Heartburn

"His Royal Highness, you have been washing for almost half an hour, do you want a slave to come in and serve?" Wang Fu's voice suddenly came across a door, and the whole room was washed away with warmth. It also taught me a little uncomfortable feeling in my heart.

"No need," he felt the hand on his shoulder stagnant, and then took it back - I know that Jiang Zhuo is not as indifferent as on the surface - and hurriedly raised his voice to stop it, "Zhen Zhen, you go to the front hall first. Dinner, my king will arrive later."

"...Yes." The people outside the door didn't entangle themselves, and left with their orders altogether.

I quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly which action stirred Jiang Zhuo's nerves, only to hear her cold snort, leaning close to my ear and asking quietly, "Zhen Zhen...who is it?"

Unable to bear the numbness of the heat blowing through my earholes, I shrank my neck, and met her gloomy gaze unclearly: "Zhen Zhen is the name of Young Master Fu."

Due to her feelings, I wittily replaced the word "Wang Fu" with my real name.

But she didn't seem to thank me for being considerate. Instead, she seemed to be irritated, and even her voice became very low: "The call is really affectionate... Zhen Zhen, huh. The escape is Yaoyao, the Ye Zhenzhen, the son is home, Yiqi's family, it seems that His Royal Highness has already been interested in them, huh?"

"No, no, you misunderstood..." How could I have thought that I chanted the sentence in the "Book of Songs" casually in the garden last time. It was arty, and actually taught her to memorize the name of Fu Zhenzhen without authorization. Linked together, this is really wrong.

"Misunderstanding? What do you misunderstand?" She looked down at me with a hint of danger in her eyes.

"Uh..." This mouthful of flying jealousy was inexplicable, but I couldn't explain it to me. I could only blame myself: I read a poem that is not good, read the "Book of Songs" by Rao Shizi, and read which one is not good, but I prefer to read the "Book of Songs". Tao Yao"...Thousands shouldn't be, but they are married to a Zhengjun who is named Zhenzhen.

Perhaps of all my faults, only the one "married someone else" is the one that really cares about her.

"Should I be punished for making a mistake, eh?" she asked quietly, tapping my neck with her fingertips.

——Does this convict me without listening to the explanation?

No matter what, let her be happy.

"What should I see from Qing?" I smiled helplessly, and I looked up and waited for her to move.

She raised her eyebrows, looked at me carefully, suddenly leaned forward, bit my earlobe punishingly, and covered my mouth when I exclaimed that I was about to rush out.

The bite lasted for a while and then stopped. She probed her hand to test the temperature of the water, frowning.

I also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If it’s not that the bath water has already started to cool, I’m afraid I don’t know what else to do--but from another angle, does this mean that she cares about me?

I never thought that Jiang Zhuo, who looked cold and steady, would have such awkwardness and temperament... unexpectedly a little cute.

Unable to hold back a smile, I touched her cheek with my backhand, and when she looked over in annoyance, I took the opportunity to leaned in and gave a light and quick kiss to the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes widened suddenly, as if she hadn't expected my sneak attack, her cheeks became irresistibly faintly crimson, and she naturally showed the truest thoughts in her heart-she was shy.

I turned my face to snicker, and when I turned my head, she had disappeared into the room, as quietly as she appeared.

Well, this can be regarded as a rare opportunity for me to win back a city in the confrontation with her, right?

This idea taught me that I couldn't restrain the smile at the corner of my mouth when I went to the front hall to have a meal.

"His Royal Highness, what's so funny, it's fun to see you," Yan Ke glanced at me jokingly, and then glanced at Fu Zhenzhen, who bowed his head and didn't say anything, "Could it be that I married my relatives and became a family, too? Happy?"

Hearing what she said, Fu Zhenzhen looked up at me very quickly, a flash of shame on his face, and then immediately lowered his head and said nothing.

With a slight smile, I clung to the silver spoon to stir up the sweet and soft white fungus porridge, and shook my head lightly: "Nothing."

How am I ashamed to tell them: my happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy only change with one person, and the shame, annoyance, and annoyance printed in my mind are only one person's face-that person is not my nominal righteous monarch.

Seeing that I didn't want to say more, the two of them stopped asking more, and each spent their meals in silence. Except for an extra pair of chopsticks on the table, it seemed to be no different from usual.

But I know that Yan Ke did not relax his vigilance against the king's husband who was forced by the emperor, and Fu Zhenzhen never took it lightly and regarded himself as half the master of the palace.

Everyone's emotions are hidden under the calm surface, fermenting, or sedimenting.

In a flash, it was the day when the three dynasties returned to the door. According to the custom, I would accompany the Wang Fu back to Fu Mansion to see his family, and I would not be able to come back until after lunch.

Somehow, Jiang Zhuo, who had dodged me for three days because of embarrassment and leaving that day, suddenly appeared in the accompanying guard team, no matter how hard I winked at her, I just refused to come over.

As a last resort, I had no choice but to take advantage of the busyness of everyone packing up, rushing over in two or two steps, dragging her to the back of the carriage, lowering her voice and asking, "Why have you ignored me these few days? Are you angry?"

