Heartburn

I had a dream.

Perhaps this is not a dream, but a fragmented fragment of the past. I have myself in the dream, Kuang Xiqing, Yan Ke, and even Lu Xiuzhu and Kuang Xizhao, but there is no one I want to see the most-Jiang Zhuo.

It was as if she had disappeared completely in my world.

I was so frightened that I woke up suddenly, sore and unable to sit up, so I had to breathe in large mouths to calm my self-excessive heart rate.

The memory quickly returned to the basket at this moment, and it taught me to suddenly realize the cause of my physical discomfort.

Those blurred eyes, ambiguous breathing, frantic entanglement... everything is definitely not my dream, but something that actually happened.

I had planned to break up with Jiang Zhuo, but in the end I went to Wushan with her inexplicably; instead, the unresolved entanglement became even more fettered.

——Where did it go wrong?

The veil on the top is festive red, the incense in the air is a common smell in my room, and even the thickness of the bedding I’m most used to—this is what Yan Ke specially arranged for my wedding. Room, not the room that was so drunk that I was reluctant to leave.

The person who has been obsessed with me all night is no longer around.

The heart is like falling to the bottom in an instant.

"His Royal Highness, are you awake?" A gentle male voice faintly sounded by the couch, and I realized that I was not alone.

Looking sideways, the man in the silver-red auspicious suit stood with his hands down, respectfully waiting a foot away from the bed, not knowing how long he had been there.

"You're Fu..." I cleared my throat, and suddenly remembered that he had said his name as if he had emphasized it a long time ago. Now I am his nominal wife, so it's hard to call him Master Fu easily. I have to teach people to realize that the relationship between me and Wang Fu is cold, which is not good for anyone, so he changed his mouth forcibly, "Zhen Zhen, what time is it now?"

He raised his eyes and looked over, as if surprised at me calling his name, and a little bit happy, he quickly replied: "Go back to your Highness, just after the hour has passed."

——At least I haven't slept until three poles in the sun, but it's not far away.

Fortunately, there are no elders above who need to offer morning tea, and getting up later will not hinder things. At most, I will teach the next two to whisper a few frivolous and intemperate gossips.

"Last night...huh, why were you in this royal room?" I asked him about how I came back, but with some scruples, I had to vaguely move over to see how he answered— —After all, he is my royal husband. On the wedding night, I left him to find someone else. I haven't returned all night. So I hit him in the face. If the servants of the Emperor's Mansion find out, I am afraid that he is the majesty of the righteous monarch. There is only one joke left.

The matter with Jiang Zhuo did not happen on my own initiative, but in the end it happened. To be honest, I don't regret it, but I feel a little ashamed when I face Fu Zhenzhen-anyway, I always lost him.

"It was only a moment before Ugly in the morning. It was your Highness's guard who sent your Highness back. At that time, your Highness was asleep. The slave didn't dare to wake you up, so he stayed on the side until you woke up." He approached carefully. On the bed, he lifted the curtain and asked softly, "His Royal Highness would like to take a shower? Hot water is ready."

According to him, it was Jiang Zhuo who quietly sent me back when I was asleep, and unknowingly sent me to the Xifang, pretending to be like I never left; Bing San, who wants to be an insider, has no guts. Even if Fu Zhenzhen complained to Yan Ke, he would only rot the matter in his stomach and would never preach it everywhere.

I saw the blackness of him right now, which is enough to prove that he didn't sleep well at night, and the reason he just wanted to come was also true, which made my guilt a little deeper.

"It's hard work." I nodded, trying to lift the quilt and got up. I realized that it was wrong when I put my hand on the quilt, but I saw him eagerly bending over, waiting for me to reach out and help. When I refused, I suddenly felt like a barb in my throat.

Cruel, I resisted the discomfort of the lower body, and slowly stood up-I still had a knee-length bedclothes on my body, which could cover my body and prevent me from being too embarrassed.

Although I acquiesced that he was my husband, and promised to give him corresponding honor, I really didn't prepare to expose myself in front of him - and I didn't plan to do so.

Except for the person I like, I don't want others to see my body, not to mention that I had a close relationship with Jiang Zhuo last night, even if she doesn't admit it, my heart and my people are completely hers.

I will not do anything to sorry her. This is my loyalty to this relationship and my bottom line.

With my current body, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the special bath in the house, so that I don't want to stir up people, and it is better to solve it in the bathtub in the room.

He helped me to the screen, and ordered the attendant to pour hot water into the wooden barrel and sprinkle the calming petals on it. After the attendant left, he took a few steps forward and made a gesture to undress me.

I took a few steps back abruptly, bumping into the bath tub unexpectedly, my back was knocked on the side, and I was sweating from the pain, probably blue.

"His Royal Highness! Are you okay!" He was also taken aback, and hurriedly followed up to pick up my clothes to check the injury.

I grabbed his hand, endured the pain and said, "This king is fine, you can go down and rest first, and this king will just wash it yourself."

"His Royal Highness? Let the slave serve you..." He looked at me puzzledly, still persistent.

I took a deep breath, embarrassed but beyond doubt, so I coldly scolded: "The king doesn't like someone next to him in the bath."

"It's the slave who has crossed over. Your Royal Highness forgive the sin, and the slave...retire now." He turned pale, finally bowed his head, bowed, reluctantly retreated to the door, and gently closed the door.

"...I'm sorry." My apology stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say it in front of him.

