Heartburn

The craftsmanship of the cooks in the palace is naturally good, but I just remembered the phrase "staying in the palace" so I didn't know how to eat it. I just used it indiscriminately and lost my appetite.

Ting Qijian looked towards Kuang Xiqing, but when she saw that she was also looking at me meaningfully, I couldn't help but feel shocked.

She just listened to her with a soft smile: "How has Han'er's disease changed so much... the favorite food and drink in the past, but never touched it. Could it be that even your preferences have changed?"

"Emperor Sister is too worried... I just don't have an appetite." I took a bowl of soup and sipped slowly, and I barely smiled, not daring to look at her.

"I was negligent, Han'er, you have recovered from a serious illness. It is time to be more restrained." She licked her lips, but she also put down the dishes, stopped eating, and waved her hand to let the attendants behind her take things away.

"Emperor Sister, are you... full?" I watched her carelessly take the tea cup and rinse her mouth, smiling brightly-if I remember correctly, she only ate a few mouthfuls, according to The appetite of an adult woman, especially in Dawu, who has a stronger physique, is definitely not enough to be full.

"Since Han'er has no appetite, I will accompany you." She waved away the female officer who was frowning behind her as if she wanted to admonish, took my hand out of the penthouse, and came to the main hall in the middle. There are a few memorials left to be reviewed, and I will be sober on an empty stomach."

——She meant to share the joys and sorrows with me and hungry with me?

This is not a sweet talk, nor a thrilling catastrophe of life and death. It is just a simple sentence "I will accompany you", but it really made me feel moved.

Although, I feel that I am still more moved by the emotional control of Kuang Xihan's body; I really don't know what kind of complicated feelings she has for her sister.

The only thing I can be sure of is: this kind of affection has become a deadly obsession, and it has affected my judgment.

...But, the memorial?

I remember that Kwong Xihan is a powerful prince who has the right to participate in the decision-making of the government. For the emperor Kwong Xiqing, it is a real threat. It shouldn’t happen to let me be within three feet of myself, not to mention that she allowed me to enter. The main hall for dealing with political affairs-is Kwong Xihan too harmless to her, so she doesn't need to be wary, or is this another temptation?

To say that this is Kuang Xiqing's trust... Oh, I'm not naive enough to think that there can be unreserved trust under the imperial power, even between my sisters.

If it does, it belongs to Kuang Xihan—not me.

She took me to sit down together in the spacious grand teacher's chair that could hold two more of me, and pointed to the inkstone on one side: "Grinding for me."

I nodded silently, wondering how to grind out the smooth and rich ink, but Kuang Xiqing indifferently flipped through the several booklets on the table and didn’t mean to write. I couldn’t help thinking: she probably did it for Let me do something so that I don't get bored, so I just ordered it casually.

Unconsciously thinking, the line of sight involuntarily glided from the warm inkstone over her sculpted side face--according to the local aesthetics of Dawu country, Kuang Xiqing’s facial features are a perfect blend of the gentleness of men and the brilliance and beauty of women. Not Jiao, gentle, just a silhouette is beautiful enough to make people yearn for.

As an emperor, she should be cold and decisive. However, after just a few hours of getting along, I only felt her tenderness and closeness as a sister. What made me more difficult to understand was the legacy of Kuang Xihan. In one of the few memories, this seems to be the normal way for the two to get along.

That is to say, in Kuang Xihan's mind, this emperor sister is not as deliberately as Yan Ke said, but the relatives she relies on wholeheartedly...Perhaps, it is not just as simple as family affection.

She seemed to feel the gaze that I focused on her face, Kuang Xiqing turned her face slightly, glanced at me with a smile, and smoothly threw the memorial I was looking at before my eyes. The emotions in the deep black eyes were difficult to distinguish: "These people are getting bolder... Han'er might as well take a look."

With a sound of "pop", I was startled by the sound of the memorial being photographed on the table, and the moment my eyes met those black eyes, I immediately moved away-even I can't tell the panic that resembled a guilty conscience at that moment. It was because of what-she opened the memorial with the red cover to follow her meaning.

...Fu begging and furious, collecting literary and military honors, and rigorously instructed by the Ministry of Criminal Justice, according to the law of the country, the minister is dead and immortal.

Well, from the end, this is a melodrama of impeaching someone.

…All this reversal is clearly visible to people's eyes and ears, but the inner court fears misfortune but does not dare to speak, and the outer court is dumbfounded and does not dare to play.

Hey, looking forward, this melodrama lists more than a dozen crimes, and it is said to be the best, it seems that the impeached person is a heinous person.

