Heartburn

Today's dynastic meeting just broke up unhappily.

Later, when she came to have a meal with me, she looked as if nothing had happened. She never mentioned anything about the early morning, but silently used the dishes in front of me, occasionally picking up a chopstick for me, her eyes narrowed, like I'm thinking about something and don't want to look at me.

I didn't know where I got my enthusiasm, so I let go of the bowls and chopsticks, and took the initiative to speak: "I'm serious about the suggestions about the draft."

——Since Kuang Xiqing became the throne, there is only one child under his knees, which is not a good thing for the ruler.

Put all expectations on her, if something happens to this child, the whole country will fall into turmoil.

She was tasting the food in her mouth. She just stopped looking at me with her chopsticks. Instead, she changed the subject abruptly: "Don't say this, today's bamboo shoots are very fresh and tender. Why not give it a try."

"You know what I mean... Your Majesty." I deliberately emphasized the last two words and managed to see her calm down.

——This not only reminded her to seek her own government when she was in her position, but also brought the gap between us farther and farther.

"Enough!" She slapped her chopsticks on the table, closed her eyes vigorously, and took a deep breath, as if to calm the anger in her heart, and then calmly asked me, "Are you going to force me? "

"It's not that I want to force you to do anything, but how do you deal with the civil and military of the dynasty and the people of the world?" Covering all the emotions in my heart, I also looked back at her calmly, "Escape is not the solution. The courtiers have all expressed their attitude-not to mention, according to Kuang Xiqing's temperament, he will not refuse this matter again and again. You should know this better than I am."

"So what? You know, I'm not her, and I can't learn her style." Jiang Zhuo said with a frown in silence for a while.

"I don't know her style, or what you think in your heart." I looked into her eyes, and all kinds of emotions surged in my heart, and I almost couldn't suppress it-at this moment I finally realized that I was not unwilling to her. Disappointment is not without resentment. It’s just that these emotions are always forgotten and hidden behind the pain. When they inevitably hurt each other, they can’t help but pop up a little bit, “I only know that when you choose to sit in that position. At that time, it was destined that you would no longer be able to do whatever you want, but to force yourself to play the role of Kuang Xiqing and the role of an emperor."

——It's like I had to play that nasty Kuang Xihan... Over time, I got used to it.

Did I forget who I was, or did I have become a brand new one?

"Don't compare me to her." It seemed that I was extremely disgusted when I compared them. Jiang Zhuo's face changed, and his voice became completely cold. "What she doesn't dare to do, I dare."

"What are you going to do?" Perceiving the cold smile at the corner of her mouth and the strange bright color in her eyes, I had a bad feeling.

"Jian Xin, why do you look at me defensively like this?" She lowered her eyebrows, sighed deeply, and listened to her as she turned her words, and said pointedly: "I couldn't help but hide from you before... …So, what you promised me, will you regret it?"

"Naturally not." Although I couldn't guess the intention she mentioned suddenly, I nodded seriously, "I promised you, I will definitely do it."

-Even if you don't need this promise at all.

Sure enough, she listened to her with a chuckle and said, "I will not agree to accept any servants... But I will tell the world and marry you as a concubine."

——My heart suffocated, but my first reaction was rejection.

"Are you crazy?" I couldn't believe she had such crazy thoughts.

If it was in the past, I must be overjoyed and agreed without a second word, but at this moment, there is nothing but absurdity-after all, she is now my emperor in name.

Not to mention the political enemies who see me as a scourge, but how do the people of the Li people in the world think of me, and how do they think of her who ordered her?

This is really a treacherous thing, compared to the fact that the king's request to accept the concubine seems insignificant.

"Why? You don't want it?" She pursed her lips and looked at me displeased, as if a touch of injury passed through her eyes, "You said you want to be with me... Did you all lie to me?"

——I said it was pretty good.

But the person I confessed to was my personal guard, the one who gave me a sense of security, would call me "host" with a cold voice, and would look at my Jiang Zhuo with gentle eyes.

It is not this person who holds the identity of Kuang Xiqing, sits in the world but refuses to reveal a word of truth.

