Chapter 463 (1/2)
”Rong Li, you owe me a glass of wine, you owe me...”
He owes her a glass of wine, the poisonous liqueur.
She met Rong Li for the third time. At the prime minister's house and father's birthday feast, six princes came to Tian's house, and Rong Li, the prince of Li, sat at the head.
”Nunn, come here.”
Nongnong is her nickname.
Her father called her to his side: ”Wang Ye, this is little girl Hua Qing.”
She came forward and bowed to salute: ”Hua Qing has seen all the princes.” When I got up, I couldn't help looking at him.
Among the several princes of Tian family, his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque and he has a good bone appearance.
Rong Li sits lazily, holding a teacup in his hand, glancing lightly at it: ”it's sixteen?”
In February, she made the hairpin ceremony.
She blushed and nodded.
Rong Li raised his eyes long and deep, like a misty night: ”the post that the prime minister's office can receive?”
At the end of August, the royal residence of Li Qin selected the most expensive girls in Beijing and Jiji. If their families match, the empress will pay homage to them.
She blushed a little and nodded.
He put down his tea cup, leaned forward slightly, and put a layer of frost in his pupils: ”don't go.”
She looked up and ran into his eyes. ”Why?”
Rong Li didn't say why.
But she knew that he didn't want to marry her.
She went to ask the empress's aunt and her father, and finally she made a plan. Emperor chongzong gave her a holy edict, which was pointed out to Rong Li. Rong Li refused to respect the edict. Chongzong's staff, who had always loved him, punished him for 100 times. She was punished to kneel in front of the Chinese Meridian Gate, one day and one night after kneeling.
Later, Rong Li compromised.
The aunt said that he bowed his head for the one who was guarding the border. The aunt also said that he could marry him, but he could not make friends. Linhera and Tianjia were afraid of a bloody game sooner or later.
At first, she didn't believe it. She thought that in the imperial family, she would always replace the woman at the border and find a way to let him live with her father.
She was wrong.
On the day of the wedding, he left her, went to the northwest, and returned half a month later.
Father was furious.
At that time, Emperor chongzong was seriously ill and Rong Li had just been Regent. It was the most turbulent time in the court. Her father moved out of this matter and was aggressive in the Jinluan hall.
”On the day of the big marriage, the prince left his little girl to go to the northwest, and now he comes back. Is it time to make up this Heying wine?”
Even, don't wait for Rong Li to say anything, the father will give a command: ”come, drink.”
Nearly half of the courtiers of a dynasty were the party feather of their father. She didn't even know how powerful the prime minister's office was. She only knew that the illness of emperor chongzong was not an accident.
She didn't know if Rong Li had a way to deal with it. He still sat calmly, but he couldn't sit still. ”Father, Lord, I will drink it for him after a long journey and cold weather.”
Rong Li glanced at her lightly and said nothing, but his eyes were deep. From the beginning to the end, he seemed to stay out of the business, like he had a plan in mind, like he didn't care.
She came forward and took a drink.
In that cup of Heying wine, something was added. My father arranged to replace the ghost. Inside and outside the hall were all the insiders. As long as the emperor died, my father would support the puppet to ascend the throne.
Even her father didn't expect that she would drink the wine for him.
Brother couldn't bear to break her. She only took a sip, but finally she saw the blood sealed poison. Even a few drops of poison were enough for her lingering sick bed.
After that time, she fell to the root of the disease. In winter, she was in agony.
She is negative to the world, but she has never been negative to allow experience, her hands stained with countless human lives, but not a part of his heart.
What's wrong with her?
What's wrong
Lin Ying squats on the ground, tears running down her face.
In August and September, the sky was very blue. The grapes in the yard were ripe. The vines climbed up the roof and cast a shadow.
In the yard, two children are chirping, and you can hear the crisp sound of children from afar.
”Sister, sister.”
”There!”
Two little bean sprouts, one is three years old, one is four years old, three years old is Lu's, Lu Qidong's nephew, four years old is Chu's, Chu's just added a second great grandson, this little doll is that great grandson's brother.
”Sister, a little above,” cried Chu's baby under the grape tree
The wooden ladder is as high as one floor. Xiao Jinghe goes up to the top. He raises his hand and reaches for a bunch of big red grapes on it. He turns around and asks the little bean sprouts of the Chu family, ”is this it?”
Xiaodouya jumped happily: ”yes, it's that string.” She cried out to her sister in a tearful voice, and said, ”and the one on the left.”
Lu's bean sprouts are not easy to talk about: ”yes, yes.”
Xiao Jinghe is about to reach for it.”Ah he.”
It's Rong Li coming back.
She held the ladder and turned back. ”You're back.”
Rong Li looked up and frowned. He walked quickly to the bottom of the ladder: ”don't climb that high.”
Chu's bean sprouts are soft and waxy, saying, ”my sister is picking grapes for me.”
Rong Li holds the ladder and glances at the two babies: ”I want to ask your father to pick them.”
How fierce.
Two bean sprouts are shriveled and shriveled. They want to cry. They dare not
After training children, let Li look up, voice soft, as bathed in the spring breeze, don't mention more gentle: ”ah he, come down.” He opened his hand for fear of her falling. ”Come down, it's too high to fall.”
”I'll pick one more string and come down.” She continued to be afraid online.
Rong Li looks frightened, and calls her all the time below.
”Ah he.”
Xiao Jinghe's hand reached out and stopped. Suddenly he turned back.
”Ah he.”
”Ah he.”
“……”
Like a distant voice, suddenly in her mind, in addition to that voice, there are also strange and familiar frames that rush over without warning, and the suppressed and dusty memories suddenly come back.
”Ah he.”
”Ah he.”
She looked down on the tree, and saw the man standing in the whirling shadow of the tree, dressed in white, with a feather fan and a silk towel, looking like a jade.
It's him again.
That is more beautiful than the first beauty of the great Chu.
Warbler sank to pay attention to him, and continued to climb high. In July and August, osmanthus was fragrant. Her father liked osmanthus wine. She climbed the tree and wanted to pick some to brew a jar for her father.
”Ah he.”
He threw the fan in his hand and opened his hand to pick her up. He was afraid that she would fall down. His voice was a little anxious, not as cold and dignified as before.
”Don't climb that high.”
On the tree she turned to the sky and said, ”don't call ahe.” She was also in a hurry, forgetting her dignity and inferiority, and talking at will.
Rong Li is not angry. He looks up and smiles at her: ”your father also calls you that. How can I call you that?”
Ah he is her word, her nickname, how can other men call: ”your father calls you Rong Li, and I can call on your name so directly?”
His eyes were full of laughter, and the stars were bright: ”I will answer you whatever you call me.”
She was speechless.