Jian Sui Daye

The north wind howled and the snow fell.Yecheng, which had only cleared up for a few days, was once again shrouded in haze and bad weather, which seemed to indicate that the country of Qi would come to an end, and also seemed to be a mockery of the emperor Gao Wei from the heavens. The weather changed without warning.

Zhao Jing walked numbly on the street leading to the north gate of Ye City, letting the strong wind pluck his hair wantonly.Her heart was cold and depressed, which just echoed the weather and environment at this time.

Occasionally passing passers-by on the street could not help but stop and worry about this beautiful woman who lost her soul and looked like a walking corpse, but Zhao Jing's empty eyes had nothing but dead coldness.

Suddenly, the absent-minded Zhao Jing staggered and threw himself forward.

"Miss, be careful!" Zhao Jing's close girl Xiaoluyan quickly supported Zhao Jing, and said with concern.

Zhao Jing straightened up, pulled her arm out of Xiaolu's arms, and continued to walk forward, with heavy and stiff steps.

"Miss, don't be too hard on yourself!" Xiaolu followed Zhao Jing step by step, always vigilant about Zhao Jing's feet, fearing that she would fall again and damage something.

"Is there anything I can't think about? This is my fate, destined by the heavens!" Zhao Jing glanced at Xiaolu indifferently, with a smile uglier than crying, her voice full of helplessness and sadness .

"Miss—" Seeing Zhao Jing's miserable and helpless appearance, Xiaolu couldn't help feeling sad, and only called out to Zhao Jing, then choked up and couldn't speak, tears fell to the ground, deeply Into the snow, disappeared.

"Xiaolu, come with me to Puning Temple to offer incense again, maybe you won't have another chance in the future!" Zhao Jing looked up at the drowsy sky, letting the cold snowflakes fall on her face and into her face. The empty eyes turned into cold water drops, soaking her dry and dull eyeballs.

The tears had already dried up last night, and the heart that was originally transparent and full of vitality and passion was completely frozen in the chest because of the sudden news.

There is nothing greater than death in the heart, and the heart is dead. Is there anything terrible at this time?

Moving her legs numb from the cold like a machine, Zhao Jing couldn't help recalling the scene in her grandfather's study last night again in her mind.

When Yiyang King Zhao Yanshen accompanied the monarch Gao Wei to settle everything in the palace and returned to the mansion, the night was already very dark.Zhao Jing hadn't bothered to tell Zhao Yanshen about her parting lovesickness, so she was taken into the study by Zhao Yanshen.

As soon as he entered the study, Zhao Yanshen's face, which was still smiling slightly, became gloomy.Just when Zhao Jing was uneasy and thought she had done something wrong and wanted to apologize, Zhao Yanshen's gaze made her not know what to say for a while.

"Grandfather has lost weight and is getting older!" At this moment, Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Yanshen's first impression from a close distance.

It's only been a month or so since Zhao Yanshen's beard and hair turned pale, losing its former luster.His face was covered with deep wrinkles, and except for the frosty color on the corners of his brows and eyes, the deep worry could not be concealed at all.

Zhao Jing also found that Zhao Yanshen looked at her with three parts of love, three parts of guilt, two parts of anger, one part of helplessness, and one part of misery, which was very complicated.

It was this lack of reproach in his eyes that made Zhao Jing not know what to say for a while, and could only stand quietly in front of Zhao Yanshen.

Zhao Yanshen just looked at Zhao Jing quietly like this. Under the dim candlelight, his complexion was cloudy and uncertain, but his wise and bright eyes in the past were now cloudy and blurred.

"Jing'er!" I don't know how long it took, maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe half an hour, when Zhao Jing felt that her legs were a little numb, Zhao Yanshen opened his mouth to break the atmosphere of silence.His old and hoarse voice made Zhao Jing tremble, and for some reason there was an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Grandfather, what are your orders?"

"Jing'er, on the first day of February next year, you will be sixteen!" Zhao Yanshen asked slowly, his voice was low and full of desolation.

Zhao Jing nodded, and looked at Zhao Yanshen suspiciously, not knowing why he asked such a question.

"Woman's fifteenth year is the age of ji, you have reached the age of marriage so soon!" Zhao Yan sighed deeply, looking at Zhao Jing with increasingly heavy eyes and heartache.

Zhao Jing's heart moved, and the ominous feeling became clearer and clearer. A pair of small hands tightly clutched the skirt of the clothes, and the sweat in the palms secreted quickly.

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhao Yanshen's words fulfilled Zhao Jing's feeling.

"Jing'er, some time ago, grandfather promised you a marriage."

Zhao Jing trembled all over, and was shocked by the sudden news for a while.

However, it was Zhao Yanshen's last sentence that shocked her even more.

"On the second day of February next year, you will become His Majesty's Zuo Zhaoyi!"

"What?" Zhao Jing exclaimed as if struck by lightning, her legs went limp and she couldn't stand anymore, she fell to the ground, her face paled, and she stared at Zhao Yanshen dumbfounded.

"Jing'er, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Yanshen quickly pulled Zhao Jing up from the ground, and looked at Zhao Jing with concern.

"Why?" Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Yanshen in disbelief, and asked these three words with great difficulty, because his teeth were chattering because of his agitation.

