Heartburn

Walking through the small bridges and flowing water and rugged rockery, my steps seemed to have my own consciousness, and I slowly walked into the arch of the backyard, and headed towards the Yingyan pavilion full of flowers and plants; maybe I subconsciously remember it. Here, I want to come here, I want to see the woman who is still fresh in my memory.

"This king is going to listen to Xuege--Don't alarm the servants, do you know?" Waved to invite Xiaochan to whisper in his ear, I looked at the two rows of guards behind me, and determined the number of guards. It hasn't diminished--those who want to come to Yan Ke's men shouldn't confess to those servants.

"The slave servant obeys." Xiao Chan bowed and said something to Bing Yi, when she saw her looking in my direction; I nodded with makeup, but I couldn't figure out how she would react— —Teach me fortunately, she immediately bowed a salute, and directed the guards she had brought to scatter into pieces, leaving only her and Xiao Cicada to protect me closely.

And whether these guards hid in order to avoid too much movement, or sneaked into the various guards to stalk and block, it was not a question I wanted to care about.

Following Xiao Chan to the Tingxue Pavilion, I could not help but frowned, hesitating whether to go straight in, or send Xiao Chan to knock on the door first-and when I woke up to my inexplicable and cautious mood, I was already "squeaking" Yeah" after the sound of the door opening.

"Jiang Zhuo has seen His Royal Highness Ling." She was still as calm and indifferent as when I first saw her, she didn't even salute, just a simple greeting that was perfunctory; those deep and beautiful eyes stared at me silently. It seemed that there were a thousand words, and it seemed that I was tired of dealing with it, and I didn't want to share it with me at all.

Staring at the face that looked quite similar to Kuang Xiqing but had a completely different temperament, I heard my own voice saying unquestionably, "Why don't Jiang Shiwei invite this king to sit in?"

The astonishment that passed through her eyes for a moment taught me that I could ignore the shyness and regret that followed in my heart. I think that things that can change the color of the other person are worth trying; and this is similar to a prank. I blamed the gloomy thoughts of getting vented in Kuang Xiqing’s place because of her ecstasy.

"Please." She restrained her expression well, opened the door aside, and invited me in sideways-I only noticed that she was wearing only a thin robe, and her clothes were loosely tied and opened wide. Her neckline can't cover her fair skin and scars are scary.

After a pause, I turned around and ordered Xiao Chan and Bing Yi who were following me: "You are waiting here." But I didn't want other people to see her injury any more; I vaguely felt that she must be reluctant to teach. Seen by others.

"His Royal Highness?" Bing Yi wanted to say something, but Xiao Cicada grabbed his arm, "Yes."

I nodded in satisfaction, walked into the wing room filled with the elegant smell of sandalwood and medicine, and closed the door casually.

Jiang Zhuo took the lead back to the inside. I hesitated for a moment and followed in too-she was sitting at the only square table in the room. The table was scattered with wound medicine and a pile of blood-stained gauze, depending on the situation. , Is preparing to change dressing.

Seeing her mentioning the tea cup seemed to be pouring tea for me, the sudden rise of guilt made me rush to stop her: "This king is not thirsty... You, you can take medicine on your own, and you don't have to call this king."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her eyes. That glance made me think about what was wrong with the suggestion she made. Her expression was not disgusting, but it definitely did not mean any gratitude and joy.

"It's impolite." The air solidified for a few breaths, Jiang Zhuo said softly, and then pulled the belt away sideways, fading the only robe to the waist, exposing the smoothly-lined shoulders, necks and arms; What's next to me is the whole white back.

Her ridge line is as unrestrained as the mountains with famous ink-splashing freehand brushwork, and her rugged butterfly bones almost flutter her wings. What horrified me was this supposedly picturesque scene, but it was criss-crossed with several depths. Some of the shallow welts have been scabs and new meat has grown, while others are still bloodshot.

I couldn't help taking a breath of air, because of the cruel devastation and because of the undeniable beauty.

She turned her back to me and stayed for a long time. I couldn't help wondering: Is it because I want me to give her medicine?

Before thinking about it, I grabbed the medicine bottle on the table, unplugged it, and poured out some evenly in my palm. The milky white paste exuded a faint fragrance of medicine. The medicine effect should be good. Dip a little with my fingertips. Rub gently on the unhealed wound.

The muscles under the fingers trembled sharply, as if it was a tingling and conditioned reflex caused by the effects of the medicine. The tight back texture showed a moving line. The touch of the fingertips was an experience that couldn’t be more novel. I didn’t realize it The pair of faint eyes have been fixed on my face for a long time.

"Do you hurt you?" I retracted my finger and looked at her apologetically.

She suddenly turned her face away, as if the flash of complexity was just my carelessness: "Never."

