jing suddenly felt aggrieved, and his voice was much lower: "Yue Ya'er, do you think I'm not as good as Murong Shen?"
