Heartburn

——The two people who almost collided with me were a pair of masters and servants. They were older and gentler. They wore some inconspicuous jewellery. They should be the masters; the teenager behind them was more simple and could only The delicate face was still childish, much more naive than the precocious and capable Xiao Cicada.

He patted his chest in fear, and then quickly supported his master and asked with concern. After the latter smiled and shook his head and said that he was all right, he took a step forward and pointed at me to say item, but he looked up. The moment I stared at me, it seemed like I was pinched on my neck, and I couldn't say a word; and the outstretched fingertips trembled unconsciously, as if they were shocked.

I frowned, and was about to speak, but the man who looked gentle and amiable suddenly broke out, pointed at me and hissed, "It's you demon again! What are you going to do! Is it because I was killed by you?" Isn't it miserable enough... Why! Why are you so vicious! Say it!"

"Master! Master, calm down! Don't get angry and hurt your body again!" I thought, if the attendant beside him hadn't pulled him tightly, he would have rushed to fight me desperately.

——What did Kwong Xihan do to teach her to hate her like this?

The look in his eyes actually seemed like he was about to eat his flesh and drink his blood, but he couldn't relieve his hatred.

"You return my child! My child... my poor child..." He couldn't get rid of the obstruction of the attendant, and then leaned on his shoulder emotionally and began to cry in sorrow. People can't bear it.

I froze in place at a loss, bit my lip, and tried to say something several times, but in the end I could only swallow my stomach-do you apologize? But I don't even know the whole story; just leave like this? It's too ruthless.

At the moment of a dilemma, the brigade of attendants rushed by his sudden cries, everyone gathered around the master and servant, and the leading attendant bowed to me and said with a trembling voice. : "His Royal Highness, you are frightened, the servant maid will take Shijun Wu to leave!"

——Wu Shijun?

So, this man is one of Kuang Xiqing's harem?

But how could he get involved with Kuang Xihan... The information revealed between the lines seems to be able to piece together an incredible story.

I was a little scared, but I was overcome by curiosity, and couldn't help but want to know the truth.

"Wait," I stopped the attendant who wished that the wings would fly away from me immediately, glanced at Wu Shijun who was immersed in grief, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with him?"

"Back to Your Highness, Shijun Wu had a miscarriage not long ago, and he was overworried and even emotionally unstable. Originally, the imperial doctor said that letting him out and walk around would help him recover, but he ran into his Highness. Please forgive him." Anxiously explained, and finally knelt down on the ground, waiting nervously for my hair, and other attendants immediately knelt on the ground "hullah" upon seeing this.

Without the shackles, the insane Wu Shijun wanted to rush up again, and the attendant kneeling beside him hurriedly stopped him, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

——I want to know, but not only these.

But looking at the response of this attendant, even if you know some of the causes and consequences, I am afraid I will not leak the news, so as not to invite the murderous disaster. If I rely on the prince to be a strong man, it is very likely that I will harm him... Since this is the case, it is still forget it.

He shook his head distractedly, and motioned to them to get up: "Nothing, this king is fine, you can take him back." After thinking about it, I added, "By the way, he didn't bump into this king, find someone The doctor will look for him and let him rest."

"Slaves obey orders." The leading waiter let out a long sigh, smiled and nodded, eagerly instructing people to take the pair of masters and servants away-seemingly afraid that I would change my mind and want to find fault.

Even though he was dragged and forced away, the man didn't forget to turn his head and stare at me, the resentment in his eyes taught me a chill from the soles of my feet.

A sense of powerlessness immediately struck my heart, and even the mood of being amused by the little attendant named Zizheng just now added a bit of weight.

Although I can't remember what happened, I can guess from the reactions of those people-this Wu Shijun's miscarriage should be inseparable from Kuang Xihan, no wonder the other party hated her to the bone.

The question is: Did Kwong Xihan intentionally cause the other party to have a miscarriage, or did it accidentally? If it is intentional, what is it for? What kind of conflict between a former prince and a servant of the harem would be worth her ruthless hand?

There was a cloud of shadow in my heart, doubts and guilt were intertwined, the stamina of the wine rushed up, and even the bitterness appeared in the throat.

The thought of turning back to the banquet hall suddenly extinguished. I planned to stay outside for a while, and then go back after clearing up my mood. As to whether Kuang Xiqing would send someone to find him, it was out of my consideration.

The sky is getting darker, the sunset glow is dyed purple by night, the moon has already revealed a half-clear outline, there is no one around, and no attendant can be seen, although it is lonely and empty, it is peaceful and comfortable.

The breeze that slowly blows away somehow dissipates the heavy haze in my heart, and it also makes me feel a little bit of wandering, unknowingly, I have gone far.

At the end of the promenade is a spacious garden, densely covered with rockery, intricately intricate, so interesting, I can't help but walk into it along the corridor.

I suddenly heard the rustle of grass rubbing in my ears. I turned back abruptly, but I saw Jiang Zhuo silently following me half a step behind me. His expression was calm and he didn't panic because I suddenly discovered her. Obviously, I made the movement deliberately so as to let it go. I know.

"Why are you here?" I took a deep breath, turned my head and touched the cold rockery to lower the temperature of my palm and calm the heartbeat that was suddenly unstable because of being alone with her.

——I don't know why, but I always lose my peace of mind in front of her, as if the more calm she is, the more panic she can show me.

It is clear that I am the prince dignified, and she is just a small guard, but I feel that whenever I am looked at by those quiet eyes, I feel like I am thrown down by a cold pool and trapped in the pool. I can’t move at the end; or, the sense of morality and responsibility have caused me to feel guilty for her once abused, so I’m just three points short—even if the creditor is Kwong Xihan, not me.

"The prince brought Jiang Zhuo to the banquet, isn't it to protect your safety?" She frowned in confusion, and asked quietly, "You have been away for too long."

"I, this king..." I shook my head, and didn't intend to explain more, "Forget it... this garden has a nice view, you can walk with this king.

Without waiting for her answer, I continued to walk towards the rockery. The bends and turns of the ground actually went deep; and the unhurried footsteps behind me made me more in this darker environment. A sense of security, not so scared that the idea of ​​going back to the house arises.

Walking out of the scene of a small cup of tea, my eyes suddenly open up, but it is another exit from the rockery group; my steps seem to be walking here involuntarily, as if there are some vague fragments in my memory, vaguely revealing that this was always Kuang Xihan. Where to come.

Just when I tried to ignore the pain that it might cause and tried to remember, in the small woods behind the rockery, the sound of Xisuo Suo's clothes was rubbing, as if someone was hurriedly walking towards this side-I kept it behind Jiang Zhuo, who was a step away, also stepped forward suddenly, guarding me behind him quite vigilantly.

"Who!" she cried out loudly.

The other party seemed to be startled, and accompanied by the crisp clatter of the ring, I saw the true face of this uninvited guest, but I was shocked-this face is a bit familiar.

The next life has a pair of glorious Danfeng eyes, the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, and they are more charming between smiles and smiles; fair complexion, bright red lips, and swaying colorfully while walking, like the strange fox described by Pu Songling, but As soon as he spoke, I realized that this beautiful and coquettish fox fairy was actually a man: "You enemy, you want to kill the slave!"

——Wait a minute, what is he talking about?

Is he talking to me?

Looking at Jiang Zhuo, who was expressionless but took a step back in silence, and the man with an eager face, I was a little confused.