Heartburn

When I woke up again, there was a swaying movement of carriages and horses, which caused me to leave the dream in a dazed manner-thinking of that dream, my face could not help but flushed: Although I can't remember the details, it's fragrant and charming, but it's not enough. Outsider also.

I raised my eyes and looked around. There was no one in the carriage. I was the only one lying on the thick bedding. I also touched a small soup woman wrapped in brocade, warm and not hot.

I didn't see Jiang Zhuo the first time I opened my eyes, and I was really disappointed; however, I didn't need to face her immediately, which saved me from the embarrassment of last night. Thinking like this, I was relieved.

The Tang lady in her hands rolled under the blanket for a while, the bedding under her body was much thicker and softer than yesterday, and this hand-warming thing was not available yesterday. I think Jiang Zhuo sent someone to prepare it when she passed the city this morning. .

Even when I was still asleep, she should have carried me lightly into the carriage... She rolled the quilt over her head. Although she knew that she was the only one in the carriage, she still didn't want people to see the face covered. Lived with a smile.

——Jiang Zhuo, he is actually a very gentle person.

After a moment of infatuated laughter, when the car wall was gently knocked, a guard asked in a low voice: "Master, can you get up?"

Hearing that it wasn't Jiang Zhuo's voice, I cleared my throat and replied, "Uh-huh, it's up...what time is it now? Where did the carriage go?"

The curtain was opened, and the guard who had caught the rabbit jumped in yesterday, carrying the toilet utensils—I remember the guards calling her glutinous rice balls.

Seeing that she has a round face, it is appropriate to this name, but I don't know whether it is her real name or a slanderous name.

"Back to the master, it's already over an hour, and I'll be in Xining in half an hour." She wrung out the towel and handed it to me, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, probably because she was happy that she was about to complete the task.

"So fast? Didn't it take half a month to drive?" I wiped my face and returned the towel to her. I touched my flat stomach. I felt too hungry and some cramps in my stomach.

"Master, you don't know anything about it," she noticed my movements, and she poked out her head cleverly to talk to her companion, and then came in with a hot bun and poured some hot water, "If it's one person and one ride Day and night, you can reach Xining City from the imperial capital in less than three days. It will take longer to ride a carriage, but it will not exceed seven days. As for the half-month drive you mentioned, half of it is a ceremonial tribute to the emperor. Well, every city must stay."

After listening to her analysis with reason and evidence, I was able to understand-presumably what she hadn't said clearly is that the seven-day drive was deliberately slowed down to take care of my frail body. Otherwise, according to their skills, I am afraid it would have been long since. Arrived in Xining.

Looking at her hearty and simple face, she didn't intend to emphasize it, but being regarded as a cumbersome, it inevitably made me feel a little sad. In addition, it looked really rough earlier, and it was a little hard to swallow.

Seeing that I was just drinking water in silence, instead of eating the steamed bun, the dumpling scratched the back of his head and asked timidly: "Master, why don't you eat it? This steamed bun was bought by Jiang Guanshi, who was specially ordered to buy it in the city. Yes, in the wilderness, there is no good food..."

When she said that it was Jiang Zhuo's order, I moved in my heart. I picked up the steamed bun and took a bite. I only felt that the white noodles were strong and the gravy was delicious. It was definitely the most delicious steamed bun I had ever tasted: "Speaking of which, where did Jiang manage things? Why didn't you see her?"

After eating half a bun with hot water, I pretended not to care and asked, but my ears stood up early.

"Oh, that's it. Seeing that you are asleep, Jiang Guanshi first went to Xining City to inquire about the inn where he was staying and contact the secret guard." Seeing that I was willing to eat steamed buns, Tangyuan smiled humbly. I’m always happy when I eat buns. I can’t help but smile. I really want to touch her round face... But I can only think about it—she is only in her twenties, but she must be better than me. The body is older; besides, most of the women in Dawu are heroic and bold, disgusting with twitching, and the identity between us is not suitable for me to make any intimate actions.

"Very good." Nodded, and after she consciously left the carriage, I was nestled back in the warm bedding-although the life of sleeping and waking up after eating was too decadent, but besides that, it was too decadent. I can't help but do something else.

Moreover, this is Jiang Zhuo's intention, so how can I let it down?

Burying my face in the quilt exuding a touch of incense, I closed my eyes again.

"Host, the inn is here, please get off." I heard the familiar cold female voice in my ears, I immediately opened my eyes, got up from the carriage with my hands and feet, straightened out the clothes and hair that was a little messy, and touched it again. I touched my face and made sure that there were no drool marks.

After a round of inspections, I didn't find anything like a bronze mirror, so I had to bite the bullet and got out of the carriage-I hope my image is not too unbearable.

But Jiang Zhuo, who was waiting outside the car, never took another look. He just politely helped me when I jumped out of the carriage, and then withdrew his hand, turned around to lead the way, and led me into this place. A magnificent inn.

——Well, it seems that I was worried for nothing before, and she even owes me a glance.

I fell to the ground and walked in with her, and I smelled a scent of alcohol in my nose, and I couldn't help but look up.

