Chapter 128 (2/2)

Zhao Xuan could not praise her for her beautiful handwriting and her hairpin flower script.

Wei Luofu opens his hand, buries his head and is about to copy the rest of the Heart Sutra. Zhao Xuan has already sat behind her and stretched out his long arm to take her over. ”You haven't told me what the four ladies of the British government said to you yesterday to make you blush like that?”

Wei Luo was stunned by a word from the God. He quickly thought of the method of Qin's religion yesterday and struggled for a moment. ”Nothing...”

Zhao Xuan naturally doesn't believe it. If it's nothing, her face will be so red? His hands covered her plump, his mouth against her ears, and his voice pressed, ”well, say not?”

Wei Luose shrunk a little, his cheek slowly dyed a layer of red, ”really nothing.”

Zhao Yiwu's eyes are deep, and his hands are heavy. Wei Luo sobs and compromises, ”I'll tell you later in the evening.”

That night, Zhao Yu put Wei Luo under her body and gasped heavily. He reached her forehead and said hoarsely, ”you are trying to kill me...”

Wei Luo's sweaty little face was full of crimson, and his body trembled, like riding in a boat. The boat was hit by the sea storm, and there was no end to it. She felt that the fourth aunt must have lied to her, saying that as long as she tightens and shrinks, the man will surrender soon But how does she feel that today's time is longer than ever! Does this work?After this night, Wei Luo finally came back from a rest, and began to faint pan acid pan pain.

When the two maids, witch haze and white LAN, cleaned up the inner bed, they were so ashamed that they couldn't lift their heads at all. They rolled up the bedding and left in a hurry. I don't need to know what the bed is like. It must be ugly and mottled.

Wei Luo really hates Zhao Xuan. He can't help it. She now has a thick skin. She can keep her face unchanged when facing the ambiguous eyes of the servant girl, which is learned from him.

This day, Wei Luo received a letter from Zhao Liuli, inviting her to leave the city together.

The letter didn't say the specific location. Wei Luo was a little puzzled. Zhao Liuli usually went out of Shengjing to visit her, but rarely directly. Where is she going this time?

Around noon, Zhao Liuli came to meet her.

Wei Luo got on the carriage and asked Zhao Liuli where she was going, but she was so secretive that she was even abnormally silent. If it had been before, it would have been lively and lively. What's the matter today? Wei Luo saw that she was wrong, so she didn't ask much, until the coach came out of the gate and walked a dozen miles to a hillside.

On the hillside stood a man and a horse. Wei Luo looked far away and found that the man was Yang Zhen.

Under the hillside is a vast army. The soldiers are wearing armour, armed with weapons, going south.

Wei Luo remembered that the southern bandits were rampant. Wang Yongbing, a foreign surname, was self respecting. He was only interested in his own enjoyment, regardless of the people's poverty, and the people were living in deep water. This army went to the eastern part of Guangdong to calm down the disaster.