Heartburn

That specious kiss-yes, I stubbornly define it as a kiss, it will make me feel better, even if it is self-deception and wishful thinking-it makes me feel that the distance between me and Jiang Zhuo may not I thought it was so far away.

But one thing for sure is: if I don’t actively try to get close to her, then I will never have a closer relationship with her than the prince and the guard — if there is a hundred steps between us, then I can Take ninety-nine steps for it.

The rest is whether she is willing to accept me and take this last step.

After thinking through this section, I just feel that the whole person is suddenly enlightened and a lot easier.

Thanks to the medicinal properties, I slept deeply. This sleep was particularly secure. There was no nightmare and no painful torture. It seemed that the bowl of medicinal juice that Jiang Zhuo personally passed to me contains some magical power. It is a sweet breath, and there is a peaceful warmth in my heart.

It wasn't until I was hungry and received feedback from my body that I couldn't ignore it that I woke up leisurely.

I did not rush to get up, but slowly looked at the environment I was in under the dim candlelight-this is a room less than ten square meters, the display is simple and simple, except for the wooden bed on which I lay, There was only a small low stool and a wooden frame with a copper basin; the walls were mottled and old, and in disrepair for a long time, even the most inferior house in Lingwang's Mansion was much better than here.

The only thing that taught me a little satisfaction was probably the scent of medicine floating in the air.

I remember that before the coma, Jiang Zhuo was wandering in a forest out of sight with my back on his back. The three words "Baiyungu" could be heard truly; then, we came to the valley and saw the tall man known as the "poisonous fairy". people?

As I was thinking about the situation at the moment, the door opened again with a squeak.

Jiang Zhuo carried a bowl of things and walked in lightly.

As if I hadn't expected that I was awake, the step of entering the door paused slightly, and then I closed the door with my backhand casually and walked to the bed.

"His Royal Highness is awake?" Her voice was still so flat that she couldn't hear her emotions, she just pressed her lips and put the bowl in her hand to my mouth, and said warmly, "Drink the medicine."

"Hmm..." I supported the edge of the bed, sat up slowly, leaned on the bedpost, took the medicine bowl with moderate temperature, and took a tentative sip—it was so bitter.

Seeing Jiang Zhuo's eyes staring at me for a moment, it was a posture that I would not give up unless I drank the medicine. I spit out my tongue. I had to harden my scalp and poured the whole bowl of medicine in one breath, even the bowl. There is no medicine residue left at the bottom.

Handing her the empty medicine bowl back to her, if it weren’t for the image, I’m afraid I could not help but retching by the bed. They say that good medicine is bitter and good for disease, and the degree of efficacy of Chinese medicine depends on the taste Inversely... It can be seen that this medicine is very effective, and it will cure the disease.

Covering his mouth and suppressing the disgusting odor, Yu Guang seemed to catch a glimpse of the cold eyebrows slightly curved, and I don't know if it was my dizziness.

I just regretted it suddenly: If she didn't wake up so early, would she personally feed me the medicine at this moment-in that shameful but unforgettable way.

Supervising me to drink the medicine, she faintly asked: "Your Highness has a good rest." She said that she wanted to leave.

Of course I can't just leave her alone-let alone sleep for so long, I am not half sleepy now. I was determined to take the initiative before, so how can I miss the slightest chance to get along with her?

"Wait." My voice was still a bit uncomfortable when I first woke up, and my voice was hoarse. I was afraid that she didn't hear clearly, and the action preceded her consciousness. I stretched out my hand and grabbed the hem of her clothes. The meaning of —— the delicate and beautiful appearance of this copy, even the iron heart is not indifferent, "Don't, don't go."

Sure enough, she took a stiff step, did not stop, but turned her head back and asked me: "What's the matter? Where is it uncomfortable?" Her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she was very worried, teaching me to my heart. Yixi, the confidence to keep her a little bit more.

"I have something to ask you... Sit down and talk to me, okay?" I let go of the hand holding her clothes, leaned back while pulling the quilt, and tilted my head to observe her expression carefully.

Hearing this, she hesitated for a while, but still softly responded.

After dragging the only chair in the room and sitting by the bed, he tucked the quilt for me. Although his expression was calm and close, his actions were gentle and considerate: "What do you want to ask?"

It was originally just an excuse to keep her, but when she said it, she really had a lot of questions waiting for her to answer: "Is this Baiyun Valley?"

She nodded.

Seeing her serious look, I couldn't help but teasing her, deliberately opened the quilt and glanced at it, and asked embarrassedly: "My clothes...you changed it for me?"

She was a little surprised that I would ask this, but she nodded for a moment, and then asked, "Yes...but what's wrong?"

——Of course not! You have taken care of others!