Oncoming a woman who was drunk, seemed to be drunk, her pace was a little unstable, her eyes were no longer clear, she stared straight at me for a while, then leaned over with a hippie smile, and reached out to me. Touching his face: "This little boy was born so beautiful...Oh!"

——This person has drunk too much, even if he regards me as a man, he still wants to get drunk and crazy while he is drunk?

I was taken aback, but there was no time to avoid it, so I heard her suddenly cry out, and suddenly withdrew her hand, rolling on the ground in pain, most of her drunkenness, trembling, speechless, just staring bitterly. Jiang Zhuo who stood in front of me.

"This time it's just a warning. Next time, it won't be as simple as a hand." I don't see how she did it, but her awe-inspiring temperament taught people not to be presumptuous in front of her, "Go away. ."

The woman was shaken by her indifferent eyes, endured the pain, and hurriedly got up and ran away.

When she was gone, the rest of the people who saw the scene just now consciously stayed away from us, and even the lads who run the hall stayed aside and did not dare to come over.

Jiang Zhuo didn't take their performance to heart. He turned his head and looked at me indifferently, as if he was confirming that I was in a serious condition. Seeing that I was shaking his head, he continued to walk forward, only deliberately slowing down. It's like waiting for me to go together-just a little bit of loss, and the shock disappeared.

The days waiting at the inn were really boring. After seven or eight days, it was finally waiting for the guard of honor to worship the sky.

However, sneaking into the post with the guards sneaking into the station at night, when I saw Yan Ke and the stand-in girl, I was surprised.

Not to mention the injury on Yan Ke's arm, the substitute woman fell asleep on the bed unconsciously, her lips were bruised, obviously poisoned.

"What's wrong with her?" My voice trembled, and a dense layer of cold sweat appeared on my palms, half worried for this woman, half worried.

——What trouble did Kuang Xihan cause?

Who is it to put her to death?

If it weren't for this woman, I'm afraid that the person who is lying in bed at this moment in doubt is me.

"His Royal Highness knows about the Jinhe River bursting?" Yan Ke waved back the attendant who changed her dressing, and then said anxiously to me, "A few days ago, when the convoy went to Xiangwei City, it was attacked by an assassin again. , The number is even higher than the previous few times; they not only blocked the path of the convoy, but also incited the ignorant victims to make trouble..."

"How can this be?" When she heard her talk about the passing, one of my hearts was lifted up, as if I had seen the nervous scene with my own eyes, "What then?"

"The convoy broke several guards, and taught the assassin leader to rush into the carriage and stabbed the shoulder with a sword; the sword was highly poisonous, and the accompanying healer was helpless. If it were not for the thousand-year-old ginseng to hang a breath, I was afraid that it would be strong. Not to Xining." Yan Ke glanced at the woman on the bed with a little regret, then smiled with satisfaction, "His Royal Highness Wanxing was not in the car, and escaped this disaster. This is also the case of His Royal Highness Fuze, Emperor Xian. For blessing."

——It’s just that I’m tired of the other party to block the catastrophe for me, but I, the client, can’t laugh anyway.

Seeing her looking at me comfortingly, she turned the subject away: "This king sees that Aunt Ke is also injured, is there a serious problem?"

She indifferently waved her bandaged hand: "I have forced out the toxins, it's just some skin wounds, but it's okay."

"Then she?" I couldn't help but ask the woman on the bed, but there was a vague expectation in my heart.

"I can't make it through tonight." Yan Ke sighed, but there was not much sadness in his eyes-after all, this woman was just a stand-in she trained to block Kuang Xihan, like an object. No, I feel sorry for her at most. If I say that I am sad for her, it is not necessarily true.

I know I can't blame her for this, but I don't have the guilty feeling of unhappy, even with the attitude of facing her, I am unconsciously cold a little bit.

She only regarded me as worrying about the assassin, so she comforted: "His Royal Highness does not have to worry. These assassins think that they will succeed. As long as we release the news of His Highness's serious injury, they will not come in the next few days; besides, they will be able to Recruit local soldiers to escort, and safety is guaranteed."

"I'm not for this..." I don't want to explain more to her. I can't communicate with her. I still save my energy and do what I should do. "Oh, forget it, Aunt Ke will go to rest first, my king tonight Just stay here."

"His Royal Highness, why is this?" Yan Ke frowned and asked tentatively, "but I am worried that this substitute is dead? Well, there is one person in the guard who is similar to his highness..."

"Aunt Ke," I resisted the anger in my heart, and quickly interrupted her, "You rest, this king just wants to... stay with her for a while."

"...Yes." She left the room silently.

When only me and the woman were left in the room, I let go of my clenched fists-my palms were already marked with blood on my nails, and this pain did not make up for the guilt in my heart.

I walked over, leaned against the bed, and guarded quietly; the candlelight swayed, but could not add any warm light to her face, the decadent grayness kept on her skin, as if there was a pair of invisible hands A wisp of life was stripped from her.

Except for waiting and praying blindly, I can't help a little bit.

The next morning, I sniffed her lightly, and she was out of breath.

And I finally couldn't hold it, and fainted.