Heartburn

——Although the handcuffs are made of gold, they are stretched and flexible, but they are not what an ordinary flesh and blood body can do — at least not with Kuang Xihan’s weak body.

However, this Jiang Guard, who looked the same thin and thin, could... It can be seen that even if her hands were lifted, she still did not lose the ability to attack.

In my guess, those injuries on her body should be Kuang Xihan's masterpieces.

If it’s me, I’m afraid I don’t have such a broad mind to forgive such abuse.

So, does it also mean that Kwong Xihan's death cannot be separated from her?

I still remember the expression on her face when she saw me, there was no panic or guilty conscience. This only shows two possibilities: one, she is innocent; two, she is a man with deep thoughts.

Only hope that it is not the latter.

"Bold! This pair of gold and stone handcuffs is an imperial tribute. Damage to the tribute is a felony of contempt for the emperor's power..." Bing Si shouted sharply, pressing his hand on the saber on his waist, as if he was going to step forward and calm his face in the next moment. Jiang Zhuo was arrested and brought to justice.

"It's okay, it's okay..." I hurriedly stopped her, and winked at the little cicada who was pretending to be a background. "This is the end of this matter. This king doesn't want a sixth person to know, understand?"

"Subordinates obey." Bing San and Bing Si looked at each other, bowed their heads and promised.

Xiao Chan followed and reminded quite wisely: "His Royal Highness, it's time to return."

"Well, let's go." I couldn't help but glanced at Jiang Zhuo, who was bowing and saluting. Her slightly messy hair covered her eyes and taught me not to see her expression clearly, "Jiang Wei... Rest, my king..." I will see you.

I paused, in front of Bings Three Bing Si and Xiao Chan, it was not easy to open the mouth to complete the following words-it would cause unnecessary suspicion, so forget it.

"Send the prince." Judging from her indifferent voice, I think she doesn't need my concern either.

Regarding the weakness of this body, I can only follow Xiao Cicada’s small broken steps and walk back slowly. When I reach the sleeping hall, it has been more than half an hour-more than twice the original quarter of an hour. No wonder Yan Ke, who was guarding the door, looked so gloomy.

I knew I was wrong, but I couldn’t figure out how she got along with Kuang Xihan. I could only pass in front of her blankly. Under the service of Cicada, I went to my shoes and socks. I sat on the bedside and took a cup of tea. He sipped slowly--but he was very nervous in his heart.

"All retreat." She followed into the room, waved to the other people, and ordered in a cold voice.

Seeing Xiao Chan retreat and leave, I thought I was closing the door, and the warm-colored room was suddenly covered with shadows, making Yan Ke's face more and more obscure.

With a "thump" in my heart, I involuntarily held the tea cup tightly, and kept calm by the warmth coming out of it-when necessary, I can throw it out as a weapon...

"Your Majesty, you have broken your promise." The inexplicable tense atmosphere suddenly loosened. She pushed her hem and sat on the side of my bed, with a helpless chuckle on her face, but she couldn't see a trace of the previous coldness-- This taught me to suspect that all those tensions were all due to my too much heart.

"This king..." She looked at me straight, her eyes could be considered gentle-I hesitated whether I should take the initiative to admit my mistakes.

She spoke a step ahead of me: "His Royal Highness, don't be angry, I don't mean to accuse you."

I gave a soft "um" and didn't answer, just waited for the following.

"It's just that this guard Jiang is a person in the palace after all. It is hard to guarantee that it is not the work of that person. It is necessary to prevent it. It is better to have less contact with your Royal Highness." She stretched out her hand and stretched the quilt for me, speaking softly. It reminds me of that old lady at home who loves to talk, her nose is sore.

"What Aunt Ke said is, this king took it down." Passing the tea cup to her, I lay down and smiled back.

She took the tea cup's hand but gave a slight pause, and the peach blossom eyes glanced over with a smile, half-truth jokingly said: "This is strange today. His Royal Highness didn't jump up to defend that one. It's really surprising. "

——If I didn’t guess wrong, the one she said should be Kuang Xihan’s relative, the emperor of the Great Wu Kingdom.

