Heartburn

Since the encounter at the Royal Garden that day, Kwong Ximing has come to my place a lot less often.

Not long after we woke up in the morning, we asked the attendant casually, but said that she had gone early; in the afternoon, we sent the attendant to greet the court, and in reply, we said that your majesty was meeting with the courtiers and had no time to get out; when we came to the door in person in the evening, the guards at the door told her that she had already rested It's down... It's nothing more than one day or two days. It's actually like this for four or five days. A series of coincidences undoubtedly point to one point-she is avoiding me.

Was the person hiding in the corner of the Royal Garden that day she? If it were her, why did she teach her to leave, but she still refuses to meet with me until now?

Perplexed, and unable to pull my face to continue entanglement, I had no choice but to bear all my thoughts and continue to be my idle tourist.

After a few days of training, the chest injury has gradually improved, and there is no need to be sick all day in bed with nothing to do. When I am free, I can wander around in the palace courtyard. A few days later, I will be a huge palace knowledge. After repeating it, although there is still a blank in my mind, I can't remember the slightest impression of living here. Anyway, I am familiar with this place, so I think it's a new understanding.

To say that I, the prince, deserved to be a failure. Those palace guards who knew me either circumvented me far away or bowed in fear when they saw me. Fear was greater than respect. This shows how unpopular I was before.

Regrettably, after wandering around these days, I have never met the shy little guy again. Even the entire Yuhuayuan has lost his vitality, making people feel dull, even if it is full of beautiful and elegant scenery behind him. Followed by the attendants, but this loneliness in my heart can't be dispelled.

It was another day in the afternoon, when the sky was just right, but I was tired of seeing the scenery in the garden, and went back to the house in amazement. Only when I stepped into the arch of the outer courtyard of the side hall, I saw the guards guarding the gate with solemn expressions. The posture was stiff, more stern than usual; and a familiar palace attendant greeted him by the door, stomping small steps back and forth, looking restless, as if worried about something.

He seemed to hear the movement on my side, suddenly raised his head to see, his eyes lit up, he hurriedly stepped forward, hurriedly bowed, and hid a bit of anxiety in Gongshun Zhong: "His Royal Highness is back. ... Your Majesty has been waiting in the temple for a long time."

"Oh?" My step stopped, and I responded casually, but my heart tightened involuntarily-Kuang Ximing was waiting for me in the hall?

After so many days, I was finally willing to come to see me!

After thinking about it, the pace just about to speed up inevitably slowed down, deliberately hanging her for a while, and then pretending to be careless and nodded, "This king knows, you go and report to your Majesty, and you will wait for this king to change clothes and tidy up. Go to the face again."

"This..." He looked at me hesitantly, and suddenly struck a spirit when I raised my eyebrows silently, and stepped back, "Yes."

With a soft snort, I flicked my sleeves and turned around, and went straight to the bedroom to wash and change clothes. I consciously took Joe's enough. Then I adjusted my clothes and walked slowly to the side hall where Kwong Ximing was waiting.

I just don't want to admit the trace of excitement in my heart because she is finally willing to come to see me.

In the side hall is burning Siping Tianhe incense that nourishes qi and calms the nerves. Behind the book case in the side corner sits a woman in a mysterious robe. She holds a pen in one hand and supports the case in the other. Her face is like snow, and her demeanor is like an abyss, quiet but not to be ignored, teaching people first The eyes passed through the huge partial hall and fell straight on her body - and after that, they couldn't move their eyes anymore.

Is it because of the displeasure that was avoided these few days, after a moment of trance, I quickly recovered, deliberately aggravated the pace, intended to remind, but did not take the initiative to speak out, nor did I strike up a conversation with her, just The palace attendant who followed up with his eyes motioned to retreat, and then sat on the rosewood grandmaster chair at the other end of the hall, rubbing the armrest, thinking about how to reply later.

I waited patiently for a while, but there was no sound, and he looked up suspiciously, only to see that the man had put down the pen in his hand long ago, and he was holding it with one hand, so he could stare at me for a long time, his lips slightly hooked, his eyes burning, I don't know how long I watched it.

Being stared at with such intent gaze, somehow, my face became hot, and I couldn't help turning my face away, and coughed covertly, "It's rare, it's finally free today... why are you looking at me like this?" Could it be that I haven't seen it for too long and I don't recognize it?" As soon as I said the words, I bit my lips in a bit of a sorrow, and regretted it for a while: I always felt that there was a sorrow in my words for no reason, but it seemed that I was looking forward to it. As if seeing her.

But when I can't see people, I feel resentful, like a complaint between lovers, which is too ambiguous.

--What's wrong with me?

I was annoyed, but listened to the man with a low laugh, then got up and walked around the grandmaster's chair where I was sitting, and walked to the opposite seat. The robe of the walking room was fluttering, and the sleeves of the shirt slid behind me intentionally or unintentionally, mixed with elegant smoke. The fragrance of incense and pine wood floats quietly, with a bit of bitterness and coldness, and it is not so quiet and moving-as if a light leaf is falling on the heart lake, slowly swirling, disturbing a pool of calm and then drifting away freely. After leaving the circle of ripples behind, it lasted for a long time.

