Heartburn

"His Royal Highness, do you want to get up?" When I was holding the quilt at a loss, I heard the door being tapped a few times, and then a slightly childish male voice sounded, with a cautious temptation in his voice.

"What time is it?" I rubbed the bedding again, I rolled over lazily, and asked in a loud voice.

"It's already time to go back to your Highness." The voice replied immediately.

——Is that around ten o'clock?

No wonder my stomach is so hungry that it starts to hurt.

"His Royal Highness, can you let the slave come in and serve?" The voice asked in a low voice again before waiting for my response.

"Come in." After thinking about it, I opened the quilt and sat up, and agreed.

"Yes." The owner of the voice pushed the door in. He was a handsome young man looking at his eyes. With the corner of his eyes raised, he was born with a romantic and affectionate look. The ordinary one who raised his eyes seemed to be glaring--I don't know. It's not that I'm too worried.

I subconsciously gathered up the messy sleeping clothes, I watched the boy come forward, squatted to support my feet-enduring the awkwardness in my heart, I let him put on my shoes for me. ??。. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

However, before the breath was released, I saw that he had taken the clothes that had taken one side again, and he was about to put it on for me. I gritted my teeth. I still kept the original action and didn't avoid it.

In my heart, he was constantly doing self-building: just put on clothes, nothing else happened, as long as he was treated as a little girl.

If he refuses his service now, maybe he will be taught him to think that he did not do a good job to offend me, and even cause Yan Ke to misunderstand and punish him, then it is my fault...

I was thinking about it, but I felt that his hands were getting more and more irregular, and his body was leaning towards me intentionally or unintentionally. If I change this scene, I can’t help but teach me that he is deliberately seduce me---think about it. , This makes sense in the great Wu country where women are superior to men and men are inferior to men.

Shocked, he couldn't help but leaned back to avoid his hand, and shouted sharply: "What are you doing!"

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened for unknown reasons, and a shy blush appeared on his face: "Of course the slave is here... to serve your Highness..."

——I just put on a dress for help. Where did so many small actions come from?

I flicked his hand away displeasedly, put on my coat, buttoned up, and pulled my hair to hang him aside.

He was even more aggrieved than me. With red eyes, he retracted his hand, knelt at my feet suddenly, raised his head and asked weepingly: "His Royal Highness, but what did the slave do wrong?"

Sighing, I saw him crying pitifully, and my anger disappeared a lot. After all, it was shameful to see people like this, so I had to calm down and comfort him in turn: "It's none of your business, but the king himself is in a bad mood; I don't need you to wait here, so let's step back."

He responded softly, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, saluted me, and then left respectfully.

I waited for him to exit the door, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

I washed it at will, and didn’t care about the waist-length hair. I let it hang around. I straightened my clothes in front of the mirror. The episode was left behind.

However, the beautiful teenagers who approached me with various excuses gradually taught me that they were very unpredictable, but roughly the same. Even the curvature of the corners of the mouth when smiling is exactly the same. It can be seen that they are adjusted and taught. Their people have worked hard, and they have been deliberately trained in the expressions that move people the most, even I have to boast of being careful.

But this care doesn't need to be on the right path, and it's calculated on me, so it's not very pleasant.

I probably guessed that this was Yan Ke’s handwriting, otherwise these teenagers would not be able to get close to me at all, let alone try to get closer to me again and again-in normal times, they would have been accompanied by a long time ago. ?? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The guard and the hidden Guardian Wuhua are tied up, where can they come and go freely?

Now, the guards are watching their noses and noses, and turning a blind eye. They should have been ordered by Yan Ke and let them go by acquiescence.

I can also vaguely guess Yan Ke’s intentions-seeing Kuang Xiqing’s imperial marriage day getting closer, the son of the emperor will soon become the new master of the backyard of the palace. If he can support a few favored servants before him , Fighting against him can curb his influence in the palace; it would be great if one of these servants could give birth to a son and a half.

There was also the shield of Kuang Xihan's frailty and frailty. Since Baiyungu came back, this layer of support has disappeared. Regarding Yan Ke's arrangement, I can't think of a righteous word of refusal-passing on from generation to generation, it is these ancients that One of the most important things, and the former Kuang Xihan, never resisted this matter between men and women.

Because I don't care, I don't resist.

But I am not here after all, so I can't accept the unfeeling union; besides, if I have someone who cares, how can I go against my heart and be with others?

Yan Ke's kindness could only be disappointed.

I was upset and didn't know how to talk to Yan Ke. I changed into a low-key casual clothes and quietly left the palace with two guards to relax.

My body is no longer as weak as it was at the beginning, and Yan Ke no longer restrained me to recuperate. He only sent a stack of silver tickets, called a team of guards to protect him secretly, and let me go out.

With a huge sum of money in his arms and guards behind him, he was supposed to have no scruples, wandering around and became interested, molested a few good boys, bought a few shop stalls, and acted as a dwarf lord; It’s no good to help the poor people who sell themselves to bury their relatives and buy back a few lonely homeless children. It’s also a good thing... However, after wandering in the street for half an hour, yawning and beating countless people, I still can’t afford it. Half interest.

