Heartburn

Although this kind of prayer taught me to rejoice, but I was inevitably lost because of other things: If Kwong Xihan's reputation was really tired of being calculated, who would be the one who wanted to calculate her?

If you think about it carefully, there are only a few people who can benefit from it, and the biggest beneficiary is probably the current emperor... Although I don’t want to think so, no matter from the motivation or the means, she does Is the most suspicious person.

And emotionally, I can’t empathize with Kuang Xihan’s deep friendship with her. Even if I deliberately prefer her, another questioning voice will always sound in my heart. I think, probably in this time and space, only Jiang Zhuo can teach me anything. Believe without reservation... even if the trust is actually groundless.

Perhaps this is the so-called blindness in love.

But anyway, this matter just lingers in my heart and lingers; and I don’t want to bother with it anymore, I also have a thought of evasion in it, I only hope to divide my mind with other things. Great.

Going back to the inn with Jiang Zhuo, I didn’t want my buddies to bother me. Even if I had the opportunity to be alone with her, the joy in my heart could not dispel the depression; she seemed to be hiding something in her mind, just silently wiping her own. Sabre didn't pay attention to me.

I remember: This sword is not her love that never leaves her body. I also know that she doesn't have the habit of wiping and maintaining the sword in her spare time. She just wants to find something to kill the time.

Somehow, there was a bit of grievance in my heart-I suddenly felt that she didn't care about me very much, never cared about my mood, and suddenly felt that she was too hypocritical, and she didn't say anything to you, but she was You didn't explicitly refuse it after you showed your favor, so why are you trying to make a **** and blame others here?

Such mediocre people bother themselves, don't say that she doesn't want to pay attention to me, even myself, look down on such a self.

Gritting his teeth, thinking about how to break the deadlock, suddenly I heard a knock on the door—I opened the door and saw that she was a young woman dressed as a helper; she was sturdy and dark-skinned, and her face looked impatient. Yihong stammered: "This, this, this prince, the prince..."

I sighed, and didn't bother to correct her misunderstanding of my gender-it wasn't the first time anyway-just asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

"The shopkeeper sent a kid to deliver things." She calmed down and quickly replied.

As he said, a palm-sized wooden box was handed in his hand. The texture was fine and the color was well-proportioned, but it was a good wood. Looking at it, it was very valuable. It shows how much the shopkeeper's heart is; what I asked her to do in the morning was a long time. It was done with her effort, and the speed was so fast, I'm afraid it was done quickly by staring at the buddy-it can be seen that she attaches great importance to that piece of jade.

This also made me more curious about Yu Jue's real master and the mysterious organization; as for what to do with this young master's identity, I never thought about it.

"Your shopkeeper is interested, give her a word for me, and say I wrote it down." After receiving the wooden box, I quietly opened it and took a look, and immediately got a big head, and my smile became a little bit sluggish—— Just instructed her to carve an ordinary small ornament, she was too fussy, it made me feel embarrassed to send it straight out.

Thanks to the guy, I turned around with the box, and subconsciously carried the box behind me. I didn’t want to teach Jiang Zhuo to see it, but the next moment I came back to my senses. It’s just that I was deceiving myself—she was. What a keen mind, how can I not know my actions?

If she was taught to think that I had other plans behind her back, it would be self-defeating.

After I wanted to open it, I simply placed the box generously on the table.

Jiang Zhuo was wiping the saber's hand for a while, and then kept on wiping it, but I noticed that she glanced at it without a trace, apparently caring a little at the box-I couldn't help but smile inwardly: this is pretending The indifferent Jiang Zhuo is really cute and tight.

Pushing the box towards her, I cleared my throat and followed her, pretending to be indifferent, and said lightly, "Open it and take a look."

She finally stopped pretending to be indifferent, stopped the work in her hands, glanced at me with a smile, and opened the box graciously; although I tried my best to stabilize the shelf, I was too nervous in the end, I still rely on holding the corner of my clothes. , Biting his lip to conceal his anxiety.

As the box opened, the only rough-swept ornaments were finally displayed in front of the two of us, and I was a little bit more embarrassed.

It was a silver-white ring, made of high-grade black iron, and it was very hard. In the center of the ring, I specially improved the design. I added a fingernail-sized thin slice, which was ground as thin as a cicada's wing, and it was cut like iron. Mud, on the other side is the mechanism buckle, which is usually hidden on the surface of the ring. When you want to use it, you only need to gently open it and push on the buckle—such a mysterious iron ring is light and convenient, and it can be used as a cutting knife or it can be used. Peeling the peel is equivalent to a super mini Swiss army knife.

