Chapter 128 Zijing is jealous (down and down)

Zijing returned to Zhao's house. When she thought of the angry expression in front of Yin Ren's departure, she was so proud that she couldn't help humming a little song and walked back to the hall. She saw Fubo and other servants standing there respectfully, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Fubo came forward and said to Zijing, "The young lady is back. The young master has been waiting in the yard for a long time. He also invited the young lady to meet in the front yard."

Zijing was stunned, surprised and happy. She looked at Fubo suspiciously, and then walked slowly to the front yard.

I was uneasy all the way and thought, Zhao Wen came back? What is he waiting for me in the front yard? Does he want to divorce me?

My heart became more and more uneasy, but when I thought about it, I always had to face what was supposed to come, and I couldn't avoid it, so I crossed my heart and hurried to the front yard.

Just now, when I got to the front yard, I saw countless red lines pulled up in the courtyard, and the long and short red lines were covered with countless portraits, intertwined into a beautiful scene. The original plain front yard turned into a sea of paintings. Large and small portraits filled this small world, and Zijing was stunned.

Sumei, who followed her, was also stunned by this strange scene. She stared at countless portraits hanging horizontally and on the red line.

Zijing looked at the portrait hanging all over the front yard in a daze, and thought, what does this mean? Are these all portraits of Concubine Zhao?

Looking again, Zhao Wen was dressed in white, with long eyebrows like a willow, like a jade tree. His pure white clothes were slightly wet, and thin sweat oozed out through the shirt, which highlighted the lines of his original straight figure. He was standing at a stone table in the courtyard, holding a wolf pen in his right hand and was concentiously painting. .

seemed to feel Zijing coming, gently put down the paper and pen in his hand, slowly raised his head, and smiled at Zijing.

Zi Jing was stunned and looked at Zhao Wen in a daze, but she didn't know what to say.

The two were so silent and looked at each other. After a moment, Zijing suddenly came to her senses, hurried to the sea of painting, reached out and took a portrait from the long and short red line, and looked at it carefully.

At this look, Zijing was stunned. The woman in the painting was wearing a light blue silver-embroidered butterfly top, and her sleeves were wider than usual. She was sasant in the wind and her waist was tight. Below was a goose-embroidered white magnolia long skirt, a simple peach bun, and only wore a few stars of milky white pearls, reflecting the black sky. Bright, an oblique emerald hairpin hangs a thin ray of silver tassels, with his hands on his waist and stares angrily.

The person in the painting is not Tang Saier! But herself!

Zijing was stunned, and her mind was blank for a long time. A line of tears slowly flowed into her eyes, dripping down on the portrait, and gently wet the ink-drenched drawing paper.

Reaching out to take another picture, it was still himself, as if he didn't believe it. He took off several portraits in a row, and the people in the painting were all themselves.

Zhao Wen slowly stepped forward, gently held Zijing in his arms, sighed leisurely and said, "Madam, I was wrong a few days ago. I shouldn't scold you. Will you forgive me?"

Zi Jing leaned tightly in Zhao Wen's warm and strong arms, tears dripping down desperately, her hands loosened, and all the portraits originally pinched in her hand fell to the ground.

"From now on, I will never draw other women again. I will only draw you."

Zhao Wen said with a sigh.

Four hours ago, he was hurriedly dragged into the palace by Yang Dali. Later, he learned from Tang Saier that the situation was serious. Then Tang Saier told him that this matter not only affected their lives, but more importantly, it may affect Lu and Zhao. If you want to live safely, this is the only way.

So after he returned to Zhao's mansion from the Qingyou Palace, he immediately drew a portrait of Zijing. He did not stop for a moment. He painted for three hours, and his hands were numb and did not stop writing. Many portraits are still ink.

Even if Zhao Wen is dissatisfied with Zijing at this moment, he can only endure for the time being.

And all this is naturally Tang Saier's idea.

But Zijing didn't know this. She only said that Zhao Wen still had his own heart, and finally had a feeling of keeping the clouds open and the moon.

"Fature, I also have no. I shouldn't be so unreasonable. I'm too petty..."

Zi Jing leaned against Zhao Wen's arms and whispered.

"Madam, as long as you are no longer angry, I really have nothing to do with my cousin. Don't think nonsense in the future, okay?"

Zhao Wen said slowly.

Zi Jing raised her head and looked at Zhao Wen tightly. There was a sweetness in her heart. She smiled coquettishly and said, "Yes, I promise you that I will never think nonsense again! I will be your good wife!"

At this time, he suddenly heard bursts of noise from the inner hall, and with the approaching footsteps, dozens of brocade guards wearing long knives appeared in front of them.

"Who is Zhao Wen!"

The brocade guard wearing armor and holding a knife asked angrily.

"What's next? I don't know..."

Zhao Wen was shocked, and his heart was still coming, and there was a bitterness in his heart.

"Take it down!"

Before the words fell, the brocade guard pointed to Zhao Wen and roared, and immediately rushed up several fierce brocade guards. In a moment, he pressed Zhao Wen to the ground and tied them tightly, and then escorted Zhao Wen to leave.

All this came too suddenly, but such a change happened in a moment. Zijing recovered from the shock, rushed forward, stopped in front of the crowd, and shouted angrily, "Bold! Do you know who he is? He is the son-in-law of Southern Chu! I'm the eldest princess of Nanchu! You are blind! How dare you tie up the princess's son-in-law! Let go of me!"

"I know he is the eldest son-in-law! The bundle is the long son-in-law! Get out of the way!"

The brocade guard looked at Zijing disdainfully and said coldly.

"How dare you talk to me like this! I will kill your nine clans!"

Princess Zijing shouted angrily.

"Hmm! Except for Emperor Chu! No one can order us Xilinwei! Tell you the truth! Today, I came to arrest people under the order of the king! If you are dissatisfied, go to Emperor Chu! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Jin Yiwei said impatiently, reached out and pushed Zijing aside, and then left Zhao's house magnificently, even with Zhao Wen, who was tied up like a dead pig.

Zijing looked at Xilinwei's back in a daze and was stunned. Her tears fell straight down, and her heart was full of regret.

Sumei, who was also stunned, quickly stepped forward and hugged Zijing tightly. The servants of Zhao Fu, who stood around, saw their young master tied up by the brocade guard and began to wipe their tears silently.

"I hurt him... I hurt him..."

Zijing leaned helplessly in Sumei's arms and muttered this sentence.