After all, she didn't directly ask why she wanted to follow Fu Mansion.

Isn't she...not sad?

Watching the lover and the nominal partner go home, if it is me, I am afraid that I will hide in the bed and cry bitterly.

"No." She pursed her lips, but the hand holding me tightened a little bit.

"Isn't it good to stay in the palace?" I asked again.

"It is the subordinate's responsibility to protect Your Highness." She replied stubbornly.

I gritted my teeth and broke away from her hand: "This king does not accept this answer."

She opened her mouth helplessly, her hands clenched into a fist. Before I was about to compromise, she finally seemed to have made some major determination. She slowly stretched out her hand and hooked my fingertips, sounding like a gnat. Said: "I want...to be with you, not to be separated anywhere."

--Ding.

I felt as if I was shot in the heart by a little boy who doesn't like to wear clothes, and even the sound of cheering sounded in my ears.

People who don't often talk about love words, once they talk about love words, it is simply a kill.

Turning around and taking a sneak peek, Gingsan cleverly blocked the sight of the others for me. I was bold enough to stand up and kiss Jiang Zhuo on the cheek-although it was a bit of a difference in height between us. Dissatisfaction, but the pleasure of seeing a beautiful woman quickly dissipated this dissatisfaction, and her pretending indifferent and unable to hide the blushing face taught me a sense of accomplishment spontaneously.

In fact, it doesn't feel bad to be a dude occasionally, especially when the object of molesting is your sweetheart.

"Okay, I agree." Reluctantly squeezed the palm of her hand. Seeing that the team was ready to set off, I followed Bing San to the exclusive carriage and got into the carriage.

In the carriage was Fu Zhenzhen, who had been waiting a long time ago; I nodded with him, and then I closed my eyes and calmed down, waiting to leave.

It was just not long after sitting down, I couldn't help but open the curtain to look for Jiang Zhuo's figure. Seeing her riding quietly on a horse, although she was silent, she was very elegant and calm. She couldn't look away from her. I don’t know since when, as long as it’s the occasion where she appears, she can always Recognizing her figure for the first time, finding her existence, as if she could only accommodate her, everyone was only a foil-probably this is what the so-called lover has in the eyes of beauty.

After the preparations were complete, the team started, and I had to casually put down my hand holding the curtain in Fu Zhenzhen's curious eyes, and leaned back to the original position.

During the bumps, I unconsciously began to think: If Jiang Zhuo is my rightful partner, is she the one who is sitting with me in the carriage at this moment?

Or I can sit in front of her, leaning in her arms, with her arms around her waist, her chin against her shoulders, and as the horse's back undulates, she clings to my back From time to time, her **** also rubbed lightly...the warmth and sweetness, which is exclusive to the love between lovers.

But this is just my fantasy after all, a... fantasy that is not easy to achieve.

Shaking my head with a wry smile, I got out of the carriage first after the carriage stopped, and glanced at the two majestic guardian beasts under the plaque of Fu Mansion, and the family members waiting in front of the door. I turned around and handed it to Fu Zhenzhen, holding it. He got out of the wagon, and when he landed and stood firmly, he naturally withdrew his hand-I certainly didn't miss the cold sight from someone, but I couldn't take care of that much at the moment.

Fu Yun Chong was waiting at the door with her family. Under the full view of everyone, even when acting, I had to be sincere and reasonable. I couldn't lose Fu Zhenzhen's face.

"Welcome Your Royal Highness Yujia." She was about to salute, and I hurriedly stepped forward to support her-she is now my nominal mother-in-law, if I really taught her to do this salute, I don't know what the officials will be. How many books have we participated in?

"Master, wait a minute, they are all a family, no need to be polite, no need to be polite." Holding her arm and carrying her into the mansion, I know that I can barely smile, but I still have to bite the bullet and do it. ; If this is replaced by the presumptuous Kuang Xihan before, I am afraid that I will quit early.

Oh no, if the former Kwong Xihan would not agree to this marriage at all, he would have rushed to the palace to make trouble, so how can I be patient and behave like me?

Oh, after all, it's just my own weakness.

I sighed in my heart, but there was no difference on the face. Fu Yunchong and I were seated in the first place separately, and the hands were her daughters and sisters; as for her men such as Zhengjun and Shijun, one is not qualified. When they came out to receive female guests, secondly, they had to tell Fu Zhenzhen, who was out of the pavilion, to have their own words, so all the people in the room were all women.

——Whether it is a society where men are superior to women or women are inferior to men, for people like me who have received equal ideological education for more than two decades, I still can’t get used to it.

He took a sip of the tea cup and exchanged greetings with Fu Yun Chong at will, waiting to deal with the situation, and it was over after lunch.

He glanced at the position behind him unintentionally, but Jiang Zhuo was nowhere to be seen among the guards headed by Bing San.

——Where did she go? Is there something going on?

No, I have to find her.

Shocked, he couldn't help but straighten up, racking his brains to think of the excuse to leave temporarily.