Perhaps, it's not that this flowery world is uninteresting, but that the person who can impress me is not around.

"His Royal Highness, are you going to rest in the teahouse? I heard that the storytelling in this Jukun Building is so brilliant, even the nobles love to join in the fun." Bing San is a dull man, but Bing Si is used to watch my words and look at me, seeing me bored. Looks like, immediately came up to propose.

After thinking about it, I agreed—the entertainment of the ancients is nothing special after all. Compared with the feasting and feasting of modern people, it is very poor. I don’t plan to go to the legendary sensual place for entertainment, so go to the teahouse. It’s also a good idea to listen to the storytelling in the book.

As for whether I will hear Kuang Xihan's "brilliant deeds", I have taken it lightly, and just check out and leave.

Near noon, the teahouse was very lively, and it took quite a few twists and turns to sit in the private seat of the box; if I hadn't stopped him, Bing San would probably abandon the hands of the shopkeeper who stepped up and down.

Ordered some special dishes and ordered a pot of wine, I beckoned to sit down together-following me all the way, I must be hungry.

The two looked at each other, and at first they refused. I couldn't bear to let my face become cold, half persuaded and half threatening to order, and then sat down flattered, holding the bowl, holding the nearby vegetables, and eating cautiously. Up.

I didn't care about them. While holding the vegetables, I listened to the storyteller downstairs waking up, cleared my throat, and told a strange story about the fox fairy in the mountains.

This story doesn’t sound strange, but it’s just a package of the story of "Liao Zhai" that I used to be familiar with. The glamorous and charming fox fairy became a male, the delicate and elegant book became a female, and the rest was changed to soup. Without changing the medicine, it’s the same, and it’s hard for these tea diners to listen with gusto--even Bing San Bing Si put on a posture of listening attentively, and taught me to sigh in secret: one side of the water and soil raises the other side, myself and this woman There is still a generation gap in respecting the world.

I listened to them with uninterested interest. After the second game started, I knew that it was time to leave... This storyteller was also bold, and he was shocked. He was talking about the rich and powerful. The story, and the person who is vaguely referred to is not me, who is Ling Wang?

So as not to be embarrassed, or to demolish the teahouse, I took the money away and took the two of them out, awkwardly, and passed the untouched pot of wine.

After wandering aimlessly on the street for a long time, before I knew it, the sky was sinking and the lights were beginning to shine.

I ordered a bowl of freshly-made wontons on the street. The soup was clear and delicious, with thin skins and enough fillings. It was delicious; watching the three and three and four bowls each ate two large bowls, the stall owner laughed from ear to ear, I I also ate a few more, but in the end it was holding on.

After paying the money, rubbing his stomach and walking back slowly, thinking it was time to return home.

This time, my heart was always empty, as if something was missing, it would be better to stay in the house instead.

Passing by the teahouse where I listened to books during the day, the lights were brightly lit and the guests came like a cloud. It seemed that the business was quite prosperous. Could it be that the storyteller mocked me?

Although the Ling Wang they despised was not me, but I have gradually adapted to Kwong Xihan’s identity. I am not happy to hear others belittle myself like this; I wandered in front of the teahouse for a while, just unwilling to leave like this. .

Seeing my hesitation, Bing Si leaned forward flatteringly and asked for instructions: "Master, do you want to tie up that storyteller and send it to the government office to eat a board?"

"No, this king can't care about her." He gave her an angry glance, and some of them couldn't understand her thoughts of bullying and bullying, but they couldn't talk about it and just gave up.

I shook the hip flask that I kept holding my hands, I looked up at the roof of the tea house, and suddenly a bold thought came up: "This king is going to sit there and listen to books--no money."

I understand that this is very dangerous and naive, and it seems to others that it is not four or six, but I just want to do it-no longer a cautious simple heart, but a casual and unrestrained Kuang Xihan.

I want to try and see what it feels like to be a wayward prince.

Of course, C. Three and C. Four did not dare to disobey the solemn order of me, and helped me to sit down on the roof cautiously, guarding me one by one, for fear that I might make a mistake and fall.

In fact, the roof looks dangerous, steep and narrow, but the ridgeline is one foot wide. It is very stable while sitting. The height of the kiss beasts on both sides is suitable for relying on. As long as it is not deliberately pushed and shoved, there is no need to worry about falling. .

Therefore, I waved my hand and drove the two of them farther, holding my head and looking to the sky.

The night sky is like a curtain, and the dark indigo is mixed with a touch of mysterious purple, which looks like a dream; in the dark color, there are countless bright stars, like a satin with diamonds, teaching people Can't help but want to reach out and touch.

I looked up and looked at it for a long time, until my neck became stiff and my eyes became sore, but I still stubbornly refused to move. Even I couldn't figure out where this stubbornness came from.

A gust of night breeze blew and shivered from the cold. I rubbed my arms and couldn't help but sneezed.

Suddenly, the shoulders warmed, and someone was wrapped in a cloak with rabbit fur. The familiar voice was cold and cold, but it seemed to hide endless tenderness: "It's night, come back."

With a hot heart, I finally understood what I was clinging to.

——Jiang Zhuo, you know, I have been waiting for you.