What kind of virtue is Gao Wei, who in the whole Northern Qi Dynasty, old or young, does not know?This person is not only incompetent in government affairs, but also licentious and brutal in life. His peculiar hobbies are simply unimaginable. In modern terms, he is shameless, wretched and perverted plus three levels.

No young girl in Huaichun hopes to pin her happiness on the emperor without worries, except for those who love vanity and covet glory and wealth, but this obviously does not include Zhao Jing who was born in a wealthy family.

"Jing'er, I blame my grandfather for being incompetent. It's my grandfather who is sorry for you!" Zhao Jing's unbelievable eyes pierced deeply into Zhao Yan's heart like two sharp swords, making his stooped body even more dejected. Time couldn't help crying, and sighed to the sky.

Zhao Yanshen helped the trembling Zhao Jing to sit on a chair beside him, and then slowly explained to Zhao Jing.

A month ago, Gao Anagong proposed marriage to Zhao Yanshen, wanting Zhao Jing to marry his son Gao Ajunfeng.Gao Ah Junfeng is not a kind person, how could Zhao Yanshen agree, so he tactfully rejected Gao Anak.Gao Ajunfeng, who felt that he had lost his face, held a deep grudge against Zhao Yan.

This time Gao Wei was in Jinyang, and suddenly he had the idea of ​​accepting a concubine for a beauty pageant, and Zhao Jing's name entered Gao Wei's ears through Gao Ajunfeng's mouth.Hearing Gao Wei praise Zhao Jing's unparalleled appearance, even Feng Xiaolian was inferior, how could Gao Wei, who was reincarnated as a pervert, be able to endure the turmoil, so he directly proposed marriage to Zhao Yanshen, his tone was very firm, and Zhao Yanshen was not allowed to shirk at all .

For the development of the family, Zhao Yanshen finally had no choice but to succumb to Gao Wei's despotic power and decided to sacrifice Zhao Jing's happiness.

Although Zhao Jing has understood the sadness of the fate of a woman from a big family since she was sensible, she still finds it difficult to accept it for a while when it really happens to her head.

Zhao Jing didn't know how she left Zhao Yanshen's study and returned to her own room. She only knew that she passed out on the bed as soon as she got back to the room. When she woke up in the early morning, the pillow was already wet, and her The heart also became dead and desolate, without a trace of life.

After leaving the north gate of Yecheng, the wind seemed to get stronger, making it more difficult for Zhao Jing and Xiaolu to move forward.Xiaolu hugged her arms tightly, shrunk her head, squinted her eyes, and endured the pain of the cold wind cutting her face.

"Hehe, why isn't the wind a little stronger?" Feeling the tingling pain in his lungs after inhaling the cold air, Zhao Jing smiled wildly, but his eyes were full of pleasure.

"Miss, what are you talking about?" Although Xiaolu was very close, the wind was so strong that she could only catch a few faint notes.

Zhao Jing ignored him, and continued to move forward with difficulty.

Half an hour passed, and the majestic and majestic city of Ye had been hidden in the wind and snow, but Zhao Jing was still more than five miles away from Puning Temple.The wind and snow covered the road, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, which made it more difficult for Zhao Jing to move forward.

"Second brother, this place is quite far away from Yecheng, and the wind and snow are in full swing at this time, which happens to be a good time for us to do it, without further ado, do it!"

20 meters behind Zhao Jing and Xiaolu hung two men in black, one tall and one short.Although they were walking against the wind, the two walked vigorously and calmly, much stronger than Zhao Jing and Xiaolu, two weak women.It was the tall man who spoke just now, with an unsheathed nine-eared steel knife hanging from his waist. His eyes were full of murderous aura when he looked at Zhao Jing.

"Okay, it's just two mentally handicapped women, and it's easy to catch!" The short man had a pair of jet-black sharp claws hanging from his waist. .

After the short man finished speaking, the two quickly ran towards Zhao Jing and Xiaolu.

Zhao Jing and Xiao Luna had thought that there would be villains behind them, so they hardly made any movement of resistance. Xiao Lu only had time to exclaim and was restrained by the two.

"Who are you?" Zhao Jing looked at the two indifferently, without any fear on his face, and asked lightly.

The tall man and the short man looked at each other, both were surprised by Zhao Jing's performance, they couldn't help feeling a little vigilant, and quickly scanned the surroundings. After no one was paying attention, the tall man said: "Miss Zhao, I offended you. We are also following orders, as long as you don't resist, you can suffer less!"

"Huh!" Zhao Jing snorted coldly, staring at the tall man fixedly, the cold gaze made the tall man dodge unconsciously.

"What do you want to do? Don't you know that my lady is the granddaughter of King Yiyang? Are you not afraid of King Yiyang's revenge if you do this?" Xiaolu struggled vigorously and scolded, but she couldn't get away from the short man. Those hands are like iron tongs.

"Miss Zhao, let's go with our brothers!" The tall man said without waiting for Zhao Jing to speak, and then slapped Zhao Jing on the back of the neck. He fell softly on the tall man's arm.

The short man followed suit, and after knocking Xiaolu unconscious, the two of them didn't stay any longer, and rushed northward with Zhao Jing's daughter between them.