Heartburn

"Your Majesty's words are the imperial edict, how dare we ministers resist the edict." This Lu Yingxuan is indeed Kuang Xihan's stinking friend. Even the emperor dared to make fun of him, and he could not control his words and deeds after drinking too much. The matter, still relied on his mother's status as prime minister and the eldest brother's respect for the imperial husband.

The atmosphere stagnated for a while. Taking advantage of this stall, I quickly swept through the entire banquet-except for those old foxes who were extremely deep in the city, they could not discern the clues on their faces, and the rest were basically divided into two types: There are those who look angry and righteous, and there are those who have nothing to do with their own leisurely watching the theater; but before that, those who sang the double reeds intentionally or unintentionally looked in my direction... to be precise, they looked at my side and looked happy. The unpredictable Kuang Xiqing.

I probably guessed something, I am afraid that these two people are her loyal subordinates-as to whether they made up and acted the play by themselves or by others' instructions, I don't want to think about it.

“It’s a pity to have wine but no food, but it’s a pity to have wine but no pleasure.” At this time, another young woman broke the invisible embarrassment with a wine cup. “For this palace banquet, the Weissier specially invited The most famous song and dance troupe in Guanlan City came to cheer up, and I hope your Majesty will allow it."

"Aiqing has a heart." Kuang Xiqing nodded slightly, and glanced at the person approvingly. This made me couldn't help but look at the other person again-ordinary appearance, nothing outstanding, and there is no such thing in Kuang Xihan's memory. The existence of person number one; in fact, not only this person, but there are more than half of his life faces on the table, which I have never remembered in Kuang Xihan's memory.

It stands to reason that, in addition to the highest-ranking ministers, those who are eligible to attend are their heirs who have the right to inherit, and those daughters of a family who are related to the royal family. However, what I saw at the table was not in this list, and more like it. It is the poor lady that Kuang Xiqing has promoted in recent years.

In other words, most of the people who came to participate in this palace banquet were Kuang Xiqing's people...So, what's the inside story behind this palace banquet that was honoring me in name?

There are always two voices intertwined in my heart. One is trying to protect Kuang Xiqing, and I have no doubt that the emperor is sincere to Kuang Xihan; the other calmly and rationally analyzes all kinds of doubts, listing hypotheses and guesses, and every word points to the point. I don't know which side to listen to.

Annoyed, he picked up the thumb-sized wine glass in front of him and took a sip.

The mouth of this wine is soft and has a long aftertaste, but it is not as spicy as I expected. I licked my lips. I drank the remaining wine in the glass, but I did not intend to drink it again-Kwong Xihan's papery body can Can't stand my gluttony.

I lowered my head back to the wine glass, there were more dishes in the bowl; looking sideways, Kuang Xiqing commanded the female officer to take the wine out of the table. Seeing me looking at her, she couldn't help showing a helpless and indulgent smile—drinking alcohol. With thin cheeks glowing underneath, the rice was as tender as a peach blossom in March; I hurriedly looked away and silently picked up the dishes in the bowl and ate it.

The chef’s craftsmanship is very good, but I don’t know if it’s because of my heart, I always feel a bit of astringency on the tip of my tongue.

After a while, the fun-enhancing orchestra filed in, all slim young men, blue silk waist-length, veiled face, dressed in aqua blue dance skirts, and draped in a smoky light gauze. The dark pattern of the dance skirt is looming in the walking, it is really beautiful.

With the sound of music, after the glide of Ding Dong's joyful chime, a clear and melodious flute sound was brought out, and the dancers were seen gently twisting their hips, throwing off their long sleeves, and dancing with the flute, a water-blue color. The gauze sleeves echoed each other, like soft waves rippling one after another, which made people dazzled and blurred.

I shook my dizzy head. I don't know if this body is too bad, and I only got a glass of wine; or the eyes thrown by the dancers were too hot, which shocked my deep-rooted gender concept... I can't stand the man's winks.

I patted my hot cheeks, and I asked Kwong Xiqing in a low voice, "It's so boring here, can I go out to get some air?"

She glanced at me worriedly, the fingers in her sleeves moved slightly, but they didn't touch my forehead and cheeks as I thought--probably in the presence of so many powerful and powerful ministers, to be concerned about the so-called majesty of the emperor-- Just nodded slightly: "Go, don't take too long."

This scene reminded me inadvertently of attending a banquet with my father when I was a child, and secretly begging the old lady to slip out to have fun during the adults’ social gatherings--different time and space, different people, that is my state of mind, and it's completely different.

Ignoring the different expressions on the faces of everyone in attendance, I followed Kuang Xiqing's personal female official, Wu Yao, out of the side door of the banquet hall.

Leaving the depressive environment, it was a lot easier, and even the dizziness was mostly eliminated. I simply walked a few steps outside, hoping to sober up.

"His Royal Highness walks slowly, the slave and maid have to go back to serve the master, so I won't follow you." I waved my hand and signaled Wu Yao to leave.

The attendants on both sides stayed quietly, and when they saw me passing by, they hurriedly bowed and bowed, one by one, their heads were lowered so that their chins could touch their chests, as if seeing my face means a catastrophe.

With a silent sigh, I skipped the servants who were short in turn, and walked slowly along the corridor outside the banquet hall.

