Heartburn

Dawu’s royal honor guard can be regarded as simpler among the countries, and after the unification of the world, it has not changed much; it is just that the prince Kwong Xihan has always been a heterogeneous in the Dawu imperial family, and the cost of food and clothing is the most extravagant. Yes, Kuang Xiqing, who is even more extravagant as the emperor...It's no wonder that he has been criticized for such a publicity-this trip is still not constrained, I am afraid that Yan Ke's instruction has also been planned to attract the target.

While I was waiting for the dishes with great interest and looking at the passing caravan, I suddenly noticed that several women who had been selling trinkets on both sides of the road were winking at each other. One of them made a strange gesture, and the other Several of them seemed to have received the signal, and they all put down the objects in their hands, and also left behind the customers who were greeting them, and approached the convoy sneakily.

Because the road was crowded with people coming and going, the guards on both sides of the convoy did not notice any abnormalities, but sitting on the second floor was able to see all the abnormalities in full view; I turned my head to look at Jiang Zhuo’s expression , Sure enough, she also discovered this-but she just frowned, and then continued to drink tea casually, as if everything that happened underneath had nothing to do with her.

"My host, why don't you try the food in this Zui Xianju." She saw me look, so she picked up some chopsticks and put some shredded assorted chicken into my bowl, and said meaningfully, "The food is current, you can't live up to it , Besides, don’t bother about it."

"Uh, what Guan Shi said is, then you can eat too." I nodded, and followed her way, put a chopsticks into her bowl, and looked at her eagerly-give me a fixed look. , Seems to be thinking about something, I can't help but wonder: Is it because she has a habit of cleanliness and can't accept others to pick food for her?

Or is this uncomfortable just because of... me?

Thinking of this, the loss in my heart was revealed uncontrollably.

Unexpectedly, the next moment she picked it up slowly and ate it, while she glanced at me with a little doubt, as if asking why I, the person who took the initiative to pick vegetables, just watched it and didn't eat it.

It was just a look and a movement, and my mood suddenly became bright again, and even myself was surprised: Why is it because of her emotional ups and downs?

It's as if her frown and smile have a different kind of magic that can always easily affect my heart; it's as if all emotions are controlled by this person.

The panic in an instant turned to be taken away by the noise from downstairs-stopped and looked around, the several vendors who had changed have already walked around to the position where the attendants and servants were following in the convoy-also It is the weakest link of the guards who are the least likely to break through the line of defense, which shows that they are indeed the ones with bad intentions.

But what is worrying is that those guards and servants are unprepared, just guarding their posts without realizing the approach of danger.

——I don’t know if Yan Ke is sitting in the carriage, or quietly following the convoy; but I know that the young woman who was used as my stand-in must be sitting in it.

Maybe it's closing my eyes unconsciously, maybe it's panicking, or even desperately waiting for the unknown danger to come...

Just when I was hesitating whether to remind me, I saw one of the vendors closest to the middle carriage ripped off his coat, revealing the dark black suit and a bright steel knife inside.

After she removed her disguise, other people also stripped off their coats, revealing the exact same clothes as her, which was obviously an organized and premeditated action.

The leader-like young woman slashed at the cowl of the carriage, and at the same time shouted loudly, "Kill Xihan Kwong, and kill the people!"

"For the people!" The others shouted after her, while slashing at the nearest guards and servants with their knives.

This movement of them was the most panicked by the people watching the excitement around them. They ran, screamed, and even got injured by trampling. For a time, the scene was extremely chaotic, and the entire convoy was blocked in the middle of the road and could not move forward. .

The guards who reacted immediately drew out their swords and fought with the assassins.

Seeing all this in my eyes, my heart also lifted up, but I could only watch eagerly, helpless-including Jiang Zhuo, the guards that Yan Ke sent to me were all in their original positions. Indifferent to the chaos that was happening downstairs; while the rest of the tea guests in the lounge poked out their heads and watched nervously the dynamics below-in this way, it seemed that we were out of character.

"Protect Your Highness!" The person who drew out the sword to stop the assassin leader's attack is the guard Bingyi once assigned to me by Yan Ke. He looks ordinary but has extremely bright eyes, as if he can see through all attacks and threats-here. Before, I only considered her to be a hidden master based on my own judgment.

But only at this time, I saw her extraordinary martial arts, and I once again admired Yan Ke's insightful and humanistic vision-when the assassin suddenly attacked and slashed towards the shaft, it was she who caused the crowd with shouts. In the chaos, the caravan and the frightened horses that were dissipated by the crowd could not be brought together in one moment or three, which also disturbed the attention of the guards; and Bing Yi intercepted the assassin’s attack without any difference. And only used two moves to subdue the other party-this skill is enough to show its means, I think it is enough to go to the battlefield to be a general commanding thousands of troops and horses, condescending to be a guard by my side really buried her.

While I was screaming for Bing Yi’s martial arts and regretting her career, her next move taught me to freeze in place, and it was difficult to recover for a long time-I saw her blade gently brush over the assassin’s. A blood stain was drawn in the throat, and blood suddenly sputtered from the wound, staining the body cover directly opposite to it. At that time, Bing Yi had already passed the assassin with a sword and stabbed at him without stopping. The second person.

Her blade quickly reaped the lives of one assassin after another. In my opinion, it seemed to be an action movie that slowed down the camera. With every shot of blood, every assassin’s unwilling look was deep. It hurts me; in fact, in just a few breaths, the five assassins have become five silent corpses, and the remaining ones were cut at the same time by the rest of the guards. Under the sword.

There was no interrogation, no hesitation, and no one left alive-clean and timid.

The crowd was still fleeing, but the convoy was under control.

