Heartburn

I used to think that the killers with poison in their teeth on TV were just virtual ideas of screenwriters and directors. Now that I have witnessed it with my own eyes, it is a lie to say that it is not shocking.

Looking at her corpse blankly, almost forgot how to move, I can't believe: I actually forced a person to death.

If it wasn't for me to pull her out of the crowd, if it wasn't for my aggressive cross-examination, if it wasn't...it's a pity that there have never been so many ifs in life.

Jiang Zhuo, who rushed up a step late, stood upright there, stiff like a sculpture-are you regretting not being able to save her?

Because my back was turned to me, I taught me that I couldn’t see the look on her face. I just watched her silently put her chin back for Cao Xianmin, raised her hand to close her eyes, and then stood behind me—for a moment, I I feel that she is filled with unspeakable sadness, and I don't know if it is because of my too much heart.

Are you blaming yourself?

——Why, what is there to blame?

The one who was wrong was not her...but me.

"Is she... dead?" I asked in a low voice, holding the last hope.

"Taking poison to kill himself." Jiang Zhuo didn't look at me, half-downed his eyes, and coldly announced Cao Xianmin's death.

"Come here, check her history." Yan Ke glanced at the corpse in disgust, and raised her voice to call in the attendants, "Drag her out..."

I heard her unfinished meaning, and it seemed that I didn't intend to give this person who intended to spread rumors to ruin the reputation of the imperial palace a good end, and couldn't help taking her words: "Buy her alive."

Yan Ke nodded to the attendant, acquiescing to my arrangement, but when he turned to look at me, he sighed helplessly: "His Royal Highness is still too soft-hearted."

I smiled back, but I knew how bitter the laughter was—it was just ordering her body to be buried and buried. This did not conceal the fact that I forced her to death.

It’s different from those who died in front of me, and also from those who died because of my involvement. This one, I’m the one who killed me... Sadly, compared to the previous ones, they were terrified, helpless, The guilt and other emotions were overwhelmed. At this moment, I didn't even feel much.

Maybe it is.

This feeling is called numbness.

"Aunt Ke, what about Wang Hu..." I laughed at myself, unconsciously becoming indifferent, and I had no intention of arguing with her, and turned to the question that was interrupted before.

"His Royal Highness, don't listen to the slander of the villain." Yan Ke frowned, but patiently answered me, "The Xiangwei prefect is a jinshi in Yanxi for three years, sitting in this position now depends on his own ability. ; As for her every year and festival, she would prepare a small gift to the Lingwang Mansion, not for clinging, but for the guard Bingliu in the mansion, she is a sister of her compatriot, so she just expressed her heart."

——It turned out to be this relationship.

It is natural to say whether it is close or not, to say that it is not far away, and to take the old place with relatives, and to give some small gifts, it is not too much.

"So, did Wang Hu greedy the Mexican court to appropriate the money for the construction of the dam?" I nodded, and I asked again.

Yan Ke was silent for a moment in embarrassment. Seeing that I had been staring at her stubbornly, he hesitated and said: "His Royal Highness also knows that as a poor lady, she has no foundation and sits on her own as the prefect of a city. It’s indispensable to go up and down. It’s impossible to know where the money came from; however, Wang Hu is a sensible person. Even if he is greedy for ink, he will stop at it, and will never commit the dam being collapsed. A big mistake—in my opinion, this may be the trap deliberately set by the man behind Cao Xianmin!"

"Aunt Ke is right." I smiled at her, agreeing-but I didn't agree with it in my heart.

Yan Ke's suggestion was very obvious, and the fact that she hadn't named her surname was from my emperor's sister Kuang Xiqing; and all the signs also showed that she did have considerable suspicion-but I didn't believe it.

For one thing, Kuang Xiqing, as the lord of the world and the ruler of the people, will not know the truth that "water can carry boats and overturn them".

Today’s river flooding disaster is not only implicated by the people downstream. In order to help the victims and appease the invaders, the court often spends several times the price of the local tax on rebuilding the city, restoring the population and the economy, and reclaiming these taxes, at least Three to five years-just to set up a trap to discredit my reputation, this is not a deal made by strokes.

The second is that Cao Xianmin decided to die after hearing Yan Ke name Kwong Xiqing’s name. In my opinion, this is more like a sacrifice for the conclusion of the matter after the goal is achieved-in order to keep the real behind the scenes. Black hand.

Of course, until there is no evidence, I am not going to argue with Yan Ke on this topic; presumably she is not so easily persuaded.

When Cao Xianmin died, how many steps are still hidden in the dark?

To comfort those people and to fundamentally eliminate the possibility of being splashed with dirty water is the first consideration.

"However, this Cao Xianmin has already committed suicide in fear of sin, and there is no evidence of who is behind it. I will put this matter aside for the time being." Touching my nose, I remembered the opening of the warehouse that I had promised before in front of the people. Building houses and other things, when faced with Yan Ke, he was not so confident, "Um, Aunt Ke...The king had previously boasted about going to the sea with the people, saying that he wanted to..."

Before I could finish talking, Yan Ke smiled clearly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I will ask the accountant to take money."

