Heartburn

The carriage swayed bumpy, even though the cushion underneath was three times thicker, it still caused my back pain, and it made me dizzy, as if my internal organs were about to move—this carriage It is said that it is the best car that can be found in the entire Baiyun Valley, but it is still much inferior to the carriage in the palace. It taught me that this delicate body, which has been corrupted by the evil privileged class, is unbearable.

However, when the carriage was not traveling long, I was no longer thinking about whether to sit comfortably. The messenger sent by Kuang Xiqing and the soldiers of the Imperial City Army surrounded my carriage for three and three floors and taught me. You can only see a piece of black armor and dust when you drive the curtain.

As my personal guard, Jiang Zhuo rode his horse and walked alone in the farthest corner that I could barely see. It was a bit cold to my breath, even if I wanted to explain to her, Even so far away, in front of so many people, there is no way to speak.

Thinking of waiting for each other to calm down before discussing the marriage that fell from the sky...Maybe this delay will be delayed until the moment when he returns to Guanlan City, Lingwang Mansion, officially accepts the imperial decree.

After sending away the female officer and the palace attendant, Yan Ke couldn't wait to drag me into the study-I could only look at Jiang Zhuo's unrelenting back and turned away sadly.

"His Royal Highness, this matter is quite strange!" After closing the door, Yan Ke walked around the room with his hands in his hands, frowning, and the teacher couldn't help but become anxious.

"Aunt Yi Ke saw that the emperor's sister is the son of the emperor bestowed by the king. What do you want?" I thought about the Qingya son who I met in Wendu Zechang. How could he not be able to connect with his future partner? together.

——The only partner I have identified in this life is Jiang Zhuo.

Besides, whether it is a man or a woman, beauty or ugliness, it has nothing to do with me.

"His Royal Highness, they are trying to weaken your power, and even blatantly insert the spies into the palace's inner house!" Yan Ke slapped angrily on the table, and then frowned, "Fu Yunchong, the old fox is also cruel. No hesitate to use the eldest son as a bargaining chip, no wonder it is that person's most important confidant."

"This marriage...what if the king disagrees? Can they still force the marriage to fail!" I was also contaminated by her worries, and became uneasy.

"This... is the imperial decree-given marriage, but also passed the clear road of Zongzheng Temple. I am afraid that it is not easy to shirk. If she is held accountable for resisting decree, it will be even more unfavorable to your highness!" Baishun's Yan Ke said so, showing that this marriage is imperative.

"This king knows." I wanted to smile comfortingly at her, but I was bitter in my heart, I couldn't laugh anymore, and I didn't force myself anymore, just nodded calmly, "Aunt Ke, don't worry, this king will take care of the overall situation."

"His Royal Highness has been wronged." Yan Ke patted the back of my hand with relief, with a proud look of "my family has a young girl."

Watching her leave, I closed my eyes tiredly and threw myself into the chair heavily—heh, in the end, could I still escape this fate?

As a married person, what qualifications do I have to pursue my beloved one?

"Come on, this king wants to drink." I opened the door and invited a waiting attendant. I whispered, after thinking about it, I asked him to be careful not to disturb other people, so I let him go.

I heard that during the time I was away, Xiao Chan had been sold out because of a crime. I vaguely guessed that he was a meticulous work placed by my side with an ulterior purpose, but after all, it was me. The first person I saw in this world was more or less sad...If this happened before my eyes, I don't know if I would be soft-hearted again and couldn't help but intercede for him.

I don’t know how Yan Ke was aware of Xiao Chan’s flaws, let alone where he fell after being sold. Even after I asked Yan Ke, she just taught me not to worry about such trivial matters and refused to deal with him. Let me elaborate, I think it will not end well.

Kuang Xihan used to be weak and had a weird temper. Most of the attendants around him did not stay long. Since Xiao Chan, there has been no personal servants. Yan Ke reassigned me with the intention of reassigning me, but I refused—I can’t guarantee these people. Whether it will be implicated by me, but I really don't want to experience this kind of helpless daze.

After a while, the awkward waiter cautiously dived into my room with a jug of wine.

I grabbed a small gold naked child from the makeup box and gave it to him. I didn't allow anyone to come in and bother. I poured a full glass of wine and drank it with my neck up.