I only dare to yell in my heart, but I also understand that this is something that cannot be blatantly accused of her.

Because I'm the same woman as her, it's not a big deal to change clothes, and I have to thank her in turn... But thinking about it, I can't suppress the burnt face and shame in my heart.

"That means... you watched me from head to toe?" With a light cough, I stared into her eyes and asked straightforwardly.

"That's for..." She frowned, seemingly confused, and also seemingly unhappy with the tone of my questioning.

"You have to be responsible." Realizing her dissatisfaction, I still said sternly.

"..." Then there was a flustered silence.

I peeked at her and saw her pursing her lips tightly without saying a word. Then she got up suddenly, pushed her hem, knelt on the cold ground, hung her head and said dumbly, "Subordinates deserve death. Leave it to His Highness."

I never imagined that my somewhat joking complaint would cause her to react like this, and I felt wronged and disappointed. I bit my lip so hard that I wouldn’t cry astray: "Who said I should punish you? Now...you, get up first!"

She stood up, but stood far away, no longer close, between her eyebrows and her eyebrows were the coldness that taught me to love and hate - I used to love her like a fairy, but now I hate her indifference to the dust. Although it is close at hand, it seems to be far away, as if I can't get into her eyes, let alone touch her heart.

"Jiang Zhuo, I didn't mean to blame you, don't get me wrong." I waited eagerly for her answer, and after a while I saw her nodded indifferently, "I just want you to promise me one thing. "

"His Royal Highness, please." She raised her eyebrows, noncommittal-but I could feel the seemingly invisible alienation from her, as if an invisible barrier had been erected.

Suppressing the inexplicable panic, I settled down, and then said: "Since we have left the palace and left Guanlan City, then you should not call yourself your Highness as a subordinate."

She clearly nodded her head and said, "The boss?"

"Oh, it's not!" I am annoyed by her slowness, but I know that I can't blame her, but I don't know it with her. Looking at the situation, if I don't say anything, she probably can't think of it. I thought I was teasing deliberately, deliberately making things difficult for her-my heart was stubborn, and I didn't care about being shy, "I want...you call my name."

"This... is not ceremonial." She paused, and her first reaction was to refuse.

Although I anticipated her answer, I still felt a little hurt, and asked nonchalantly: "Why do you have to stick to etiquette when you are away from home? Don't you think my name sounds good?"

"Naturally not." She frowned, with a look of helplessness, but she was more humane than she was just now, "It's just... the courtesy can't be abandoned."

I realized that she was a little loose, so I hurriedly stepped up and said, "In a little while, I will give a ritual...I will take the word Jianxin for myself, and you will call me Jianxin from now on, okay? "

In Dawu, aristocratic women who have reached the age of eighteen and have performed Shao Li usually have their elders pick the words.

I don't care about the form, I just want to hear her call my name in my own heart-this may be the last point of contact between me and myself.

She still hesitated, and I had to take a step back: "Only when we are alone, call my words, okay?"

Maybe it was because my pitiful tone of voice was too deliberate. She finally raised her eyes and looked at me. The deep eyes were complex that I couldn't understand; I taught her to stare at her intently, as if she was standing naked and hanging. In front of him, she saw thoroughly from the inside out, which made me unconsciously nervous.

"...Jane Xin." There was a long silence. When I thought she would not agree, I heard her whisper softly, as if sighing—for the first time, I felt that my name could be It's so beautiful.

Maybe my gaze was too eager, she pursed her mouth after she said, and a touch of reassurance crossed her face, which made me feel embarrassed as well.

In order to avoid the embarrassment at this moment, I thought about it, and then asked the whereabouts of the other guards.

Her face turned pale, and she was silent for a while again, but this time the silence was a little serious.

A cold in my heart, I saw her clenching the pottery bowl in her hand seemingly unconsciously, and whispered: "...They are all dead."

"What's going on?" I couldn't think of this answer. All those charming thoughts of acting like a baby were scattered all over the place in a moment, leaving only full of self-blame and guilt.

"Oh, blame your minions for not being at home!" I was about to ask in detail, when I heard a frivolous and disdainful voice interjecting in, "It's true that Baiyun Valley is your back garden. Come, go if you want?"

As the door was pushed open roughly, a seductive-looking man rushed in.

It’s hard for me to describe this man in other words. It’s only because of his Adam’s apple that I can tell his gender—a man looks like this, and it’s nothing new in Dawu where women are respected, but yes. I am still a big shock.

Almost reflexively, I diverted my eyes and didn't look at him; besides, I don't know if it was my over-attentiveness. I always felt that he had an inexplicable hostility towards me, even more so that I was awkward towards him.

——Who is this person?

Have I ever offended him?