Ambitious Favored Consort: How To Become A Wangfei

Chapter 35: Bride

Glossary

[1] sad emotions caused by changes in the seasons and scenery

Although today was a happy day, the sky was covered with gray clouds, the west wind howling, and it looked like it was going to snow. Zhao Chengjun did not like the noisy banquet, so he got up and left to get some fresh air outside.

This small garden connected the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard, with a long corridor running through both sides in the middle. Zhao Chengjun was standing on the promenade, looking at the sky.

With dead branches and remnants of snow everywhere, the winter scenery was always so gloomy and bleak. Standing behind Zhao Chengjun, Liu Ji cautiously persuaded, "Wangye, the wind is strong outside. Please take care of your body."

Zhao Chengjun was injured in the paddock in the ninth month. According to Zhao Chengjun's words, it was just a superficial wound. It was a good thing, but Liu Ji did not dare to be careless. One hundred days after his injury, Zhao Chengjun was still out in the rain for such a long time. He could not be careless.

Zhao Chengjun turned a deaf ear to his advice. He leaned on the wooden fence with one hand, and the dry west wind was blowing Zhao Chengjun's sleeves made flapping sounds. Facing the west wind, Zhao Chengjun said to Liu Ji, "The spring breeze does not stop Yumen Pass. The winter in the northwest is indeed much fiercer than in Jinling. The wind is wind, and snow is snow. It doesn't drag through mud and water."

"Wangye, Jinling is located in a water town. Wu people speak soft and beautiful. Naturally is different from Xiping mansion."

Zhao Chengjun looked at him for a long time and suddenly asked, "Liu Ji, do you prefer winter here or Jinling?"

This... ... Liu Ji was silent. This was not something that could be compared randomly, and Zhao Chengjun's comparison was not only the four seasons. Zhao Chengjun did not plan to wait for Liu Ji's answer, and he just said it himself.

Zhao Chengjun looked at the withered trees in the courtyard in silence. The west wind whirled the dead branches and made a whining sound, like a child crying. In the middle of silence, a woman's voice came from behind.

"Your Highness Prince Jing?"

Zhao Chengjun turned around. The woman was overjoyed when she saw him and promptly ran closer while holding her skirt, "Your Highness, it turned out to be you. What are you looking at?"

Zhao Chengjun looked at Xi Yunchu with no expression on his face. He thought that he had made it clear last time.

But this was Xi Yunwan's younger sister, after all, Zhao Chengjun gave Xi Yunchu a bit of face for Xi Yunwan's sake. Zhao Chengjun ignored her question, "Why are you here?"

Xi Yunchu did not care about Zhao Chengjun's indifference. She said excitedly, "There is a bridal chamber over there. I never liked noise. I didn't want to go to the back and listen to them, so I came out and walked by myself. I saw this garden with unique scenery, so I came in to enjoy it. Unexpectedly, I happened to meet Your Highness."

Enjoy the scenery? Zhao Chengjun asked unhurriedly, "Everything is depressing here, and there are only withered branches and leaves. What is so unique about this scenery?"

"Your Highness, you can't say like that." Xi Yunchu said, "Yishan's poem hurts the spring and mourns the autumn [1], but I only like one sentence, leaving withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain. Although there is no withered lotus here, it also has a special flavor to see the remaining branches and leaves. People all over the world sing for spring and peony. In my opinion, the only way to eliminate the residual of snow in winter is the beauty of the world."