Heartburn

"His Royal Highness!" The man ran in front of me in threes or twos, his eyes were reddish, and he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, which really taught me a little embarrassment. Although I already know that the other party is Fu Ruozhen, my righteous Wangfu, but for me now, he is more like a stranger who has never known his partner, but he does not have the impression of being familiar. Speaking of which, since my amnesia, the only person who is the most familiar and dearest is Kuang Xidong.

It stands to reason that Wang Fu should be my closest person.

Controlling my desire to look back for Kuang Xidong, I stretched out my hand and staggered a bit, looking like the husband who was about to fall into my arms, he couldn't help but withdraw it the moment my fingertips touched him. Hand-I was surprised to feel that he and I both paused at the same time.

I didn't expect that I would react so much, as if I couldn't bear the other person's touch... But I obviously saw Wang Fu's appearance for the first time since I amnesia, and I didn't feel bad about him either. How could this be so?

Seeing the obvious injury and loneliness in Wang Fu’s eyes, I was a little guilty, but I couldn’t stretch my hand abruptly. I could only remedy it in another way. The dropped hand turned a corner and patted his elbow lightly: "Yeah. ...Sorry."

I just wanted to speak, but I didn't know how to call the other party before, so I had to covertly skip this.

——I suddenly realized: Is Wang Fu aware of my amnesia?

If he knows it, it's fine. If he doesn't know, can I tell him?

What interests are involved behind this, I can't analyze it thoroughly for a while. It seems that I still have to wait for some time to work with Kuang Ximing.

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but stunned again: Without thinking, I seemed to assign Kuang Ximing to the party that could be negotiated and trusted, and even depended on her inexplicably. However, according to various clues, it was inferred that her relationship with me. However, it is confusing, far from being able to explain clearly in a few words, nor can it be summed up by a single right and wrong love and hate... At least, it is not only as simple as half-sisters.

I thought that because of the county lord of Guang'an, I should have been on guard against her, but on the contrary, I just wanted to trust her for no reason, want to rely on her, and even... want to get close to her.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong, unreasonable, just want to do it.

I understand that when everything is unclear, I can't let myself go on like this, but every time I touch her eyes with complicated emotions, I can't help but feel soft-I don't know how I treated her before the amnesia. Can you be tough, but now I can't resist at all.

Probably, the only way is to avoid these eyes that teach me helplessness as much as possible.

"Thank you for your concern, your slave is fine." Withdrawing my reverie about Kuang Ximing, I saw that the prince blessed me, smiled at me, and his eyes were depressive sadness, "His Majesty has been struggling all the way, and the slave has ordered his servants to prepare. When the hot water is ready, please wash your Highness and rest."

"You have a heart." I sighed, and I was about to give him a few more words of comfort, and suddenly felt like a needle on my back, and stuck my unexpressed words in my throat-frowning on the side. Looking at it, Kuang Xidong, who had always used himself as a setting to hide his breath, was staring at me faintly.

To be precise, it was staring at my right hand faintly-the one that held the elbow of the king's husband just now.

This expression is not so good...

As I watched, Wang Fu also took a look at it. His sudden change of expression made me feel a little stunned and had a bad premonition - Wang Fu must have recognized Kuang Ximing as the emperor, and suddenly found Ben The Nine-Five Supreme, who should be in charge of the world in Guanlan, the imperial capital, appeared in a small city thousands of miles away, even more condescendingly dressed as a guard... The reason for this has to be interesting.

Fortunately, Wang Fu was facing me and his back to the rest of the people. The shock disappeared, and he quickly calmed down, pretending to be nothing, and taught me to secretly relieved—the light from the corner of my eye saw Kuang Xidong tight. The fingers on the hilt of the sword did not relax at all, and he lifted it up with just a breath of relief.

She showed something to teach others to see through her identity, and she continued to anger her husband. I quickly interrupted the weird look at each other: "Well, this king is a little tired."

"His Royal Highness, please go here." Looking down calmly, Wang Fu saluted again, but the direction seemed to be facing Kuang Xidong beside me, then turned around and led the way freely, while the rest of the Fu family was Waiting in place, I didn't dare to come forward-I secretly thought: I'm afraid not only because I didn't get the order of the attendant, but also because I was afraid of me, the moody Ling Wang.

Wang Fu took the lead at his own discretion, did not look back, did not speak, but faithfully performed his duty of leading the way. Perhaps he was also shocked by the condensed breath exuding from the inside out by Kuang Xidong and did not dare to make a mistake.

I curled my mouth helplessly. I looked around and found that only the three of us were walking on a quiet path. I caught a glimpse of Kuang Xidong’s ice sculpture. With a heart move, I quietly approached her for half a step, pretending to stretch out my hand inadvertently. Go, I want to pull her left hand hanging on her side, to attract her attention, so as to whisper.