Smack, smack your mouth, didn’t taste any spicy taste, but don’t have a fragrant sweetness lingering on the tip of your tongue, it seems that the little slippery head still didn’t get the strongest burning knife as I ordered, but chose it perfunctorily. This kind of fruit wine with a low degree of strength...not to mention, it is only a whim to use wine to pour your sorrows, and calm down, and you are less impulsive.

This body is already weak. Although Wei Shu has removed the toxins from my body, he still needs to be fine-tuned, and I can't stand the toss of alcoholism; I will be disheartened and will not take my body. Health is joking.

However, no matter how low the alcohol content is, it can still be intoxicatingly aged. Most of the pot is down, my cheeks are already hot, and my eyes are no longer clear-otherwise, how could I see Jiang Zhuo with a worried face standing in front of me? What?

Didn't she hate me and wish she could stay as far away as possible?

How could it appear here?

......Oh, I must be drunk, thinking day by day and dreaming at night, this is the hallucination.

It’s good if you can stay warm with her for a while through Jiu Jin.

"Jiang Zhuo, Jiang Zhuo..." You know how much I like you.

This must be dreaming.

In a dream, I can hold her unscrupulously in my arms, I can touch her straight and handsome eyebrows, and even, I can kiss her soft and fragrant thin lips—the incredible touch that teaches people like Falling into the clouds, lingering forever, I don't know what tonight.

Only in the dream, she would smile at me softly, stroke my cheek and sigh helplessly, and softly persuade: "I am here."

I can’t help but hope: how good would it be if this is true?

"Jiang Zhuo, I don't want to marry any husband. The only person I want to marry is you." I murmured, holding her waist.

"I won't marry." She gently pushed me away, her pretty brows frowned, and she shook her head slightly. Although her expression was natural, she came with unquestionable firmness.

I couldn't help getting frustrated, and buried my head in silence in her belly.

For a moment, I remembered that this was in a dream. Even if it was a dream, does that mean... I can do whatever I want and do things that I want to do in my daily life, but have never dared to do?

Maybe it's wine brave, or it's just that this longing has been suppressed for too long, as long as such a slight flutter, it will burn all my sanity like a spark.

I immersed my head, and took a bite through the clothes. I felt the muscles between my teeth suddenly stiffen, and it was probably painful.

Even if I thought it was in a dream, I still couldn't bear to teach her a little bit of pain, so I didn't push hard any more, but rubbed that place with my cheek; but I didn't relax at that place, but became tighter— In this way, it is really an exceptionally realistic dream.

But, why can't I still teach me what I want in my dream?

Why can't she respond to my feelings in the dream?

I hugged her waist unwillingly, clambered up on her shoulders, leaned close to her face, rubbed gently, and asked almost imploringly: "Then I will marry you, OK?"

Money, status, fame, I don't need anything, as long as I can be with Jiang Zhuo.

So... can you give me a chance—even if it's just a dream, I'm content.

Probably my obsession really played a role and changed the direction of the dream. Jiang Zhuo did not push me away, nor shook her head to refuse.

She picked me up, put me in the soft bed, leaned forward to take off my shoes, socks and outer shirt, pulled the quilt, and tucked the quilt around, so gentle that people could not believe it.

Lying down under her strength and being cleverly wrapped in a quilt, I stared at her beautiful side face in a daze, for fear that with a blink of my eyes, the dream would wake up, and the gentle and considerate **** in front of me Zhuo disappeared like a bubble phantom.

"...Okay." After taking care of everything, she put down the curtain and whispered before turning around.

When I got excited, I hurriedly pulled the hem of her clothes and asked nonchalantly: "What do you mean by saying yes? I don't understand."

She gently brushed away my hand, and before the sour and lost emotions raged, she held my chin, and dropped a feather-like kiss on my lips, with a pious expression as if to complete a solemn ritual, teaching me My heart moved, as if being scratched by that feather.

"I said, I will marry you," she curled her lips slightly, smiling softly and beautifully, "If Qing is willing to marry, I will marry."

"Retractor?" I stretched out my little finger-although it was a bit naive, I just wanted to do it.

"Retractor." She shook her head, but she was also naive with me, and the petting in her eyes taught me to sink deeply...

At noon the next day, I woke up from the headache of a hangover, wiped my face, and looked at the empty and cold room. I buried my face in the pillow and couldn't help laughing at myself. It was just a dream.

——If she is willing to marry me, I am too happy to have time, so how can I refuse?

I'm afraid it is... she refused.