Licking my dry lips, making sure that no outsiders were present, I immediately took off my bedding and stepped into the wooden barrel-the warm water filled with the fragrance of petals, surrounded my body, and taught me to finally relax Come down.

I picked up a handful of water mixed with petals and poured it on my neck, and wiped it twice at random, but found that the petals seemed to stick to the surface of the skin; I rubbed vigorously again until the skin felt a tingling pain. I suddenly realized that it was not a petal, but a magenta...hickey.

From the neck gradually down, almost covering every corner of the body, you can imagine how fierce the battle last night. I didn't want to leave a mark on her back, and glanced at my fingers subconsciously-the nails were plump and round, trimmed very smoothly, and they shouldn't be scratched too hard.

Fortunately, Fu Zhenzhen was sent out, and there was no attendant watching it, otherwise I would not be able to explain where the traces of happiness came from... Can't it be said that it was a bug bite?

I laughed self-deprecatingly. I leaned against the wall of the tub, closed my eyes and rested, waiting for the soreness of my whole body to fade a little bit; I was afraid that some ointment would be needed for this trace, and it would be impossible to eliminate it in two or three days.

As I was thinking, I seemed to hear some subtle movements in my ears, and I opened my eyes vigilantly, but saw a figure appearing outside the screen.

"Who's where? Zhen Zhen? Didn't you say not to disturb the king?" I shrank myself in the tub and asked coldly, but I secretly cried out: If he insists on breaking in, neither will I Ways to stop it, let alone blame him, teach him to see the small things, it is embarrassing to see these traces.

When I was nervous, the figure also walked in silently-after seeing her, I first breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment I blushed abruptly, I don't know if I should find something to cover her hot eyes, or I can't catch it. An inch of body.

"What are you doing?" I was extremely embarrassed, but I didn't want to show anything on the face. I looked her eyes directly and asked faintly.

——Send me back to Xifang quietly in the morning. Isn't it just an idea that nothing happened?

That being the case, I followed her heart without mentioning it, just treating it as a dream last night.

She did not hesitate to walk closer, and before I frowned and tried to stop her, she kept walking behind me, her warm palms on my shoulders, and taught me to give a shock-- The fit on the palm is like a conductive switch. With a light touch, the fragments that I had deliberately forgotten last night flooded my mind and taught me to get hot from head to toe.

"Stop, stop! In broad daylight, you, you, you..." I hurriedly stopped her for fear that she would do anything extraordinary, her voice was trembling, and her tone changed, worrying that someone would rush in and break this in the next moment. all.

"Don't worry, it's not what you think," her voice was low, and there was a soothing tenderness in the palms on my shoulders, but I seemed to hear the slightest displeasure in her tone, "Just come and have a look. Is there a serious problem with your body?"

——Now that I care about my body, what did you do?

Besides, this kind of shameful thing, how good and how to say it!

I pressed down the arc of the corner of my mouth, and I couldn't stare at her, so I had to splash her backhand and express my indignation.

"What about it? Anyway, no one cares anyway...huh!" I cared about her very well, but I couldn't avoid a few awkward words on my lips. I pretended to be impatient and turned my head away, but in fact, I waited nervously. Her response.

I didn’t hear her answer for a long time, and I felt cold, but the next moment I felt that the shoulders were taught to knead lightly or hardly. Not only the shoulders, but also the acupuncture points on the back of the neck and arms were taken care of. Every inch of strength was just right, and taught me that she almost uttered aloud today—unexpectedly, she was good at massage; what was even more unexpected was that she would do it for me.

"Comfortable?" Seeing that I was intoxicated, she asked with a chuckle, her fingers fluttering between the collarbone, suggestively teasing.

After last night, I have understood the other side of her hiding under her indifferent appearance. She deliberately stabbed her a few words. She just fends off her irregular hands and pretends to reluctantly say: "Let's make a living."

I deliberately suppressed her arrogance, and didn't teach her to be too proud, thinking that just by pressing a few acupuncture points, it would be easy to uncover things even though the balance in my heart had already tilted toward her for the most part.

Alas, I can stick to the bottom line and principles against anyone, but in the face of Jiang Zhuo, I have repeatedly lowered the bottom line and revised the principles. I am afraid that one day, I will give up everything for her-I'm so afraid of such a day.

At that time, am I still me?

She squeezed it for a while, and the water gradually lost its temperature, only her palms were still hot. I didn't speak, and quietly enjoyed this moment of getting along, but also knew that this was just an illusion of tenderness, and she always wanted to leave.

Taking a deep breath, I still opened my mouth with difficulty, trying to understand: "Jiang Zhuo, what am I to you?"

Annoying suitor?

Damn boss?

Or is it just the object of a one-night stand?

I don't care about the truth hurting others, just ask for an answer.

"Mountains have trees and trees have branches," she walked to my side, half-kneeled to face me, and said with a serious face, "Xin Yue Jun Xi... You know?"

"You, do you peek at what I wrote?" My first reaction was shocked that she actually turned over the manuscript I wrote when I was bored, and remembered the verses of another world; only then did she come back to her senses. Here-is she confessing to me?

In astonishment, I didn't know what to say, but looked at her blankly: "What do you mean by...?"

"Give me some time, I will take you away." She softened her eyes, took my hand to her mouth, gently kissed my fingertips, and promised word by word.

Staring at her with a faint smile, I think I finally understand the shock of "Suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms".