Chapter 128 (1/2)

After going back to Prince Jing's residence, Wei Luo was in a bad mood because of ”overworked” these days. He washed and took a rest early. Zhao Yu has the heart to keep warm with her. Seeing that she has fallen asleep with a corner of the quilt in her arms, she can't help but smile and knead the soft and small earlobe of her dew outside: ”charming package.”

Wei Luo couldn't hear him. He felt that the silk quilt was not as warm as Zhao Xuan's chest. He turned over and went to sleep arch by arch. He curled up in his arms and found a comfortable position.

Zhao Yu put his arm behind her waist and hugged her. Knowing that she was tired these days, he only lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, without any other excessive actions.

Zhao Xuan thought of the words that Wei Luo said at the gate of the spice shop today. He would rather remarry with his children than work with other women. This little guy, usually looking at coquettish and angry, actually has more opinions than anyone else. He learned it a long time ago. Presumably that was her last line. She told him that it was because she believed him.

Unlike other girls, she was able to take one step back, one step back, grievance for the sake of her beloved. At the end of the line, she didn't know where to go, and was far away from the original. Once Wei Luo comes out, it's her final bottom line. As long as she exceeds this bottom line, there is no room for retention.

Just like today's Jiang miaolan.

Since Wei Luo decides not to forgive her, that is to say, she would rather be a stranger than accept this incompetent mother.

It's cruel and helpless.

Zhao Xuan's fingers slipped through her soft cheek and smiled softly. How could he give her a chance to remarry? He tried his best to marry her. It was too late for him to love her. Would he give other men a chance?

This night, Wei Luo seldom slept safely. He was not tossed around by Zhao Xuan. When he got up the next day, he found that Zhao Xuan was practicing boxing and sword in the yard.

This is Wei Luo. Wei Luo can't hear the word ”grind”. Zhao Yu, who has a bad smile, says: ” I'd better practice calligraphy. ”

Zhao Yu smiled and didn't tease her much. Seeing that she had practiced her words obediently, she began to deal with her own affairs.

Before the marriage, Zhao handled all the things in hand in advance so that she could easily accompany Wei Luo for more than a month. But there was something wrong with Ruyang Wang, and he had to deal with it immediately. Zhao Zhang hid thousands of weapons in the Changnan mountain of Xuzhou. Zhao Yao was ready to release information, guide Li Zhiliang to the Changnan mountain, and then connect with the prefecture magistrate of Xuzhou to catch turtles in the urn. At that time, there were solid evidences. Even if he wanted to quibble, he could not quibble. Without the right arm of Li Zhiliang, Zhao Zhang will be greatly injured. However, if he is guilty of concealed weapons, Emperor Chongzhen will be wary of him and will not reuse him.

But Li Zhiliang did not know where to hear the news. Now, I'm afraid that this plan has to be implemented in advance.

Zhao Xuan thought of a perfect plan, wrote a pen into the letter, sealed it with fire paint, and handed it to Zhu Geng: ”give this letter to the governor of Xuzhou as soon as possible, and he will know how to do it.”

After Zhu Geng left, Zhao Xuan looked at the warm collapse under the side window, only to see Wei Luo wearing a white wuluofurong pattern lace Beizi, with a colorful pomegranate skirt underneath. The pomegranate skirt was spread on the couch like a burning pomegranate flower, which was illuminated by the sun outside the window, presenting a lively and charming beauty. Wei Luo is very serious in practising Chinese characters. She has a straight back. She holds a pen in a beautiful posture. Her eyes are focused. She doesn't notice that Zhao Yu has finished her work. She is writing carefully.

Zhao Xuan admired her daughter-in-law for a while. After a while, she saw Wei Luo or ignored him. She could not help but taste something. She went up and asked, ”what are you writing? So focused. ”

Wei Luo looked up at him and blinked, ”Prajna paramita's Heart Sutra.”