Heartburn

"You..." It's not that there are no men in Kuang Xihan's memory. On the contrary, including Huang Fu Lu Xiuzhu who I met that day, countless clear or bright faces flashed in my mind. , But it was mostly a vague impression, as if those people were just passing by in front of her eyes, and they didn't leave her with a deep enough to remember.

Or perhaps, for Kwong Xihan, these passers-by are only passers-by after all, and there is no need to remember them—the most pictures I can think of are all related to Kuang Xiqing.

"Why, after only a few days I didn't recognize the slave? Could it be that I had a sickness and burned my brain?" He saw that I didn't reply, the humorous color on his face disappeared suddenly, and he suddenly leaned up. When I came, I reached out my hand and touched my face, a little worried amidst suspicion.

I quickly turned my face to avoid his hand, might as well he took advantage of the trend and grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me closer, the strength was so strong that I couldn't get rid of it.

——Aren’t the men in Dawu all weak and delicate? How come he is so powerful?

I stroked my chest, which was panting with excitement, and then sighed: Hey, it turned out that he was not born stronger than an ordinary woman, but Kuang Xihan's sickly body was too worthwhile.

My face became hot, and immediately stared at the man angrily, hoping to restrain him through Kuang Xihan's power, "Since I know this king, you should know that being rude to this king is a felony...you still don't let go?"

I never thought that this seductive man actually sneered, turned his face indifferently, and sighed in my ear leisurely: "Oh oh, this is the prince's score? Why, your highness. How to punish slaves? Should they be hung up and beaten, or burned with wax oil?"

"You! I, I..." He seemed to think that I was deliberately making fun of him. Instead of letting go of me, he leaned closer and closer. I could almost feel the body temperature passing through the clothes-which was suggestive The teasing made me feel nauseous and nauseous.

"Tsk tsk, why didn't your highness speak, did you think of any new tricks? The slave is so scared, this heart is about to jump out of my chest, don't believe you touch it~" He took my hand and forced it on his own. On the chest, I didn't care about my resistance.

"You, don't do this!" My scalp was numb, and my chest was stuffy. I have never resented Kuang Xihan for his weak body without the power to bind a chicken.

I couldn’t help but turn my head to ask Jiang Zhuo for help, but from the corner of my eye I saw that she was just standing on the side with her head down, and she didn’t mean to come up to fight for me. I wanted to know this man, and I was sure he would not treat me. What harm did it cause; it may also be that I am familiar with this man and don't need her intervention-too, how could she have expected that this core is no longer the deity of the mad and unruly Kuang Xihan?

However, if she does not take action, I am afraid it will be difficult to get out.

If the ministers attending the banquet discovered that I was pulling and pulling with the men in the harem, I don't know how many incidents would happen?

That's fine. In contrast, I am more worried about Kwong Xiqing's reaction-whether she finds an excuse to attack me as a prince, or hurts her face, is ashamed and angry, these are the results I don't want to see.

In a desperate situation, I didn't know where the strength came, and I threw away the man's hand, and sternly rebuked, "Presumptuous!"

He stayed for a moment, as if he was taken aback by my scolding, tears quickly congealed in his eyes, and he looked at me weepingly, as if I had committed an unforgivable sin against him-I have never seen it before. A man like him who came out of tears had never seen a man crying so calmly and sadly, and he was also dumbfounded for a while.

His tears were only in his eyes and did not flow out. The expression in his eyes changed, and suddenly a touch of resentment passed. I said that my heart was not good. Before I had time to retreat, the next moment he rushed up and splashed on me. Boxing, crying while beating: "Okay, Kwong Xihan, you started chaotically and finally abandoned! I, I beat you to death, you who have no conscience!"

My shoulders and arms were all affected. Under the pain, I was short of breath and couldn't lift up in a single breath. My eyes turned black and I almost fainted.

"His Royal Highness?" His crying suffocated, but the screams shook my eardrums, and the headache was unbearable; his hands and feet felt soft and could no longer support my body.

"Master, is there a serious problem?" When I was about to collapse, a pair of powerful hands behind me firmly supported my waist. After squinting, Jiang Zhuo frowned, his expression very serious.

I was about to answer, but the man gave her a hard push, then he brought me into his arms, and shouted in a sharp voice: "What do you do here, please go call the doctor! I didn't see the prince." Are you out of breath?"

"Xu Guijun, please respect yourself." Jiang Zhuo glanced at him coldly, "The prince is all because of you."

What else the man had to say was silent under her stern gaze.

Jiang Zhuo retracted his gaze, then approached me and said in a low voice, "The prince hold on, I'll come as soon as I go."