...... The sage is in the imperial court, there are unscrupulous, turbulent and chaotic, such as the emperor's younger sister dominates the king.

Hey, the label at the beginning is familiar; I remember, Kwong Xihan's title seems to be King Ling.

In that case, the memorial that Kwong Xiqing showed me was actually impeaching me?

What does she mean?

Warning, or a means of wooing?

I closed the melodies and silently put them back on the top of the stack of stacks beside her, looking up at her, trying to see a little clue from her expression.

She took out the memorial along with several other books, and threw them aside at random. She gave me a smirk and looked at me, seemingly a little bit puzzled: "I was surprised, Han'er was not angry. If it were the past, I've been pestering me for a long time to copy these performers and ask them to cut off their homes. Why are they so good today? Could it be that I was seriously ill, and even lost a lot of temper?"

"What's the use of being angry, can it be able to block your mouth?" I subconsciously replied, but I couldn't help but secretly said that it was bad: This does not seem to be in line with Kuang Xihan's temperament.

Sure enough, Kuang Xiqing turned over the rest of the memorials, and the faint glance made me feel frightened--the eyebrows that could not be more delicate, and the smile that could not be more gentle, how could there be so much coolness for no reason?

...... Probably it's because of my carelessness.

"Han'er is really grown up...I feel so relieved." She didn't say anything, and dropped the memorials on the table--unknowingly, they had been stacked in three stacks, and I had seen them before. That book belongs to, but it is the most-took my hand and slowly walked to the palace on the other side of the corridor.

I noticed that the ground gradually became moist; when some familiar temple doors appeared in front of me, I suddenly realized: This is the emperor's imperial bath.

Is she going to take me here to take a bath?

No, the point should be, is she going to take a bath with me...?

My face flushed unconsciously because of this obvious fact, and this sudden shame was for the purpose of being naked in front of someone I don't know yet, or for some other emotions that I can't explain clearly.

I was still thinking about this issue until I was led into the steamy inner hall and waited to take off my outer robe.

At this moment, I felt that the lapels of my chest were being touched. I waved away the opponent's hand reflexively and took a step back. I hit the person behind me too hard and almost slipped to the ground.

After finally stabilizing myself, I swallowed back the exclamation that was about to exit, and silently turned my head to look at Kuang Xiqing-she was casually opening her hands, waiting for the attendant to take off her clothes, without feeling anything wrong. It seems normal for a servant to take care of bathing and changing clothes.

When she raised her eyebrows and handed out a questioning look indifferently, my heart suddenly stunned: How did I forget that my current identity is a member of the top of the feudal ruling group, a rich and beautiful, The pampered and privileged class is the Ling Wang-Kuang Xihan who will never feel uncomfortable because someone serves the bath.

"Nothing." I stroked my sleeves to hide my embarrassment. I shook my head, controlling myself not to think about the group of beautiful young boys who were not as weak as Kuang Xiqing. Some of them were holding a bath. Towels, fragrant pancreas and other bathing utensils waited aside without squinting, while the rest took off my clothes gently and quickly.

As my skin gradually exposed to the air, I felt a layer of goose bumps on my body-although the temperature in this temple was just right, it didn't make people feel a bit of coolness.

I think I still can’t accept the customs and favors of Dawu country in such a short period of time, ranging from the marriage system of polyandry to the tradition of attending to the bathing. Perhaps the most unacceptable thing for me is this young man. Beautiful but weak and abnormal body, as well as her noble identity accompanied by heavy fog, and the shackles she can't get rid of.

"Go down." Kuang Xiqing's voice seemed a little distorted in the white misty hall, especially under the influence of the sound of "crashing" into the water, I almost missed her words; but the young men who served meticulously executed it. Her orders, including the attendant who was about to take off the last obscene clothes for me, stopped immediately after her voice, and did not dare to hesitate.

Everyone put down the things in their hands, bowed and bowed, and quietly exited the inner hall, as if they had never entered before-I felt a long breath of relief from my chest.

After holding back a sigh, I peeled off the last cover myself, turned and walked towards the wide pool made of jade.

The water is a bit hot, but it teaches people to relax, my brows can't help but loosen, and I sink into the water in the chest.

Kwong Xiqing leaned against the other side of the pool and closed her eyes to rest, and her eyebrows were calm and peaceful-I found it difficult for me to look away from the dazzling white skin and beautiful collarbone.

I have always known that a woman's body can be intriguingly beautiful, but what I never expected is: one day, I will be surprised by this beauty to... almost sinking.