Heartburn

People have their own duties.

Hearing the news of Fu Junchong's death, it is my duty as the wife of me to come to visit the husband; and it is my duty to live with the husband and continue to descendants.

The so-called duty is never a consideration of personal will-not whether I want it or not, but whether I can or shouldn't it.

It's normal for my husband to serve me to bed.

Kwong Ximing will not understand this truth.

I looked at her, and she was looking down at me, standing still on the spot, as if her legs had taken root, and she didn't mean to withdraw. Fu Ruozhen had clearly recognized Kuang Xidong, but she was beyond my expectation. Courage confronted her, and greeted those eyes with frost hidden unrelentingly, teaching people could not help but squeeze a cold sweat for him-although Kuang Ximing deliberately dressed as a guard, it does not mean that she can really tolerate others Treat her as a guard! When she returned to Guanlan City, how could she let go of her disrespectful husband?

I can't help but be the villain.

Rubbing the coldness between my fingers, I stepped sideways between the two of them, smiled at Wang Fu, and winked at Kuang Ximin: "It's not early, it's time to rest... Jiang Wei, you have worked hard all the way. Go back and rest."

She raised her eyebrows, and looked at me steadily, her clear and eye-catching eyes suddenly darkened, as if she did not expect that I would have chosen Wang Fu—I was taken aback by her questioning eyes, and again It is puzzled and helpless: Wang Fu and I are just right partners. Even if we collapse together and sleep together, it is natural. She seems to be accusing a heartbreaker in her eyes. It's really...

I was funny in my heart, but I just looked back at her persistently, and she finally compromised, only bowed her hands perfunctorily and then turned and strode out of the room. She was too lazy to maintain even the basic disguise, showing her emotional ups and downs. Great.

I seemed to touch something faintly, but I didn't want to think about it. Withdraw my gaze, I saw Wang Fu stepped back from the other servants with washing utensils, and Fu Yili stepped forward to undress for me.

I couldn’t help but want to retreat, but I quickly forced myself to freeze, took a deep breath, and silently let the Wang husband move gently to untie my coat, put down my hair, and took the hot towel he handed over. Wiped his face.

When I passed the towel, I accidentally touched his fingertips. I only felt that he trembles slightly. I raised my head shyly and looked over. My reaction was unexpected. It was like being stung by a poisonous insect. He took his hand, leaned back, staggered, and almost tripped over by himself.

The astonishment and embarrassment on his face taught me a lot of guilt, but I had to admit one thing-I couldn't stand the touch of the other person, nothing at all. This is a feeling hidden deep in my heart, not under the control of my brain, and even an instinctive retreat.

He quickly recovered and didn't say much. He just avoided contact with me as carefully as possible. He quickly served me after washing and changing into bed clothes.

Seeing him consciously walk to a couch lying in the corner, my heart softened, and I blurted out, "You sleep in it." As soon as I said it, I felt regret, but it was not easy to change my mind.

——Forget it, let's make a living like this for a night. Fortunately, there are two quilts, so there is no need for more embarrassment. It is good that the well water does not interfere with the river.

He had a meal, then obediently nested into the bed and pressed himself to the corner of the wall, stiffly like a wooden sculpture.

I sighed softly, and lay flat in the outer room with more than two positions separated from him. After thinking about it, I whispered and persuaded: "You don't need to be too nervous. This king is your wife, not eating. Human monster, you... sleep more loosely."

Although it was to persuade him not to be too restrained, after all, he was relieved for the long distance between him and me—it was always good to not have to contact him.

Only when I closed my eyes and brewed sleepiness, I suddenly noticed the slight movement on his side, and turned his head to look vigilantly, and saw that he turned slightly to the side, looked at me with the corner of his mouth, and then said softly: " Your Highness, I don’t know how happy the slave is."

"...Go to sleep." I felt a little guilty in my heart, and in the end I couldn't tell him to come closer, so I could only smile back dryly, and then force myself to close my eyes and fall asleep-but I also understand. This will be a sleepless night again.

In the middle of the night, his thirsty was tight. After listening, Wang Fu's breathing was soft and long. He was already asleep. As long as he wasn't too moving, he wouldn't wake him up if he thought about it. So he sat up lightly, flicked his shoes and drank a glass of water by the table, moisturizing his lips with a sip.

He couldn't sleep either, so he tightened the shirt he was wearing, and gently opened the door, intending to take a look at the backyard of Fu Mansion by the moonlight. Unexpectedly, I just opened half of the door, and there was a familiar figure in my eyes. I just regarded it as dazzling, and pushed the door wider. I finally saw the figure clearly and confirmed that it was not day and night. Conceived dreams.

She didn't restrain her footsteps, knowing that she was always vigilant, and she must have discovered it when I pushed the door, so there is no need to hide it. Wandering behind that person, seeing that she was still holding her hands and looking at the sky in silence, she didn't intend to speak, so she actively lowered her throat and asked, "I'm not sleeping so late, what are you doing here? With so many guards, where do you need you? Pretending to be?"

Obviously, because of that thin and lonely back, I suddenly felt distressed, but the words spoken unconsciously brought a bit of blame.