I reluctantly nodded, my chest felt like a big rock was pressed, and it was painful and unbearable, even speaking.

When she turned around, the man stopped her suddenly, and said in an uneasy voice: "Remember, go to the Imperial Doctor Liang from the Imperial Medical Bureau, and don't disturb others!"

The only person who answered him was Jiang Zhuo's back who quickly disappeared behind the rockery.

"You!" He gritted his teeth and stared in the direction Jiang Zhuo was leaving, but helpless.

"Cough cough..." My throat was itchy, and I coughed in a hurry, but I felt a little better by exhaling the stagnant breath, and I had the strength to speak, "You, you help me first stand up."

Although the grass is soft, it is still connected to the cold ground. Kuang Xihan's weak physique does not last for a long time, but now he can't get enough strength. I can only ask for help from the culprit beside me.

"The slave's Huaquan Palace is nearby, so why don't Your Highness go back with the slave for a cup of hot tea, slowly?" He said, struggling to hold on to me.

"Jiang Zhuo will not be able to see this king when he comes back." I have to admit that his proposal made me a little excited. After all, in my current state, it is not suitable for me to return to the banquet immediately. There is a place to rest. It's better than blowing a cold wind in this garden.

——It’s just that Jiang Zhuo is one reason; the other reason is that I’m afraid of this capricious man and don’t want to have anything to do with him again.

"This is easy to handle. Just leave a waiter here to wait." He turned his head and cried out in the direction where he came, and after a while, two servants with two buns rushed over, the taller one. The one picked me up all at once, and the thinner one bent and waited in place.

"Yeah!" I was so scared that I hugged the attendant's neck, but the next moment, under the surprised eyes of a few people, I withdrew my hand in embarrassment-even if I explained the so-called "conditional reflex" to them, I would probably only be caught by them. Treat it as a lunatic.

"Ahem, this king is fine, isn't he going to Huaquan Palace, why don't you leave?" In order to change the atmosphere of this moment, I had to remind him stiffly.

"Yes, yes..." They seemed to have just recovered from their surprise, and quickly agreed. The attendant hugged me and walked forward like an enclave. Although he looked thin, his strength was not small-I couldn't help feeling it. Once again complaining about Kuang Xihan's weak physique, he could not even compare to a young attendant.

"Golden Ring, be careful, if you turn your Highness upside down, I will take your skin off!" He followed step by step, urging the attendants to speed up and walk into the palace, but they kept threatening the other side. Stay steady; silently listening to his broken thoughts, I am amused secretly, because the embarrassment and shock of being picked up by a strange man suddenly disappeared.

Huaquan Palace was indeed not far away, as he said. After less than half a cup of tea, he saw a rather magnificent palace-so close, if he wanted to explain that he had never been invited. The man appeared on the rockery behind the banquet hall just to admire the scenery. It was purely accidental to meet me who came out to breathe, and it was not unreasonable.

The only strange thing was his unusual behavior when I first met, as if I knew where I would appear long ago, and the relationship with the original owner, Kuang Xihan, made people unable to care about it.

At the gate of the palace stood two attendants on duty, clinging to the palace lanterns and looking around, as if waiting for someone; when they saw us appear, they hurried up to us, one opened the door neatly, and the other trot back inside. Temple, Xu is ready to go.

——How do I feel that these people are so familiar with it that it’s not like they have done this for the first time?

I entered the wing of the main hall with my attendants, walked straight in, and gently put me on the bed with purple peony curtain tents; I faintly felt that this should be Xu Guijun's sleeping hall.

In this harem, men who can be called nobles can be counted with one hand; and as an adult prince, I shouldn’t have appeared in this palace, let alone lying down. The other party's bed-if someone found it, it would be impossible to clean it even if it jumped into the Yellow River.

Caressing my chest, I took a cup of hot tea from Xu Guijun and drank it slowly; the warm tea flowed from the throat to the stomach, as if covering the stagnation.

After a cup of tea drank, I let out a long sigh of relief.

"Bingguijun, the imperial doctor is here" The voice of the attendant came from outside the door, but I heard a hint of unfinished meaning.

The door was pushed open, and the middle-aged woman carrying the medicine box hurriedly walked in. My eyes passed through her and fell on Jiang Zhuo who was following. When I was about to export, it suddenly froze in my throat-after Jiang Zhuo. , There is one more person.

The man wore a black Fengxiang nine-day brocade robe, with a long hem lingering to the ground, silently filled with cold and solemn air, his gentle and delicate face was indifferent, and his emotions were indistinguishable from Kuang Xiqing who should have been at the banquet at this moment .

There was a thud in my heart, and I only felt that my chest that had just calmed down was about to breathe again.