After a long time, Di Ji remembered the process of coming together with Zuo Zichen, but couldn’t help but smile. After thinking about it, it was really naive, but the two of them had a great time.
When Zuo Zichen was a teenager, he was old-fashioned and stubborn. He didn’t look like an immortal at all. He recognized her as Emperor Ji and he was a courtesan’s gift. If it weren’t for that time, she sacrificed a foot, specially put on new shoes that didn’t fit, and worn out the heel, so that she wouldn’t hear him say anything in her heart.
Diji despised his old-fashioned, fool can see that he likes her, but he thinks no one knows. Sometimes the unwilling Xuanzhu ran to talk to him. He said that he had to be distracted, and wronged Xuanzhu so that he could only hide in the bed and cry.
If Emperor Ji was 18 years old at the time, she must find ways to seduce, seduce, and ambiguous, and get him to catch, but unfortunately she was just a naive 13-year-old girl who had not suffered any hardship, so she could only He secretly gritted his teeth at this kind of stubbornness and refused to move forward, like a flower that had been blooming for a long time. Waiting for him to pick it, he just didn’t pick it, and was lonely and beautiful.
The young people have few things in their minds, and they can’t fit if they have more. With a Zuo Zichen, she was just holding him all day long, either annoyed by his flashing words yesterday, or by the fact that he came a little late today, and was suffering from these trivial things that came with Xuanzhu .
Princess Qi has been left behind by her for a long time. I am afraid that someone will ask her who is Qi, and she can’t say it silly.
The second brother is a personal elite. He noticed some clues early and reminded her carefully: “Although Zuo Zichen is the son of Zuo Xiang, his status is high enough, but he is not the eldest son. You, a royal daughter-in-law, can’t get married on his head. “Besides, people are also immortals. Let’s clean up our minds as soon as possible.”
This is simply nonsense. There is no way to recover the water that has been poured out.
Emperor Ji was troubled for a long time. Seeing that others would go back to continue to cultivate immortals, she still made up her mind. That night, she was busy enough for Aman, because she picked up all night clothes and wore red ones, and felt green and elegant; Wearing Peony, and thinking that the peony is beautiful, she painted her face with rouge in the mirror like a monkey butt, and she was not satisfied with it and could not help crying.
Tiangong didn’t do beauty, and the three shifts began to rain. The Chlorophytum hanging outside the window forgot to put it in. When he got up in the morning, he almost drowned. Emperor Ji sat sullenly at the window for a day. Aman thought she wanted to go out and comforted her: “Maybe the rain will stop at night. May I go to the Royal Garden with the princess?”
But what she wanted to go was actually toward the balcony, where a teenager often waited for her alone, wind and rain. He was very kind to her, but he didn’t want to be close to her; looking at her so softly, he just didn’t want to say that she liked her. The 13-year-old Emperor Ji couldn’t understand this behavior, and secretly wiped away tears from the wounded spring sadness Qiu while Ah Man was not paying attention.
At dusk, the heavy rain gradually turned into a drizzle. Emperor Ji was so anxious that he could not wait for the rain to stop, without even taking the umbrella, and hurried to the balcony. Enclosed by the rain curtain towards the balcony, the mist was heavy. Zuo Zichen didn’t know how long he waited on it, his hair and clothes were wet, and he held an umbrella in his hand, but he didn’t hold it apart, and the purple figure appeared solitary.
Emperor Ji couldn’t help crying, wondering if he was wronged for himself or wronged for him, and slowly walked over, he seemed to have heard the sound of footsteps, turned back with a smile, and his beautiful eyes were warm, as if with moisture Warm smile.
“It’s raining, will Emperor Ji still have to come out to play?” Perhaps because there are only two of them on the balcony, it is rare that Xuanzhu didn’t come out to interrupt, and his voice seemed much softer than usual.
Emperor Ji bit his lip, hated him for being sluggish and lack of vision, and actually couldn’t see that he changed his clothes today. There was no response at all, wooden man!
She grabbed her belt and said deliberately coldly: “I love to come out and play, you control me! Don’t you always come to daze on the balcony?”
Sure enough, he didn’t talk for a long time. After a while, he stretched out the purple bamboo umbrella in his hand and covered it over her head, whispering: “Be careful to get your clothes wet and catch cold.”
Emperor Ji suddenly felt an indescribable grievance. He refused to say anything. He was so inexplicably good to her. When she became addicted and liked it, what he said was a little servant, hiding from her. How could there be such an abominable person in the world?
She threw away his hand holding the umbrella and yelled: “Zuo Zichen! Do you like me?”
He was stunned, unable to speak for a long time.
Diji was furious again: “Or do you like Xuanzhu?”
He finally reacted, his face flushed suddenly, explaining: “How could I … I never treated her …”
“Who do you like?” She almost shouted out the overwhelming overlord Jin Dao, “I’m fed up! Zuo Zichen, I … I like you anyway! If you’re embarrassed, that’s Your family’s business! If you dare to say no, I’ll … just punish you Nine Clan! “
In a hurry, she couldn’t think of any threats, so she had to move out the most ruthless one to scare him.