Could it be that Kuang Xihan used to be a bully who loves to talk back, but now that I agreed so obediently, it aroused her suspicion?

She listened to her with a smile, brushed away the broken hair on my forehead, and gently tucked the corner of the quilt: "Unexpectedly this time, I even smoothed out the stubbornness of Your Highness a lot. It seems to be a blessing in disguise. Up."

"Aunt Ke, this king was really out of dignity before, so I have to teach you to worry about it." I shook her hand and pondered the words. "I woke up this time as if I was reborn. I forgot most of the past, but I remembered some things. Reason-you have to know that I am not the Kuang Xihan I used to be."

——Be a foreshadowing, and when I notice my change later, I can barely count it as an explanation, so as to reduce her suspicion.

"Your Highness is serious," she drew her hand back with a smile, and in turn squeezed my hand tightly, then put my hand back in the quilt, staring at my eyes, and said seriously, "You just need to do It's good for yourself-Aunt Ke will always be your Royal Highness Aunt Ke, and will remain the same in this life."

With such a deep gaze, I didn't know how to answer, so I nodded quietly, closed my eyes and slumbered.

The door opened lightly and closed again, the room was empty and silent, and I was the only one left.

I opened my eyes and looked at the dim dim light through the window lattice, but there was no sleepiness... Kuang Xihan, Kuang Xihan, what kind of person are you?

According to Yan Ke's illness, are you really dying of congenital insufficiency of heart palpitations?

And what role does Jiang Zhuo, who you saw last time before you fell into a coma, play?

Throughout the night, I always thought about the blood-stained white robe, the woman who was always indifferent, almost reaching the point of dreaming... Finally it was dawn, I shook my somewhat drowsy head, opened the veil, and tried Called.

The voice was low and mute, it seemed that only I could hear it, but Xiao Cicada immediately knocked on the door of the room and asked softly, "His Royal Highness is about to get up?"

"Cough cough, come in." I gathered up my intimate clothes, but just waited for him to come in and put on me—unexpectedly, I had adapted to the inertia of this feudal ruler. The old man who was a **** supporter of communism saw him, and he was afraid that he would be talked about all day long.

Xiao Cicada’s movements are familiar and gentle, even if it touches my body, it will go away immediately, which will not cause me too much discomfort. The women's clothing of Dawu country is also different from the cumbersome and heavy in my impression, and it is used for long hair. The ribbon was rolled up, the jade hairpin was fixed, and there was no extra embellishment. Even the makeup was omitted, but it was refreshing. In ancient times, most of the fat and rice contained excessive lead. I don't want to suffer my face.

After breakfast, I took the tea cup that Xiao Chan handed over. I took a sip and couldn't help asking him: "What kind of tea is this? It's slightly sweeter..."

He knelt down in a hurry: "Go back to your Highness, this is honey pear fruit tea." Seeing that I was just looking at him in doubt, without anger on his face, he became bolder and whispered, "You used to love this tea the most. ...I have to drink a few cups every day."

"Get up." I took the water he handed and rinsed my mouth, looked outside the door-C3 C4 is gone, and I changed two new faces that I hadn't seen before, "I will change my face in the future. Lighter tea... By the way, do you know where Jiang Zhuo is now?"

I pretended to caress the cuffs carelessly, and listened to him replied: "It's... the slave doesn't know."

"Huh?" I turned my eyes to look at him, learning how Yan Ke looked when she was cold.

I don’t know if I imitated too well, or Kuang Xihan’s own influence, Xiao Chan quickly opened her mouth to remedy: “The servant girl only remembered that you had placed Guard Jiang in the Tingxue Pavilion before. If there is no accident, she left Yongle Hall. I should have returned to Tingxue Pavilion."

"Listening to Xuege...it's a bit poetic," I nodded, got up and walked outside, "Let's take a look."

"His Royal Highness!" He hurriedly stopped in front of me, hesitatingly persuaded, "Your body is not well...not suitable, not suitable..."