Bing Yi shook off the blood bead on the sword's edge, and stood indifferently in front of the carriage with his hand in his hand. His calm face was like a cold statue, silently mocking the panicked civilians and the overpowering assassins.

On the bustling street, there are still more than a dozen vendors who are busy packing up their things and are forced to witness it before they can escape. The innocent pedestrians who are implicated and knocked to the ground are trampled on the ground while pushing, and the guards are vigilant. , Frightened servants, and corpses stacked together.

I have never witnessed such a **** scene so intuitively, just as I have never been so soberly aware of the time and space I am now in. The so-called laws in this country are based on the relative system under absolute imperial power, even the most basic The fairness of slaying is also not achieved-killing is such an instinct without thinking, whether it is a swordsman or a slaying person, they accept their own destiny for granted.

These assassins are just one example, and the fundamental reason why I can't calm my heart is that these people's deaths are probably all because of "I".

The assassins who died because of the failure to assassinate Kwong Xihan, the guards who wielded their swords to protect Kuang Xihan--the source of this evil is "I".

After counting the convoy, and checking the corpses on the ground, the convoy quickly went on the road, as if there was no shadow left by this incident; the spectators on the second floor left each other like mosquitoes and flies that could not smell the smell, and swarmed. The excitement when I came was the opposite.

The ruts were stained with faint blood, and they stepped across a messy ground and drove slowly into the distance; while I stared at the silent pile of corpses, I felt a surge in my stomach, as if I was about to vomit out what I had just eaten. general.

"My boss, do you have any physical discomfort?" Jiang Zhuo pushed a cup of hot tea and asked in a low voice.

I took the tea cup and drank it, regardless of the tingling and blistering of the hot tip of the tongue and throat. I shook my head and felt the nausea that reached my mouth a little bit. Then I said, "I'm fine. "But it is difficult to look away from the corpses.

It didn’t take long for a person in veteran costumes to bring white cloth and stretchers to transport the corpses away; the messy streets were also sprinkled with water and flower dew, and they were cleaned with a new look, except for a trace of light in the air. The smell of blood, there is no trace of fierce fighting and killing.

At this time, I heard the two middle-aged women on the back table who were silent when the change happened, lowered their voices and said, "It's really a crime, another group of people who do not live or die, they are in vain."

"It's no wonder that the one who killed a thousand swords..." The man would say more, but was stopped by his companion, "Speak down, do you want to kill? When the spies heard that person, it was still Don't pull your tongue out!"

"What are you afraid of, the convoy has run out of sight a long time ago, and I'm afraid that she won't be able to turn around?" The other person retorted with his neck, but after all he lowered his voice and looked around carefully; it happened to see me watching. Looking at them, I couldn't help but stared fiercely, "You, you, what do you look at!"

"This... eldest sister," I bit my head and said hello, squeezing out a smile and asked, "I didn't mean to offend, but I was frightened by this scene, and I heard that you two seem to know some hidden secrets. Then I took a second look. Please understand what is offensive."

Probably because I saw my sincere attitude, the two of them didn't get angry after they were surprised, and the alertness in their eyes faded a little, "It's easy to talk, listen to this lady's accent, isn't it a local person?"

"The eldest sister is very ear-sounding, I am here from Molin to do business... I don't know what the two of you think about the matter just now? Looking down, the people in this carriage are not ordinary people, why would they be assassinated?" Tentatively asked.

"Hey, what's the matter? Miss does not know who is sitting in this car, right?" The woman who had been taught a few sentences by her companion before seemed to have found a soulmate, and said to me with a grin, "That is the good thing. King Ling, who is absolutely wicked! I heard that this time she represented the emperor to sacrifice to the heavens, and I don’t know if she would offend the gods! What is an assassin? It’s weird that the road is too peaceful!"

The disgust revealed between the lines in her words gave me a chill. Knowing what kind of answer I would get, I couldn't help but continue to ask, "The eldest sister is saying that the people in this carriage deserve the crime?"

Although I know Kuang Xihan's nature, I still feel bitter to say these four words.

"Ha, it's more than just a deserved sin, it's an unforgivable sin! That is to say, the emperor's benevolence can tolerate this lawless sister, and it's me..." The woman wanted to say more, but she heard a "choking", behind me Several guards all glared at her, and one of them couldn't bear to pull out the long sword from his waist, as if the other party would make her blood splash on the spot.

"Hey, I said this lady, what do you mean..." She shrank her neck, but didn't dare to say any more.

"Who told you to take the shot? Hurry up and take the sword back!" I turned my head back, and the guard immediately lowered his head, retracted the sword and returned it to its original position silently, "I'm sorry this eldest sister, the people On impulse, you are startled... I apologize to you for her."

However, my apology didn't help. She glanced at me strangely, whispered a few words to her companion, and soon checked out and left.

Seeing the momentum of my guard pulling the sword just now, the other guests on the second floor also left in twos and threes. After a while, only us were left in the huge hall.

"Jian Zhuo, do you also think that this king is guilty of death?" I sighed silently, and I asked involuntarily looking at the person who was looking out the window.

She turned her face back, glanced at me carelessly, and said indifferently: "There are some things that the owner can know in his own mind. Why bother to care about the opinions of these people? There are unrelated civilians on the left and right."

——But he avoided my question.

Actually, I probably also knew her answer, so what do I hope for?

In her heart, I am the Kwong Xihan who was despised by everyone, who once humiliated her and has now enslaved her—not the simple heart who wants to be friends with her.

"Oh, that's true." I picked up the teacup in front of me and took a sip of the fresh tea that I had just poured; the tea was already cold, and the bitterness had permeated my heart from the tip of my tongue for a long time.