Heartburn

Just look at me, let me look at you, you gave me a chopsticks dish, I put a spoonful of soup crookedly for you after lunch, unknowingly ate it.

After touching my chubby belly, I felt a little sleepy again.

She said to Kwong Ximin to go to rest, but she didn't seem to hear the usual coaxing me to sleep, while babbling that she was going to the street outside to buy things that we needed on the road. It was not too sleepy, so I didn’t. When she raised the issue of accommodation allocation, she watched her go out the door-wait for her to come back, and then ask the guard to open a room.

In the evening, Kuang Xidong returned with the guards who had brought him to fight. He bought a lot of things in large and small bags, and only gave me a glance and threw it into the carriage to teach the small servant to take care of it.

There were more nonchalant gossips, and the sky darkened, and it was time for dinner.

After a few hours of rest, I felt that my energy and energy were slowing down. I had the intention to go out and have a look, and then went out of the bedroom with Kuang Xidong. The shop invited us very intimately to the private room on the second floor, where appetizers and dim sum were already prepared.

Only then did I know that our party had passed Mo Lin long ago and reached the boundary of Siyang City.

The inn where I currently live is divided into two floors. The second floor is designed as a square corridor, separated by a dozen private rooms, half of which is facing the street and half of the water, which can enjoy the scenery and the transportation is quite convenient. No wonder Almost the guests come like a cloud, and they are in an endless stream. And the most pleasant part of this inn is not only because of its location, but also the square countertop in the middle of the lobby on this floor.

The stage is only three feet high and not too big. It is worthy of a dozen people. Ordinary songs, dances and operas can't be performed by themselves, but a storytelling stand with blowing, playing and singing is more than enough.

I grabbed a few peanuts in my hand and slowly peeled the shells. I waited for the store to find the family to come and see the stalls, opened the window against the inner hall, leaned against the window, and looked from top to bottom. , Zheng can see the table below clearly, and the sound can't be heard at all.

It was also a coincidence that when I opened the window, a middle-aged woman wearing a linen robe, Shi Shiran, stepped onto the stage, cleared her throat slightly, and stopped because of the noisy voices in the audience-this woman With a slight smile, he raised his hand to caress the quiet hardwood boundary on the low table on the stage. He was obviously a storyteller who made a living with a three-inch tongue.

These diners must have been familiar with this scene, and quietly fell silent, just waiting for her to speak.

I don't know if she is talking about the weirdness of folklore or the legendary stories circulating in the market, I was listening curiously, but the door of the elegant room was tapped a few times. It was the shop who came with my family.

I put down the window, sat back in my seat, and nodded to the elderly woman who had saluted me first, knowing that she was the mother of the shop, the head of the family, and the treasurer of the inn, and I heard her say that she was like a shop. I’m so grateful for Dade’s words, although I don’t have any impression in my mind, it’s not too arrogant and rude, so I just smiled, and let Kuang Xiyun say a word for me--the childishness who looked around, but was followed by several people Tong was attracted.

The girl was only the age of the head, with a clever double-headed bun, looking straight at me with watery eyes, and with eager anticipation, she taught me to think of the same young guy in the palace unexpectedly— -Yuxue's cute little fairy boy, but a shy temper, not as lively as the one in front of her. If it hadn't been for the man beside her who had been holding her back without a trace, he might have rushed forward.

A move in my heart, I couldn't help beckoning to her.

The little guy immediately broke away from the confinement of the adult next to him, and the swallow plunged into the forest like a forest, and ran straight into my arms-I just wanted to call her closer to talk, but she was so passionate and taught me. I couldn't refuse, smiled helplessly, and glanced at the panic-stricken man who was about to step forward to pull her away, watched him return to the original position, and then carefully picked her up and let her sit on mine. On the lap, a small snack was fed to her. Seeing her eyes that were crescent-shaped with joy while holding food, her heart became soft.

The little guy chewed a few times and swallowed the pastry. Instead of chasing me for any more requests, he turned sideways and touched my neck affectionately, with a soft voice and a child’s clear voice: "beautiful Sister, Liuer misses you so much!"

——Children have always been oblivious to sex, and I was only one-sided with her, but I never thought that she would remember me to this day.

I turned my legs upside down and made her "chuckled". Then I lit the tip of the little guy's nose and asked with interest: "Why does Liuer miss my sister?"

"Because, because my sister gave Liuer delicious food and was gentle with Liuer. Moreover, the elder sister smelled better than her dad. My sister looks really good-looking, even better than my brother!" Seeing me ask her, Xiao The guy's eyes were bright, and he said the reason without hesitation, as if he had thought about this over and over several times before.

——This little mouth is as sweet as wiping honey.

As soon as she said this, everyone including Kuang Xidong, who was doing Tai Chi with the shopkeeper, turned their heads and looked at us in unison, not to mention their surprised or worried expressions, but the latter had no deep meaning. The raised eyebrows taught me that I was so embarrassed that I wanted to dig a hole to hide myself.