The ingenuity of this ring lies in its deceptiveness. If it is not unfolded, it is just an ordinary ring, and no one can think of its mechanism; I have also seen samples in the hands of colleagues and played them carefully. Only after seeing through its key points can craftsmen be taught to do it.

The only thing that is inadequate—or just what I’m not satisfied with, is the ornamentation carved on the ring by the craftsman on his own initiative: entangled vines, cross-necked birds, lifelike and vivid, although the craftsmanship is exquisite and admirable. But it added a bit of ambiguous meaning to this apocalypse to me-I don't know if Dawu has ever circulated the phrase "I wish to be a bird of love in the sky, and I am willing to be a verse in the ground"?

And after receiving such a gift, would Jiang Zhuo want to bend, thinking that I was confessing to her... and even begging for her?

Although I haven't had this idea, I also know that rejection is the most likely answer. Another more likely answer is to be beaten and then coldly rejected.

How disgusting this body is, I still have this self-knowledge that Kwong Xihan has played for so long.

She glanced lightly at the ring in the box, didn't take it out, just said coldly: "Interesting." Then there was no more.

I have been paying careful attention to her look. Seeing that she is really cold and uninterested, the fiery mind is like being poured into a basin of ice water. The whole is frozen into a piece of ice slag, and it is broken again. The ground, being blown by the wind, didn't even leave any debris.

——I never considered that she would not like the gift I gave.

Is it because I have gradually forgotten our discord and grudges in this increasingly close relationship, and have become more and more complacent?

Did she see my mind and didn't want to accept it... or was she branded with disgust just because the gift came from her own hands?

After all, I was unwilling. I gritted my teeth and asked: "You, don't you try? If you don't like me, I will teach people to do something else..."

Before I finished speaking, I saw that she suddenly put down the saber and silk kerchief in her hand, and turned her face to look at me, her eyes were serious and far-reaching, and she saw that I was about to fall into the bottomless cold. Tanzhong almost ignored her rhetorical question: "This is mine?"

"Yeah... I know this is not a valuable thing, probably you look down on it, and you don't like it..." Before I finished speaking, I saw someone who was originally cold and indifferent suddenly took it. Passing the ring—almost as if I had hacked it away, for fear that I would regret it—this anomaly shocked me.

"It's good, I don't like it." She put the ring on her index finger, she stretched her fingers, and the corners of her mouth gently twitched, unlike the way she wiped the saber indifferently, she felt it inexplicably. Her mood was already happy.

I just recollected it now: Did she think that this ring was not for her, so she was angry?

If you think about it in detail, it means more.

Is it possible that you are jealous?

Alas, if that's the case, I'll have fun.

I'm afraid that with her so indifferent temperament, she decided she wouldn't have such an idea.

The ring was worn on her index finger, making her index finger more verdant as jade, slender and slender, many times better than those artists who played the piano; I stared at her finger, and her face was stained. Ashamed, I thought secretly, this ring really looked like a wedding ring, if I could wear it on her ring finger by myself.

——Oh, what are you thinking about!

I haven't even thought of getting married yet.

Shaking my head, I smiled at Jiang Zhuo, as if the corners of my mouth could not be leveled, and did not hesitate to compliment myself: "It looks good."

"The boss has a heart." She didn't thank her, but she said softly, Qingfeng Langyue's smile, and she taught me that my heart was broken, and I could not wait to pick all the moon in the sky to her.

"It's fine if you like it." I scratched my cheek, a little bit embarrassed to look at her.

"What does the sign engraved in this ring mean?" She rubbed the surface of the ring with her fingertips, and asked suddenly.

"Ah, that, that is, it is... the mark in the store, I don't know too well." Suddenly when asked by her, I stammered back, but subconsciously lied.

Engraved in the ring was the only pattern I ordered the craftsman to add: a heart.

I thought it was secret, but when I think about it, according to Jiang Zhuo's careful observation, how could he not discover it?

When asked by her, how could I be ashamed to tell her that the meaning of this heart is a pun, which not only represents my name, but also represents what I want to give her-it is my heart.

I only dared to brew such hypocritical youthful AIs back and forth in my heart, but I did not dare to say it in any way.