"I'm not pretending," she turned around and looked at me deeply, because her back was facing the moonlight, and she couldn't see the look on her face. She only felt that the deep eyes were astonishingly bright, like two The scorching gems gleamed brightly, and the person's cheeks were hot, and the heart was pulsating, "I said, here, I am your guard-Jiang Zhuo. It is Jiang Zhuo's duty to watch for your Highness at night."

"This king doesn't need your self-righteous duty," I don't know where the anger comes from. It seems to be angry that she doesn't care about her body and insists on staying up all night, or maybe it's just embarrassed and anxious by her hot and straight eyes. To end the topic, "Go to sleep."

"It's your Royal Highness's duty to live with your husband, so it's Jiang Zhuo's duty to watch the night for His Royal Highness-since your Royal Highness abides by his duty, why bother to deprive your subordinates of their duty?" She insisted on welcoming her. Following my gaze, I retorted slowly, but I seemed to hear something unusual.

She specifically mentioned the king's husband, for fear that it meant something.

"Strong words." I really want to argue with her. I don't know how much time is spent in vain. Regarding the advantage of turning black and white, I am definitely not her opponent-this point, don't need to remind, I also know it well.

Since she didn’t listen to persuasion, I didn’t mean to say it any more. I just turned around and went back to the room for two steps, but I didn’t hear any movement, nor did I have any words to keep-I hate in my heart, but I still don’t know Unknowingly, he stopped and turned to look at her.

Under the moonlight, the person who was originally indifferent was not as indifferent as she had shown before. He leaned forward and his heels were off the ground, as if he was about to come up next moment. Seeing me turning around, my movements became stagnant and silent. But his eyes are suddenly bright and vivid.

"My king and my husband, I didn't do anything." Somehow, I lowered my head and took a deep breath, then raised my head, and explained it in a mysterious way-it clearly has nothing to do with her, isn't it?

But looking at her eyes suddenly lit up, I felt that it was not important to explain it or not.

Stay in peace all night, and go to the front yard early the next day to accompany Wang Fu.

Since it is a daughter-in-law, just follow the uniform of the hemp and wrap it around the left arm with a fine cooked linen cloth. It is the lightest level of the five clothes, but you need to accompany you to stand in condolences. However, my physique is already weak, and I have always had inexplicable headaches recently, and my memory is always tortured. I didn't fall asleep all night, and only squinted for a while when dawn was approaching. I was soon called in mourning. I was in low spirits and was hungry. When I stood in the solemn and silent hall, almost all stars appeared in front of my eyes.

I was unable to support my soft legs, and when I was about to fall, I felt warm behind me. A pair of powerful arms firmly supported me, concealed my back waist, and breathed warmly close to me. He whispered in his ear: "The dignified prince, just being there is enough for the Fu family. Since you are unwell, you can rest on your own. Why bother to endure it... Fu Ruozhen doesn’t know the etiquette, that’s all. People will feel distressed."

Realizing that it was the breath I was familiar with, my body first consciously relaxed, leaning most of the weight in the arms of the person behind me, and listening to her intentionally complaining, I smiled and didn’t think much about it, taking advantage of the situation. Asked rhetorically: "Oh, some people...but it's you?"

"Yes," she didn't expect that she was neither astonishing and shy as expected, nor did he avoid the subject without hesitation, she agreed without retreating, staring at me with scorching eyes, gently and again. Repeated word by word, as if afraid that I would not believe it, "I will feel bad, so you have to take care of yourself."

When she stared at me unabashedly, I only felt that not only was my legs weakened and my strength was weak, but even my dizzy head was more confused, and I was almost unable to think, so I could only let her order a small waiter in a daze. Go and inform Fu Ruozhen, and then half embrace and embrace me back to the carriage that took me back to the backyard...

When he came back to his senses, it was already a half-hour after the carriage swayed.

I was cuddled in my arms, resting on her shoulders, and fed half a cup of refreshing herbal tea. Only then did I feel relieved, my mind became clearer, and I had time to sort out what had just happened.

Avoiding the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar cake that was handed to my mouth, I pushed away Kuang Ximing's face close at hand. I sighed and asked with a cold face, "When did I say that I would leave Fu Mansion? Don't you? Do you think you should explain it? Jiang, guard, guard."

I don’t know who said it so and sincerely. I don’t know whose guard is so self-assertive and reckless? If it were other honourable officials, I'm afraid they would have beaten this person out long ago, how could she be allowed to point fingers at the host's house over and over again?

It doesn’t just mean gesticulating hands and feet, but also moving hands and feet from time to time, and even talking...

The more I thought about it, the less angry I became. I stared at her pretendingly innocent at the moment, really outraged.

"His Royal Highness calm down." She put the pastry back on the plate indifferently and wiped her fingers with the silk, but she still kept the posture of embracing me, slowly, calmly and softly explained, but it seemed that I was the one who was there. Unreasonable to make trouble, "In everything, the body of your Royal Highness should be the first priority, and the other irrelevant, you don't need to think about it."

"How can Wang Fu be considered irrelevant?" After a pause, I looked at her face and said deliberately.

She had a faint expression, but the hands around my waist suddenly tightened, her eyes were deep, and she had no sultry charm, and taught me that she had no power to resist: "To me, what is the king's husband? It’s this world, and it’s not even as good as your Highness."

-Tuk.

I felt like a target in my heart, and her confession, which came from her hand, was like an arrow through the air, caught off guard and hit the red heart.