Although I was embarrassed, I had to pretend to be calm, and feed the little guy a lot of food without changing my face. No one dislikes sweet words of praise, not to mention the innocence of children, and the words must come from the sincerity, which is especially valuable. Even though I am self-satisfied, I can't help being ecstatic.

A group of people waited and sat for a long time. When the dishes were ready and almost the entire round table was filled, the shopkeeper, who didn’t know what he was talking about, gave a wink at his family. The young man gave me a wink. He took Liu'er who was still a little reluctant in his arms, and everyone respectfully saluted me, then left, and did not plan to have a banquet with us.

The little guy took my clothes and refused to let go. When I promised to see her in the future, he was taken away reluctantly by the adult. Watching her gradually disappear around the corner, the door of the room was closed by the guards, and my mood suddenly fell. I don’t know if I remembered the little guy who was stuck in the palace for a long time and I didn’t see it for a long time, or I was feeling far away indefinitely. .

I don't know, so I have to apologize in my heart, hoping that one day, this promise can be fulfilled.

"What's the matter, reluctant? Do you like children so much?" the person who had been drinking thin wine in silence suddenly asked.

I glanced at her, with my palm subconsciously resting on my lower abdomen, my gaze was a little erratic, and I met her eyes, before I waited to answer, I saw Kuang Ximing's originally slightly teasing eyes changed suddenly, the smile collapsed, and he swiped very quickly. After a touch of pain and embarrassment, if I hadn't been staring into her eyes, I was afraid it would be difficult to capture this fleeting subtle change.

"Yes, it's my fault," she drank the remaining wine in her glass and smiled bitterly. "You should blame me... it's my fault."

I opened my mouth, wanting to explain, but I felt unable to explain--she must have thought that I was thinking of Wei Shu's poisoning on me, but in fact, I can't tell what I thought just now, as if it was only in my heart. I haven't thought about the deep-guided action in my mind... But it was because it was an unthought-out action, and it could better represent my subconscious thoughts.

Perhaps, even I didn’t notice it myself, and I didn’t want to admit it: In fact, deep down in my heart, it was more or less grievances, but I was taught to bury it deeply in the past, but when I was caught off guard, The child burst out.

And am I complaining about Wei Shu, or is she the real root cause?

When he was perplexed, he heard Jiefang's shock, and the storyteller turned around and talked about current events.

I got up and walked to the window. I couldn't bear to see her sullenly drinking silently. I had to pretend to be interested in the storytelling, deliberately avoiding the stagnant atmosphere at this moment.

However, the storyteller sighed heavily and said: "...The family of the emperor who had been deeply enlightened by Long En, who had only been the master for three days, suffered a catastrophe. Patriarch Fu was old and weak, and overworked and suffered from old illnesses. Suddenly returned to the west, and the heir daughter was overwhelmed and was affected and fell ill. Today, she is so embarrassed that she will pay tribute to the emperor in January, and she will also follow the posthumous "Wen De" and enjoy the grief and honor. It's only in the Fu family. In other words, I’m afraid it’s better not to sorrow this sorrow! Hey! The red matter has not stopped, but also welcomes the futile, wailing sorrow, do you not hear the misfortune and the blessing, the blessing and the misfortune, this world thing, I can really teach people to sigh. !"

The whispering comments of the people in the audience are already in my ears, and from the shook and jealous comments of the storyteller, there is only one thought left in my mind buzzing: Emperor Jun Chong, Wang Fu’s Mother, the minister who has always been highly valued by the emperor, died.

I remember that when I went to hire her, she was still inscrutable, and she didn't see her old age, she didn't look like a sick person at all.

Why did it die well?

I can't help but wonder if what the storyteller said is true.

Just looking at the looks of other diners, it seems that I have known this a long time ago, and I don't think differently. I can't help but believe this situation.

The so-called red matter has not stopped, it means that Wei Shu just walked in...Wait, Wei Shu?

I couldn't help but think of the look of the man who was proficient in the art of divergence-Yan Ruo Li, but he had frosty eyes, or maybe his eyes were aimed at me alone.

Did the people of the Fu family know that the bridegroom they welcomed was not only a skilled healer, but also a good poisoner?

And is Fu Yunchong's death directly related to Wei Shu?

What makes me more disturbed is that Fu Yunchong's death was too sudden, and the emperor's will to stop Jane was too coincidental, it was simply...

I turned my head calmly, wanting to see Kuang Ximing’s face, but she was staring at me intently, and when I turned my head, I faced her gaze, there was no way to hide, to avoid nothing. Avoidable—she must have seen the surprise and hesitation in my eyes, just as I have also seen the clarity and injury in her eyes.

...It's like a long deliberate conspiracy.

She looked at each other for a while, but she couldn't bear it. She turned her eyes lightly, and raised her hand again, and a full glass of wine entered her throat; my heart sank faintly.

There was a sudden silence in the private room, and the warmth and sweetness before it had long since disappeared.