The morning light is approaching the end of the unity period, the sun is approaching dusk, and the sky is covered with a layer of red clouds, reflecting on the invisible palace wall, as if splashed with blood on the whole face, silently weeping for the love and resentment buried in the long river of years... After shaking my head, I couldn't help laughing at myself, as if I was infected by this environment, I became sentimental inexplicably.

At this moment, a burst of laughter and noise came from not far in front, sometimes mixed with a low sob... Curiosity arose, I lightly stepped, and quietly walked towards the arch of the sound source.

Behind the tree branches, I poked my head and looked carefully-it was a few young palace attendants, one of whom was sitting down on the ground with some dust on his clothes, and there was a dish of overturned pastries on hand. , His eyes were red like a little rabbit; the other three surrounded him and looked down at him condescendingly, with undisguised mockery on their faces—it's not difficult to guess the cause and effect of this play.

Innocent young people, sometimes carefree angels, sometimes become demons in disguise; they will support the fallen old man tightly, and smile and break the wings of the chicks; the most kind , But also the most cruel.

In Dawu, where the ranks are high, a palace attendant who overturned the queen's cakes might end up, not much better than thoughts.

With a light cough, I walked out from behind the arch, looked at a group of frightened teenagers blankly, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you...what are you doing?"

The eldest among the three hurriedly knelt down, and at the same time cleverly pulled the two companions who were still standing beside him in a daze, and respectfully bowed a great gift: "I have seen His Royal Highness Ling! His Royal Highness Wanfujin Ann~"

I looked down at the extremely conspicuous golden phoenix wings pattern on the front of my robe-it seems to be a royal pattern-no wonder he recognized my identity at a glance; lifted my clothes and squatted in front of a few people, I seemed to be back to those On the day when he was admonishing the students who were going to go to school, the tone became serious involuntarily: "You haven't answered the question just now."

"His Royal Highness, it was he who knocked over the snack to be sent to the table, and the servant is teaching him..." He replied without thinking.

"Is that so?" I turned my face to look at the young man who bowed his head and said nothing. Maybe he just raised his head to look at me, his round eyes were like scary little animals, with panic and dodge; I found him His pupils are pale, and the waves of his eyes are like a piece of amber that has lasted for years-this reminds me inadvertently of another person who also has similar eyes... Jiang Zhuo.

The difference is that only in a certain light, her eyes will condense into a flash of amber; while the boy in front of her is born with such rare and beautiful eyes.

"It's all the fault of this Rouran barbarian!" The youngest and most uncomfortable among the trio, the boldest replied, and then he was twisted as a warning by his companion, grinning, but he didn't dare to say anything. It made me amused-in any case, it was just a bunch of children.

"Okay, this king doesn't want to hold anyone responsible, let's go down." I lost interest when I asked, patted the clothes, stood up from the same place, got up very hard for a while, and my eyes suddenly went dark. It took a few breaths before it was relieved.

When he opened his eyes again, the three palace attendants had already slipped away consciously, but the boy who had been bullied before was still sitting stubbornly on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Why don't you leave?" I rubbed my temples, barely interested, "Don't you...are you afraid of this king?"

——Or was he so calm because he didn't know Kuang Xihan at all and had never heard of her "brilliant deeds"?

"His Majesty Bing, Bing, the slave's feet are crippled, and he can't get up..." His answer was accompanied by a hint of crying, but I couldn't help but laugh with a "pouch".

"...So that's it." Don't let my smile be too open, I asked again, "Little guy, what's your name?"

"His Majesty, the servant's name calls Zizheng, Taozi's son, Guzheng's Zheng." He whispered back, and at the same time looked up at me timidly, like strange and embarrassed.

"Zizheng, it sounds nice... Give me your hand, and I will pull you up." Passing the hand to him, I habitually told, "Be careful in the future, don't conflict with other students, step back and take a step back. What can't get through..."

His stunned expression made my continued chattering abruptly to a halt, and the outstretched hand was retracted in a hesitant manner-how could I forget that my current identity is the unsmiling Royal Highness Kuang Xihan, not Easy-going and kind political teacher Jianxin.

"Ahem, what the king meant...Anyway, you are doing it for yourself." I awkwardly turned my back and pretended to be nonchalant, "You tell the manager that the king took away the overturned cake. He won't blame you if he wants to come."

I didn't wait for his answer, I stopped staying, passed through the arch and left in a hurry-maybe my strange behavior frightened the boy?

......In the future, don't worry about it anymore.

After checking the time, it has been a while since I left the meeting, and it was time to go back.

Turning past the arch, there was a bifurcation in front of me. I was about to turn, but two people suddenly appeared on the other side—if it wasn’t for me to walk fast, I’m afraid that I would not be able to close, so I would collide with each other—— I really want to hit the porcelain, not to mention how the other party is, I am afraid that Kuang Xihan's physique is too much to bear.

The subconscious apology was reluctantly suppressed by me, standing with my hand in place, raising an eyebrow at the other side indifferently, waiting for him to apologize, and then hurriedly leave. Anyway, Kwong Xihan is notorious, and I don't expect to get a good face.

And this kind of arrogant attitude is her most normal reaction.

However, what I didn't expect was that I still underestimated the degree of Kuang Xihan's unpopularity, or overestimated my tolerance limit; this also made me just calm down and fell to the bottom again when I was unprepared.