"Why, is Tingxue Pavilion far from here?" I stopped to look at him, but I felt that this was not the reason.

——After yesterday, I have already understood: Kwong Xihan, the young prince, has absolute authority in the mansion, almost to the point where he speaks the law freely; this temptation to hold power is what many people dream of, but I seem to be able to foresee myself being corrupted After that, only a brutal skeleton remained.

I'm not Ling Wang Xihan Kuang, and I don't want to be like her... I keep admonishing myself this way.

"That's not true." Xiao Chanchu refused to give way at the door, looking a little embarrassed-but it strengthened my determination.

——Could it be that what they did to Jiang Zhuo against my meaning? Because of the meaningless handcuffs to her? Or... I don't want to assume anymore.

But if this is the case, it is even more necessary for me to prove her safety with my own eyes.

Since the body is better than the day before yesterday, it can be seen that proper exercise can help recovery. With this as a reason, even Yan Ke will not hinder more; I think if you have a straight face and a shelf most of the time, you will not be afraid. So easy to be found flaws.

"That's it," I nodded in satisfaction, and I walked around him, stepped out of the threshold, and swept the rest of the attendants and guards who bowed and saluted silently, "This king allows you to report to Master Yan, and also allows you to send People follow-still not leading the way?"

Xiao Chan blessed the body with a sad face, and walked half a step in front of me with a small, iconic little step, seeming to be delaying time intentionally-I didn't mind it, just taking this opportunity to look at the scenery of the palace.

The inner courtyard of this palace resembles the style of a Soviet-style garden, row upon row of pavilions, towers and pavilions, small bridges and winding water, which are not elegant and interesting, but they reveal a bit of exquisite luxury from the details.

After walking for a while, I just wandered all the way to look at the scene. I didn't know that I had bypassed several rockeries and walked through several corridors, yet I hadn't noticed that I had reached my destination.

Xiao Cicada suddenly leaned close to me and whispered: "His Royal Highness, there is Tingxue Pavilion in front of me, but should I send someone to inform the servants to come and welcome you?"

"Huh? Shijun?" I paused, staring at the top of his hair, "Does Xuege live in other people besides Jiang Zhuo?"

——Something seems to have been overlooked by me.

"His Royal Highness has forgotten? The Tingxue Pavilion is beside the Hall of Retaining Moon, and in the Hall of Retaining Moon, there are still eight servants bestowed by your majesty." He looked at my expression carefully, and saw that I was not right. It happened, so he tentatively asked, "Do you want to meet?"

"Uh, no need, my king..." I think I probably understand what he meant--the word "Jun Shi", I'm afraid it's more than just serving tea and sending water.

——Although Dawu women are considered adults until they reach the age of eighteen, and at the age of marrying Naf, Kuang Xihan has been a servant since the age of fourteen.

However, before I could finish speaking, a group of men appeared on the other side in a curvaceous manner—to be precise, they were still not as weak as the teenagers.

The long-standing aesthetic and ideological concepts have caused me to take a few steps back when I saw that the young people with heavy makeup were coming straight to me.

Resisting the urge to turn my head and run away, I quietly turned my head and asked Xiao Chan: "This king hasn't sent anyone to pass it on, why did they come?"

"His Royal Highness, I think some clever attendants will go to the Moon Hall to report the news first." He also whispered back.

——What he meant, but did the attendants by my side have the spies inserted by these young people?

When we communicated in a low voice, the eight teenagers had already rushed forward, the red flowers and willow green in the water, even the posture of salute and the timing of the opening were just right, and we could see the traces of deliberate hard training—but I really did. Appreciate the appearance of the youngsters scratching their heads and posing.

Just as I was thinking about how to get rid of them and meet Jiang Zhuo, another wave of people hurriedly approached from the direction I came, headed by a roll of bright yellow cloth, and when I saw me from a distance, they prolonged the tone and shouted. : "His Royal Highness Ling, the imperial decree has reached——"

My heart that was hanging is suddenly raised.