"These few days have been busy, and I worry about your need to rest, so I didn't go to see you, but listened to the palace attendant saying that you are running into the imperial garden all day, and you are not afraid of affecting the wound?" She Shi Shiran was opposite me Sit down, look at me for a long time, and smile slightly when my face is getting more and more embarrassed and almost burning.

"It's just a walk, it's okay. I've been doing nothing in this temple for a long time, and my bones will be lazy." I also ignored my awkward thoughts and replied with a smile.

But I don't know what she thought of, the smile on her face suddenly faded, she looked at me with a deep expression, and suddenly said: "If you feel boring, do you want to participate in the court meeting? I'm afraid you can't bear it."

——Will the court meet?

I shook my head, not very interested.

"Nevertheless, you are not suitable for those chores. It is the right thing to rest well." She lowered her head and took a sip of the hot tea that she had brewed at hand. She slid the tea foam, and then continued for a while, "Tomorrow, Guang'an County The Lord will come to see you and say goodbye to your clan before you leave the cabinet."

"Guang'an County Lord?" There is no such person in my mind—though I can't remember anyone now, but there is no mood swing about this name, as if I have never heard of it, which is weird.

"His name is Wei Shu, you've seen him," Kuang Ximing took another sip of tea, but he seemed to be depressing something, his expression unnatural, "He healed your injury."

It turned out to be him—the man who checked my injuries when I first awoke.

Speaking of which, the Guang’an County Lord is a Xinglin Sage, but what taught me strange is: his name is Wei Shu, not the emperor’s surname, could it be from his father’s surname?

Thinking of the man whose expression was cold and faintly sharp, I couldn't help being surprised, and blurted out and asked, "He is going to get married? Who is the woman?"

"The eldest daughter of the emperor Fu Yunchong, Fu Ruohan," she said, paused, and smiled at me. That glance was Baimei's sudden life, teaching people to cut the bones, but deep in the eyes, there was no half of a smile. Yi said, "It's also your husband, Fu Ruozhen's sister."

——My...Wang husband?

I should be grateful that I didn’t hold up the tea cup at hand, otherwise the smiles in her eyes would be overwhelming, not to mention the huge amount of information in the last half of the supplement. Can't digest it in a short time.

It turns out I already have a husband... Then do I have any children?

When the words came to his mouth, he turned around, swallowed without asking.

When she was shocked, her reaction slowed down for a while, and she listened to her with a cold smile and pointedly said: "What, do you think of your husband? Also, the Fu family was a well-known son Qingjun before he came out of the pavilion. , It's natural to be petted by you...heh."

"What?" I don't understand why it's just a dazzling effort. Her expression was so unpredictable for a moment, as if she was jealous of something, mocking something, and she seemed to be... jealous.

But, jealous?

Is it me or her who is wrong?

The meeting ended up unhappy.

Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, it seemed that she had acquiesced to her words, the ironic sneer on Kwong Xidong's face also faded suddenly, returning to her usual expressionless face, her eyes drooping, and she stopped looking at me, and dropped a low sentence: "Rest early." He got up and left.

Looking away from her back, I stroked the healed wound on the left, only to feel a faint pain again.

At about the next day, as she said, the attendant reported to the head of Guang'an County to see her.

The man was dressed in a gorgeous suit, beautiful as a peach and plum, but as cold as frost. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, there would be no way to connect him with the medical path.

"Wei Shu has seen His Royal Highness Ling." Had a standard court ceremony with me, but before I shouted, he stood up straight on his own, looked directly at my eyes, and there was something in my eyes that I couldn't understand. Hostility-I can't be sure until this moment that what I saw and felt before was not overly minded.

He sat reservedly where I started, his gaze swept across the row of palace servants standing behind me, his intentions were very obvious-I smiled clearly, forgiving him for not daring to make any changes under all the eyes. , Also wanted to see what medicine he bought in the gourd, so he waved his hand and ordered the palace attendants to retreat, leaving only one by the door.

"The county lord of Guang'an came to see this king, why?" I don't believe Kuang Xidong's excuse of "farewell to the clan", this man clearly has a different plan.

"Nothing, let's see how you are recovering, by the way, to remind you," he stroked the auspicious cloud flow lines on his sleeves, smiled meaningfully, and suddenly taught me a touch of awkwardness, "Keep yourself People who shouldn’t think about it, don’t think about it."

"This king doesn't understand what you mean." I frowned and looked at him, but Kuang Ximing's deep and complicated eyes suddenly appeared in my heart.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, you just need to remember that the emperor is the emperor, the minister is the minister, you are the king of Ling, and you are the emperor's sister, but that's all." After he finished speaking, he brushed his sleeves casually. The non-existent dust, got up half a step forward, bowed to me, just hooked my lips strangely when I was close to me, and said insidiously with a voice that only the two of us can hear: "I can cure Good you, naturally I can destroy you too! To tell you the truth, apart from causing memory loss, there is one more thing I didn't tell your Majesty..."

I spit out a suffocating breath and let him leave arrogantly. I only felt tired in my heart and lost half of the energy to move.

"I am afraid that the future sons of Your Highness will be a little bit difficult." His thin red lips spit out cruel words, he smiled happily, the bitterness in his eyes flashed away, but it was as thick as smudged ink, dripping dripping. , There is no way to teach people to resist.

——Kuang Xihan, I just hate, I can’t kill you.