Just when I touched the cool fingertips, I felt a pain in the back of my hand, and there was a crisp "pop", and she was actually patted by her with care and no seriousness.

I silently held the right hand that was beaten back, and glared at it both unwillingly and aggrievedly, but the other party owed even a look.

baffling! Unreasonable! It's just, it's just bullying!

After this, I stopped talking to her and made up my mind: I would never take the initiative to respond unless she apologized.

Thinking of this, the pace could not help speeding up a bit.

But after a while, she felt that she was behind me a few positions, as if she had also acquiesced to sing with me and play the front line, but she refused to bow her head first-I gritted my teeth and felt annoyed and angrily in my heart. But I couldn't help but reflect on whether I was too self-willed and ignorant, like a girl.

After thinking about it, I slowed down and waited for her. I was thinking about how to break the stiffness. I felt that her heel turned and came to my left side. The sword holding hand also changed to the left side, and my head tilted because of unknown reasons. When looking at her, suddenly I took my left hand with my free right hand.

Different from the right hand that usually holds the sword, the fingers of the left hand are slender and soft, the ice muscles are boneless, and the coolness is like jade. The touch is so good that people are reluctant to let go. Let it go, don't care about the discord with her just now-it's just that I still care a little bit in my heart, and I must find time to ask her carefully: What is the reason for this closeness?

Why did you give up your left hand, but then grab your right hand and don't want to let it go?

This thought, but I didn’t remember it until I entered the wing of the backyard. Fortunately, I still left half my mind on Wang Fu. Before he turned around, he withdrew his hand-another mouthful from the bottom of my heart. Kwong Hee-min, who held his face serious and acted as a escort: pretending to be someone else who held my hand and refused to let it go!

...Rascal.

With a place to rest, I sent away the servants sent by the husband, and I took a hot bath happily.

Kwong Ximin said that something went out-until I had eaten dinner and after-dinner refreshments, and couldn't help but get up and look for her, he came back slowly; those who came back with her, and that we had taken a step ahead of us two days ago Two guards set off to Zechang.

I asked her where she had gone, but didn't say anything. After the meal was used and the mouth was rinsed, and the lights were lit on all four corners of the room, she mysteriously took out a small red sandalwood box from her arms. Push it to my eyes.

"...For me?" When I looked at her in surprise, I lowered my head as if drinking tea, but the roots of my ears were stained with a thin layer of rice. It was really beautiful and instructive. The novelty is endless.

Carefully opened the box, it was covered with dark red velvet silk cloth, and a silver-white ring lay quietly in the middle-judging from the color and the hardness of the tentacles, it did not look like pure silver. I picked it up and took a closer look. I saw that the surface of the ring was only pierced with some delicate tangling patterns. It was simple and elegant. For some reason, I felt a bit familiar, so I subconsciously reached for the inside of the ring and touched it. When I reached a small scratch, I turned around by the light, but it was a strange figure with a few sharp corners.

"What is this?" I asked her.

She glanced at me deeply, lifted her lips and smiled: "This is a fire."

"A ball of fire? What do you mean?" Since it belongs to me, what is the meaning of engraving a ball of fire in it? Bless me not to fear the raging fire? It's a bit far-fetched.

But when I asked more, she refused to explain more, she just took my hand and gently put my left hand ring finger, her expression focused, as if she was doing something extremely serious: "This is We... a token of sisterhood, you can’t lose it once you wear it, do you remember?"

The touch between his fingers was cold, but it seemed to heat up from there, like a fire at that moment alive, burning to the bottom of my heart fiercely.

"...A token?" I noticed that she also had such a similar ring on her hand, which seemed to have been worn only these few days, and I couldn't help but ask in confusion.

She said that there was only one of these two rings, which was originally given to her by me. And the notch in the ring was specially made by me in the past-I suddenly understood a little bit. Perhaps it was because she could not guess what I wanted to express in the past, so she also used this method in return. , One come and two go, it can be considered even.

——Really naive and cute.

However, looking at the rings we were wearing, I always felt a little weird.

The friendship of sisters...?

I looked at her, and she looked at me too, trying to say something, but he wanted to say nothing.

When he was speechless, Wang Fu walked in with a group of servants.

"His Royal Highness, it's getting late, and the slave will serve you to bed." Seeing this posture, it seems to be a room with me.

Somehow, I felt guilty in my heart, and immediately turned my head to look at Kuang Xidong-as expected, where is the slightest tenderness of this person who is expressionless and full of coldness and silence?

I didn't open my eyes and rubbed the pattern on the surface of the ring unconsciously. I only felt that the fiery heat suddenly faded away, and a bit of bone-to-sweet coolness oozes out for no reason.