RPAGF Chapter 249 Not Innocent
Chapter 249 Not Innocent
They are all tied to the same rope, so Hua Luan doesn't mind helping Zhao Fangyu.
There was no other important event at this palace banquet except that His Majesty wanted to arrange a marriage between the Fourth Prince and Zhou Lingrou.
Zhou Lingrou also married far away.
That family was a noble family in Jiangnan, and they were the sons of the Prince's tutor.
However, the crown prince has not yet been appointed. The crown prince's tutor is just an official of the Eastern Palace in name only.
The Fourth Prince's engagement has not been finalized yet. It is said that it was instigated by Zhou Qinghe. Zhao Fangyu is not clear about the process, but the Fourth Prince was probably unwilling to be married, otherwise how could Zhou Qinghe have instigated it?
At the palace banquet, many people came to flatter Zhou Qinghe because he was the oldest prince. However, his situation was similar to that of the third prince. He did not come from any noble family, and most of them were minor officials.
Zhou Qinghe was too lazy to pay attention to these people.
Those who really have power dare not come, and those who dare to come but do not have real power will be suspected by the emperor if they have too much contact.
He is different from the third brother. The third brother is one of the candidates for the crown prince favored by the emperor. Even if he made a big mistake, he could just cry and beg in front of the emperor. But he is different. He has concerns in his heart, so he naturally thinks twice before doing anything.
At the palace banquet, the Fourth Prince kept pulling Zhou Qinghe to drink alone.
The Fourth Prince was actually quite good-looking. After all, his mother was able to win a place in the harem and gave birth to a prince safely. Even though the Fourth Prince was born with a disability, he still had a place in the Emperor's heart, which was enough to show that his mother was no mediocre person.
The Fourth Prince pulled Zhou Qinghe to drink one glass after another in a depressed manner. His thin finger bones pinched the wine glass, and the skin on the joints turned slightly white.
He had a lot of grievances that he wanted to express, but he couldn't.
It was not until the palace banquet was over that Zhou Qinghe carried the fourth child back.
Because they had to send the Fourth Prince off, Zhao Fangyu took a single carriage, while Zhou Qinghe carried the Fourth Prince to the front carriage.
He reeked of alcohol, having only drunk one glass of wine at the banquet, and the rest he drank was half a glass mixed with a pot of water.
You must not get drunk and behave improperly at a banquet, but once you go to the Fourth Master’s house, you no longer have those concerns.
The fourth brother treats him as his brother, and he will not treat the fourth brother as an enemy.
Before leaving, he came to say hello to Zhao Fangyu.
As the curtain was opened, a gust of cold wind blew in quickly. Zhou Qinghe saw Zhao Fangyu frowning because of the cold wind. He couldn't help but feel annoyed, so he simply got into the carriage and said, "Old Four is worried today, I'll go and persuade him."
Zhao Fangyu also drank some, and as the alcohol took effect, his brain slowed down a lot.
But no matter how slow his brain worked, he could see that Zhou Qinghe's eyes were not innocent.
His dark eyes stared at her, a smile unconsciously forming on the corners of his lips, and when he looked at her, he exuded an inexplicable possessiveness and happiness, as if he was content, and his whole body was filled with an extremely comfortable energy.
Zhou Qinghe drank so much that his eyes and eyebrows were full of spring, and his cheeks were stained with alluring and ambiguous peach pink, and even his earlobes were red.
He looked at her, his eyes bright.
He was the only one who had seen Zhao Fangyu so relaxed and unrestrained, without the dignified manner that would make it impossible for others to dance wrong...
That secret joy is more intoxicating than any liquor in the world.
In the dimly lit carriage, there was only a lamp covered with gauze emitting a faint light, and the warm yellow candlelight made the two people seem even more ambiguous.
The pearl hairpins on Zhao Fangyu's bun fell on her cheeks. The round pearls shone more dazzlingly under the candlelight, but could not take away any of the beauty's charm.