Purple bamboo umbrella “fluttered” and rolled on the ground, and the fine raindrops scattered on the heads of the two people. Emperor Ji fluttered with Venus in front of her eyes, refused to look at him with her head buried, and her legs were a little soft. If they were not braced in one breath, it was estimated that they would soften like noodles soon. After a long, long time, he just didn’t speak or speak, but Emperor Ji became more and more flustered, and his mind was blank, and vaguely felt that he had just said too much, trembling: “Zhu Jiu Clan or something … I, I ’m just talking about it … “
He still didn’t speak, just like a silent statue standing opposite. Emperor Ji’s heart sank gradually, twisting her belt embarrassingly, and nodded reluctantly: “Well … I know …”
She turned and walked away, suddenly her shoulders tightened suddenly, held tightly by a pair of warm hands. At the next moment, she fell into his wet arms and was almost choked to death. She groaned painfully, wet, not yet mature, close to him desperately, raised her arms, and hugged his neck tightly without showing any signs of weakness.
Zuo Zichen held her head to prevent her from looking up, with a tremor in her voice: “… Aren’t you kidding? Are you serious?”
Emperor Ji was so excited that she burst into tears and nodded her head hard, saying nothing.
That day, she cried with swollen eyes and no image. Obviously that was the first time she knew that when people were too happy, they would cry so hard.
After that day, the two should be considered together. When children first talk about emotions, it is inevitable that they will be funny when they are flimsy. However, Zuo Zichen is a wooden man who doesn’t understand the fun at all. If he wants him to go, he will go. Night clubs, but they always sat on the chairs in a proper manner. As soon as she leaned over, he blushed, making Emperor Ji deeply ashamed of her wolf like a tiger.
Emperor Ji remembered that the second brother once liked a little maid beside the queen. She had red lips and white teeth. The second brother copied some lingering poems from somewhere, and wrote it on pink paper. That maid.
She secretly opened it and read nothing more than such miserable sentences as “Slender lady, gentleman is good”, “Acacia is like a deep sea, and the broken heart is on the horizon.” It’s a pity that the maiden was illiterate and she took the beautiful letter paper to light the pot.
At that time she felt nauseous, but now she hated that Zuo Zichen wasn’t nauseous enough, so she often couldn’t help but hint.
“Have you ever seen the Book of Songs? Will you remember Guanju?” When he came to the private meeting at night, Emperor Ji asked him seriously.
Zuo Zichen didn’t understand it for a moment, and nodded very honestly: “I have seen it. Why do you want me to carry this?”
Emperor Ji gritted her teeth and twisted her body into a twist: “What are you asking? Do you have a back!”
He felt that this little princess was more and more arrogant, but also more lovely and tight. Although she always couldn’t understand her sudden whimsy, he still didn’t refuse. He was reluctant to refuse any request from her heart.
“Guan Guan Ju Dou, in the continent of the river. Slender lady, gentleman … so good …” Only four sentences were memorized, and the light in Zuo Zichen’s mind suddenly understood her meaning. Looked at her.
Emperor Ji blushed, and deliberately made the appearance of “You are not allowed to think”, pretending to be angrily: “Why don’t you recite it?”
Zuo Zichen looked at her tenderly, took her hand, and whispered: “Yan Yan.”
Emperor Ji also feels embarrassed, she is a girl’s house, it seems to be too naughty, is this the same for other girls? Zuo Zichen must have been scared?
“I’m leaving tomorrow.” His sudden words made Emperor Ji drunk in the dream of his young daughter suddenly wake up, looked at him inconceivably, murmured: “Go?”
Zuo Zichen wrapped her shoulders and hugged her in her arms, and said softly, “I’m going to find a master, and I want to marry you. It’s a lot harder than fixing a fairy.”
Emperor Ji Qi said: “What is the difficulty? Isn’t your master giving you a marriage?”
He didn’t speak, he just smiled lightly, and after a while, he said: “Waiting for you and I. I can wait, can’t you wait?”
Emperor Ji’s face was red again: “Who said I can’t wait? Just go! If you don’t come, I will marry someone!”
Zi Zichen’s arms tightened twice, encircling her in her arms, bowing her head and kissing her forehead, although her lips were as soft as before, but somehow became hot today. Emperor Ji was ignorant and looked up at him.
Zuo Zichen whispered: “No marrying others.”
The voice did not fall, and her hot lips fell gently on her slightly opened lips.
A kiss, light and soft, even a little jerky. Emperor Ji did not drink alcohol, but was drunk now. She had never so eagerly hoped that she would grow up sooner, and be quicker. She likes him so much, only him. For him, Zhu Cuiying head, wearing a wedding dress, will be happy for the rest of his life.
But Diji finally failed to wait until that day.
