Heartburn

"His Royal Highness, what do you mean? Didn't you teach that Jiang's rhetoric to be fooled?" Her face was so sullen that she was a bit bluff, even if she knew that she was all thinking about me, she couldn't help but shrink back in reflex. Shrinking her shoulders-and this made her eyebrows tighten again.

Realizing that retreat will only cause the outcome of things to completely deviate from expectations, I cleared my throat and sternly explained: "Aunt Ke, don't worry, I have my own plans for this matter. As you said, Jiang Zhuo used to be a member of the emperor's sister, instead of bothering. Beware of watching her, it's better to send it back to her place-you can arrange as many guards as possible to follow me in case of accidents."

"His Royal Highness meant this, it was because I wanted to make a difference." Her face eased, and she nodded with a smile - I also let out a sigh of relief quietly in my heart.

The three days passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, I used some snacks to make me hungry. After Yan Ke's warnings, it was time for me to go to the palace for a banquet.

According to the female officer sent by Kwong Xiqing, this palace banquet only invited the noble family members who are related to the royal family. It can be treated as an ordinary family banquet without having to dress too much; but my personal attendant, Xiaochan, is still Rummaging through the cabinets and cabinets as if they were facing an enemy, he was talking about the match of the court clothes.

Just when I had a headache on how to dispel his thoughts, the attendant at the door whispered for instructions: "Open to the prince, Jiang Huwei, please see me."

"Let her in." I turned my face away from Xiao Chan holding a golden hairpin studded with pearls, and picked a white hosta from the dazzling makeup box—the purest and lightest white hosta— —I really don’t know how Kuang Xihan’s extravagant habit of wearing gold and silver and an unsightly strange taste developed.

"Why did the prince bring Jiang Zhuo into the palace?" She just stood behind me and asked straightforwardly. Qingyuan's waveless eyes looked straight at me, making me straighten my back subconsciously, but didn't dare to turn around. Staring at her, just observing her look in the mirror without showing a trace-she looks a little puzzled, but there is a trace of struggle deep in her eyes, which is incomprehensible.

Isn't it what she hoped to return to the palace and continue to be the captain of the guard?

……I do not understand.

"You don't want to?" Thinking like this in his heart, he asked immediately.

Unexpectedly, she was stunned for a moment, as if she had never figured out the answer to the question.

After only a few breaths of hesitation, she bowed her eyes and bowed, but under her obedience she showed obvious resistance: "No... Jiang Zhuo thanked the prince."

"That's good," I retracted my gaze, got up and passed her, and walked to Yan Ke who was waiting at the door to stare at her with a warning look, "The time is coming, let's go now."

——I have agreed with Yan Ke, and there is no room for repentance... Even if the reluctance that flashes in her eyes makes my heart struggle.

But I have a hunch: Sending her back to the palace, away from me, and away from this place of right and wrong, is the best choice for us.

I was struggling to climb into the carriage, and I had to step on the backs of the strong attendants with the support of the cicada. This was natural for Kwong Xihan, but it subverted the "people I had received since I was a child". People are equal" concept; I have to warn myself countless times in my heart that only by abandoning the thoughts and thoughts that belonged to Jianxin in the past can I play the role of King Ling and live in this strange and helpless world.

I’m afraid that I always subconsciously show ideas that are incompatible with this era. The flawed acting skills will make people familiar with Kwong Xihan be suspicious; but I’m even more afraid that if I force myself to substitute Kuang Xihan’s identity for a long time, it will eventually lead to It is difficult for me to get rid of the habitual thinking of this role, becoming pretentious, defiant, and even gradually indifferent to the life and death of ordinary people, until indifferent.

I couldn’t help but think of Kuang Xiqing’s eyes-with gentle and beautiful outlines, but always calm enough to reveal a little coldness, as if only showing a trace of warmth when facing me; but the warmth is only facing her sister, not The foreign wandering soul is simple.

That is the look in the eyes of the superior, but it shouldn't belong to me.

Before the curtain was lowered, I saw Jiang Zhuo turning over his horse neatly, with a heroic appearance, and there was no trace of **** scars on his back.

As if she felt my gaze, she raised her eyes and glanced up. The cold eyes taught me to immediately put out the idea of ​​inviting her to ride a carriage together-this woman hides her stubbornness and stubbornness under the calm appearance, even if she is facing Facing the once violent Kuang Xihan refused to bow her head; this woman does not need useless pity.

Shaking my head mockingly, I took the tea cup that Xiao Chan handed over, took a sip, and couldn't help frowning: "It's too sweet..." I remember that I had told him not to drink this sweet so much. Did he forget the honey pear tea?

"Slaves damn! Please atone for your sins!" He knelt in front of me, his thin back trembling, and suddenly reminded me that he was still a young man with a weaker crown.

How can I criticize him for this? Maybe Kuang Xihan will, but I am not her after all.

After swallowing a sigh, I put the tea cup back on the small table and waved my hand happily: "Fine, remember it next time."

"...Yes." He raised his head carefully and glanced at me, then quickly took away the tea cup on the table, and refilled me with a cup of warm water, but the fear in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

I just feel tired and don't want to explain. I simply sat on the wall of the car with a blank face in a daze-I don't know when I am headed in such a day?