As soon as Zhao Fangyu raised his eyes, Zhou Qinghe stared at him in a daze...
Or was Xuanbi knocking on the door outside to ask whether they should pull Zhou Qinghe out of this candlelit scene without waiting for the Fourth Prince to return home first.
As if possessed by some unknown force, Zhou Qinghe recalled the kiss he had given Zhao Fang's jade brow in the snow today.
Her whole body always smelled fragrant, even the handkerchief she used to wipe her sweat was fragrant.
Zhou Qinghe was struck by the warm affection in the face. Zhao Fangyu snorted, his face hot, and drove him out.
He was not annoyed. He stood in the snow and chuckled twice. He said loudly that there was no need to wait for him at night, and then walked on the snow to the Fourth Prince's carriage.
Snow was falling all over the ground. It had been snowing all day. When I came out, the eunuch's door had already been cleared once. But this time the snow suddenly became heavier, from the size of osmanthus flowers to heavy snow of goose feathers. After a walk outside, I was covered in white.
Zhou Qinghe unceremoniously put his hand into the gap between the Fourth Prince's neck and collar to keep warm, which made the Fourth Prince shiver with cold. Even the drunkenness disappeared, and he hugged Zhou Qinghe with a dazed look in his eyes: "Second brother, I dreamed of an assassin!"
Zhou Qinghe nodded and patted the Fourth Prince's head like he was patting a dog: "It's okay, your god-like second brother chased him away."
I don’t know what Zhou Qinghe is like in the Fourth Prince’s mind, but he believed such nonsense.
When the two returned home, the Fourth Prince had a lot of grievances that he wanted to express.
My mother can’t say anything, my father can’t say anything, my brothers don’t get close to me…
Everyone said it was for his own good, but he wasn't as fragile as others thought.
He can take responsibility, but he cannot harm others.
He was in a stalemate with his father for half an hour, and finally the emperor slapped him twice.
Saying that he doesn't know how to appreciate good people.
The fourth prince touched Zhou Qinghe's chest tremblingly, crying and shouting: "What good is a good heart? I begged them!"
"Everyone says it's for my own good, and that I can't do this or that! But they want me to do the harmful business of marrying a wife. I'm not an animal raised for breeding!"
Zhou Qinghe sighed: "At such a young age, you can see things clearly."
The closer a royal family member is to the royal family, the more likely they are to be entrusted with the important task of producing offspring.
Even if this person has not achieved anything, having many children seems to be an achievement.
But as parents, we have so many things to worry about.
It's not like betting on the size of the ball in a casino. If the first cup doesn't come out, you can try another one.
Those are real people.
Everyone has his or her own ideas. Some people yearn for the frontier, some yearn for flowers and plants, some are born with a love for mountains and rivers, and some love cosmetics after going through so much. There are thousands of people and thousands of ideas. No one can make a final judgment on a person's life.
The Fourth Prince is a young eagle trapped in shackles, but also protected by the shackles. He wants to get out.
Zhou Qinghe patted the Fourth Prince on the shoulder, coaxed him aside awkwardly, then grabbed his hand and tore him off of him.
Zhao Fangyu had never touched his body, so why did this little bastard touch and rub it?
Zhou Qinghe snorted twice and knocked on the Fourth Prince's head: "Your sister-in-law is not here. If she sees me, I will skin you alive!"
The fourth prince didn't know what he had done wrong. He felt even more wronged and cried all the way.
The lights in the main courtyard of the Hewang Mansion were always on. After Zhao Fangyu washed up, he sat by the charcoal basin to dry his hair. After he finished drying his hair, Zhou Qinghe didn't come back, so Chunshao and others brought a hot water bottle to warm Zhao Fangyu's quilt.
The warm fragrance intoxicated Zhao Fangyu and he felt drowsy. Outside, it was snowing heavily and red plum blossoms were standing proudly.
When Zhou Qinghe came back, Zhao Fangyu was buried in the brocade quilt, her red lips were so tender and juicy, even more attractive than a cherry soaked in water.