"That's fine." I quickly put ointment on all the wounds, bandaged them with gauze, and finally finished the work with a beautiful bow. Then I suddenly reacted to my stupidity and troubles-yes, I have received nursing training. Jian Xin is very comfortable with the trivial matter of dressing up medicine, but the fact is-now I am the King Ling of the Great Wu Country, and I have never suffered trauma, let alone dressing... Kuang Xihan.

Jiang Zhuo looked at me with obvious suspicion, which suddenly suspended my heart.

"Thank you." After holding her breath for a while, she thanked her quietly, then took a whole set of clothes from the cabinet and put them on in front of me.

I waited silently for her to dress neatly, playing with the remaining bandages in her hands, a little restless.

"Does the prince still have orders?" She stroked the folds of the collar of her sleeves and glanced at me without salty. The meaning of chasing guests was very obvious; although she was a respectable name, she did not put me as a prince in her eyes. ——Although her attitude towards me was not considered respectful before this, I seemed to feel that after the drug application, she even disdains the appearance of cover-ups.

——It’s ridiculous that I actually feel that facing such a cold her, I feel more comfortable in front of Kuang Xiqing, Lu Xiuzhu, and even Yan Ke... I can’t say why.

But in this short tea time when she turned around, I suddenly remembered a fact that I had deliberately or unintentionally ignored: As a promising imperial guard, she suddenly fell into a supply for others. The prohibition of profanity = 脔, it is difficult for anyone to accept this kind of gap, let alone suffer brutal and inhuman beatings... And the person who added all this to her is Kuang Xihan-this one I have now body.

In other words, in addition to receiving the right to use this body, I also have to bear her responsibilities, her emotions... and her sins.

I think Jiang Zhuo's example is just one of the ten thousand people I need to pay for Kuang Xiqing.

"Nothing... My king is leaving first." Since she had clearly expressed her wish to thank the guests, I couldn't be more embarrassed. Before I walked out of the wing room, I suddenly thought, "By the way, the three-day harem There will be a banquet in China, and then you will enter the palace with the king."

"...Yes." She frowned, but still nodded in response.

Thinking of Kuang Xihan's temperament, I finally straightened my mouth, turned around blankly, passed the waiting Bingyi and Xiaochan, and walked out of her wing.

——I intend to take the opportunity to intercede with Kwong Xiqing through this palace banquet and restore her to her original position, which can barely be counted as a trivial compensation... Even if this does not erase the damage that has already been done, at least it can give each other a little comfort. Especially for me.

"His Royal Highness, Liu Shijun is coming towards Tingxue Pavilion."

"His Royal Highness, Sun Shijun is coming in the direction of Tingxue Pavilion."

"His Royal Highness..." The guards who disappeared just now appeared one after another in front of me, reminding me that the servants who were ordered "not to leave the Moon Palace at will" still received the turmoil and were approaching here in a unified way— —In order not to be surrounded by these beautiful and high-intentioned servants, I'd better leave here first-anyway, the purpose of coming here has also been achieved.

Finally, I glanced at the plaque of Tingxue Pavilion and the closed door under the plaque. I had to pick up those chaotic thoughts and control the legs that seemed to be rooting here to leave.

Walking hurriedly back to the Dawn Palace where I lived, Yan Ke had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing me walking into the room out of breath, her expression changed, and Bing Yi's gaze behind me was as cold as a knife blade — I knew immediately: even if she wouldn't be angry at me, but these few The attendant who followed me out was going to suffer.

In order to avoid adding another debt, I rushed to Yan Ke to speak before saying: "By the way, Aunt Ke, the emperor has scheduled a palace banquet for me three days later, what do you think?"

Sure enough, when it came to the matter about Kuang Xiqing, Yan Ke immediately received great attention, making her no longer willing to pursue Bing Yi and Xiao Chan's negligence.

Grabbing a step forward and helping me to sit down, waved to repatriate the others, Yan Ke couldn't wait to ask: "His Royal Highness, does the emperor's move have a deep meaning?"

"According to her, it's to celebrate my first recovery from a serious illness." I said uncertainly-although I don't want to admit it, even a person like me who lacks political sensitivity can smell the unusualness of this palace banquet. Not to mention Yan Ke, who has unlimited suspicion about Kuang Xiqing's every move.

Just listen to her sneer, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are full of mockery, as if she did not put the ninety-five gods in her eyes at all: "Oh, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

——When I didn’t realize it, I nodded in agreement.

"So, I plan to take Jiang Zhuo to the banquet." Taking advantage of this moment, I tentatively said my decision.

"What!" Yan Ke's voice rose steeply, which made me feel that the possibility of persuading her was lower by a few percent.