Thanks to her thoughtfulness, taught me to avoid embarrassment.

In my impression, Yan Ke was the housekeeper assigned to Kuang Xihan when the emperor was still young. However, during this period of time, I found that Yan Ke is definitely not a mature and respectful person, sometimes even more so. Appears arbitrary, reckless and impulsive.

Such a person, even if he is loyal to Kwong Xihan and caring for him, but as a housekeeper, it is not appropriate...Occasionally I would be curious, if the emperor did this, there is no one in his hands, or, don’t Does it mean something?

Secretly laughing at my troubles, shaking my head aside these boring thoughts, I stood up, said hello to her, and went back to my room to rest.

Before opening the door, I turned my head to look at Jiang Zhuo, who had been silent beside me: "Your complexion looks terrible...If you feel uncomfortable, go to rest first. This king will allow you to take a few days off. "

She stagnated, and finally lifted her half-closed eyes and glanced at me lightly, her thin lips pursed slightly, and it took a long time before she said: "Nothing. Thank you... Your Majesty."

She held her fist and made a gesture as a thank you, and she turned around and left without reluctance.

Staring at her straight back, I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound-nothing else, what about stopping her? They were speechless, but it was just a sorrow.

From this moment on, I no longer have an excuse to get close to her boss, and she is no longer the manager Jiang who will sleep with me.

There are many things in my heart, and I am reluctant to speak along the way; the carriage is bumpy, but when the driving curtain is lifted, I can't see the tall figure.

Gradually, I didn't bother to pay attention to other things. I only felt that my chest was sore from time to time.

Every time Xiao Cicada saw me frowning and stroking my chest, he was so nervous to call someone, but he taught me to stop it—I don’t want too many people to see my embarrassed look, and I don’t want Jiang Zhuo to find myself. The downturn is because of her.

I am forcing myself to get used to the days of leaving Jiang Zhuo, waiting to die without disease, and being used to...loneliness.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I forgot about the time in the carriage, but just when I arrived at the gate of the Lingwang Mansion, I received Kuang Xiqing's imperial decree and ordered me to enter the palace immediately.

After sighing, he didn't care about washing and resting, and went to the palace without stopping by the car.

When I stepped off the carriage, even the footsteps were vain. If it weren't for the little cicada to give me a hand in time, I was afraid that I would be thrown out of the carriage.

As I stood firm, my heart felt sad again: how similar it was to the scene at the post station. At that time, the nephrite jade was warm and fragrant, how sweet it was, and now it is alone, how lonely it is.

I waved my hand to refuse Xiao Chan's support, and I slowly walked towards Kuang Xiqing's bedroom.

Her chief female officer had been waiting at the door for a long time, and when I saw me, she only gave a slight salute: "His Royal Highness, Chitose, Your Majesty instructs the servants and maids to take you to the side hall for a bath first, rest for a while, and then face the saint."

I watched her lips open and close, her brain twitched for a while, and I realized it after a few breaths, nodded and followed her all the way through the bedroom, and went straight to the bathroom.

With water and white mist, I sat in the steaming pool, and the water of the petals covered my shoulders, washing away the dust, and also washing away the exhaustion. I relaxed and sighed by the pool, sighing comfortably. , Almost fell asleep.

In the confusion, someone gently pushed my shoulders, and gently persuaded: "His Royal Highness, this hot water shouldn't be soaked for too long, can the slave and maid serve you get up?"

"... Hmm." The sleepiness struck, exhausted the last trace of reason and stood up, let the female officer clean my body and hair, and put on a light and comfortable bedding gown.

After being led into the sleeping hall connected with the bath room, I couldn't tell whether this was the place arranged by Kuang Xiqing, and when I saw the bed, I jumped on it involuntarily-just took a few breaths and fell asleep.

Wake up again because of hunger in the belly.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. What I smelled at the end of my nose was the scent of ambergris mixed with the scent of tranquilizing flowers-this kind of smell was only found around the emperor.

Consciousness returned to the cage in an instant, suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a person sitting next to the bed, holding a memorial in his hand and watching quietly, with a thick pile of brows in his hand—the eyebrows are as far away as the eyes. Chen Xing, high temperament and Feng Yi Tiancheng, it is not Kuang Xiqing who is

.

Seeing me looking at her, the corner of her mouth naturally raised a smile, reached out and touched my temples, and looked very intimate: "I heard the spies come to report, Han'er is going to sacrifice to the sky, several times, the culprits have almost been miscalculated. I was worried in my heart. , So that I can't sleep at night, and I don't know the taste of food... Now that you are safe and sound, I am relieved."

Hearing her mention of the assassin, I thought of the days when I disguised myself with Jiang Zhuo on the road, and laughed unconsciously.

After thinking about it, I intend to teach Kwong Xiqing to transfer her back to her side. I deliberately mentioned Jiang Zhuo, intending to praise her: "Yes, fortunately, Jiang Shiwei protects me along the way..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as I got my head up, I saw that the person who was still smiling softly suddenly cold his face, and the memorial in his hand "slapped", and the heart that taught me "chuckled"-where did it touch her? Are you upset?

I racked my brains to think about it, but I didn't have a clue.