Perhaps, someday, when I was found out by Kuang Xiqing or someone else and then killed, I would have a chance to go back...

Thinking like this, it didn't take long for him to arrive at the palace.

"Welcome your Royal Highness Ling." After getting out of the carriage, before I could stand still, two rows of brightly dressed court attendants bowed and saluted together. The leader was the female officer who took me to the Temple of Chaolu that day.

Her gaze lightly glanced at Jiang Zhuo on one side, and then casually led me to the palace hall dedicated to banquets; the young palace attendants behind her fell on Jiang Zhuo without her concentration. There are obviously a few different meanings in his sight, and I can only be sure that it is not a joy based on admiration.

Along the way, only the palace attendants who hurried with their trays passed by our group, but no other ministers who were attending the banquet. If it wasn't for me to come too early, then I was too late.

Thinking about this, I felt that the moment I stepped into the hall, accompanied by the announcement of a palace attendant pinching his throat, the melodious and circling music came to an abrupt end, and the guests all watched at the same time, as if "Ling Wang "These two words themselves carry the power of shocking everything-this did not make me feel vanity for a moment, and some were just deep helplessness and exhaustion.

Take a look, Kuang Xihan, this is the impression that others have of you, fear and disrespect, avoid it.

"Today's master is here, if you don't have His Royal Highness, what is the meaning of this banquet?" The young woman in the third seat on the left joked at me with a toast.

"Master Lu's words are very bad. His Royal Highness Ling is a nobleman of Tianhuang, and he is naturally the finale. Isn't it something I and other casual guests can match?" The young woman in the seat opposite her chuckled and said.

Most of the young people in the banquet murmured, talked and laughed in a low voice, while the older ones drank without changing their faces, as if they hadn’t heard the two talking between the two, and didn’t intend to get involved in this hidden gunpowder conversation. .

I carefully looked at the two young men who were talking. The former was dressed in a red military commander's costume, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, dark skin, and a very burly figure; the latter was dressed in navy blue civilian costumes with detailed willow eyebrows. The skin is fair, and he is a weak scholar.

These two people have a literary and a martial art, and they sang and harmonized. They cooperated tacitly. However, there is no impression of the two in my memory, so they are not important figures.

Since it is not important, then ignore it-according to Kwong Xihan's domineering temperament, he must have a genius before he is willing to give up.

She is so weak and irritable. It is no wonder that after the massive amount of rare tonic is poured, she is always sick and unhealthy; I can’t help wondering whether these deliberately provoking people also see this, so that’s why. Regardless of the consequences, hit the gun one after another to anger her?

So, do these people have a gap with her, or are they instigated by others?

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but look up at Kuang Xiqing, who was drinking alone on the throne; she beckoned to me with a gentle smile, teaching people like a spring breeze: "Han, sit by my side."

Looking around all the seats, there is still one vacant seat before her. It can be seen that the decision to let me sit next to her was entirely temporary.

Passing through the seats on both sides, slowly stepping on the imperial steps, I can feel the sights cast by the civil and military officials, like a man on the back, guessing Kuang Xiqing's intentions, but to no avail.

Getting closer, I found that her gaze seemed to pass through me faintly, and fell lightly on Jiang Zhuo, who had been following me silently. At first glance, the two of them had very different temperaments, each with its own merits, and it was difficult. People confuse them; only by looking carefully can you distinguish the similarities in their facial features.

Suddenly I was a little curious: what was the situation of these two people when they first met?

And what kind of thought did Kwong Xiqing put this woman who resembled herself to be a guard by her side?

When Kuang Xihan took Jiang Zhuo away, how did she feel? Has there been a little bit of retention?

Thinking about it, my mind suddenly ran away.

Just sitting down next to Kuang Xiqing, a young woman wearing a navy blue civil costume was holding a wine cup and exclaimed: "Your Royal Highness is too late. You can teach people to wait. It's time to punish yourself for three cups!"

Following the reputation, the woman’s eyebrows are somewhat similar to the imperial husband Lu Xiuzhu whom I met a few days ago, as if she is quite familiar with Kwong Xihan. I searched for the memory and vaguely recalled some fragments related to her-Lu Yingxuan , Lu Xiuzhu’s sister is also one of Kuang Xihan’s childhood playmates. Of course, according to the scenes I recall in my memory, the term "hupengouyou" is more appropriate to describe.

It's just... three glasses of fine wine?

I looked at the fist-big colored glass wine cups on the few cases in front of me, and the nose was lingering if there was a mellow aroma of wine, he hesitated for a moment, before I reached out my hand, Kwong Xiqing took the full wine one step ahead of me. Zhan, raised his neck and drank it down, and gestured to the other party: "Ling Wang has recovered from a serious illness, and it is not suitable to drink. I will drink these three glasses of wine for her, how about?"

——Looking at it sideways, there was a slight smile on her lips. There was a bit of teasing in her gentleness, but her eyes were like a deep pool and there was no wave of ripples in her eyes, which made people feel awkward.