"At this time, at another time," staring directly at her sharp eyes, cruelly, he still said something, "What's more, it's clear that you lied to me first, didn't you?"

I probably didn't expect that I would not forget to accuse her when I refused. Jiang Zhuo's face turned pale and couldn't help but laugh wryly: "You are right, it was I who concealed you first...I took the blame."

Seeing her slumped like this, I couldn't help but feel softened. For some reason, I squeezed my palm and kept silent-the pain taught me to wake up, and gently opened my eyes.

After a while, she left quietly, leaving only a shallow sigh floating in the air.

I thought that this was the case, but unexpectedly, she caught everyone by surprise at the meeting on the second day.

At first, she just calmly allowed the officials underneath to persuade the draft picks to accept all kinds of new ideas, and smiled perfunctorily. She did not agree to it, but she did not categorically reject it like yesterday. This gave them to those people. An illusion that she is hesitating.

I was almost deceived by her performance, thinking that she was really loosening all the different levels of advice and advice from everyone. She felt relieved from the crisis in her heart, but there was also a trace of loss that could not be ignored-after all, I I never let go of her in my heart, so how can I calmly face her looking for a new love?

It's just being forced to suppress and deceive yourself and don't care.

I was so sad, but I heard the person on the throne suddenly laughed, and his voice was as cold as a layer of ice: "Fang Zhengqing of the Ministry of Rites, before discussing the various matters of the draft, you might as well talk about you in Yuchun Street. How did the three-in and three-out house come from?"

——Fang Zhengqing, who was mentioned by her name, was the first official who proposed the draft, and was also the most important supporter among them.

And Yuchun Street is one of the best neighborhoods in Guanlan City. People who live there are either rich or expensive. If you follow the salary in the Book of the Ministry of Rites, you will probably be able to afford it after a hundred years of endless struggle. A small courtyard; not to mention that Fang Zhengqing is only a fourth-grade waiter.

"This..." She lifted her clothes and slowly knelt on the marble tiles in the hall, her complexion seemed calm, and her eyes were indeed dodging.

"Of course the most valuable is not the house, but the handsome young man living in the backyard," Jiang Zhuo seemed to have changed his person, changed his taciturn temperament, talked like a gun, and blocked Fang Zhengqing's face pale. , Crumbling, "Jin Zangfang's top brand, one night daughter, is said to have been wrapped by an adult for a month...Tsk, Fang Qing is really, such a big handwriting."

"Weichen, Weichen..." Fang Zhengqing shook his head with a wry smile, and finally gave up his defense.

——Obviously, since Jiang Zhuo can say this, he must have a lot of evidence of her greed for ink, and any one of them is enough to teach this ruin, and she will deny it, but she will only be humiliated.

"Also, Master Sheng from the Ministry of Housing, Master Wang from the Ministry of War, Master Liu from Dali Temple..." Jiang Zhuo didn't care about her anymore. , One person knelt down in panic. Not long after, the hall kneeled down more than a dozen officials from different departments. Their positions were high or low. The same point was nothing more than the voices of the most popular picks yesterday.

What a trick to draw a salary from the bottom of the pan!

Judging from the information Jiang Zhuozhang had revealed unintentionally, it seemed that she had grasped everyone's handle. After this, who else would dare to be the rafters of this early age?

It is said that the prefects were cleared for three years, and one hundred thousand snowflakes silver, these decent officials, who would dare to slap their chest and promise to make sure that they did not have any shameful deeds?

I just don't know, Jiang Zhuo sent someone to find out these things overnight, or he had already prepared them...If it was the latter, it would be terrible.

After the officials taught her to hold her back with this hand, Jiang Zhuo unhurriedly threw out another heavy news: "I have a girl I like, and I want to accept her as a concubine. What do you think of Aiqing?"

I became stiff and looked at her subconsciously, but she ignored me, just leaned back in her chair confidently, and slowly scanned the officials below, unaware of how shocking she was saying.

If it wasn't that the time, place, and position were wrong, I would almost give her a thumbs up for her strategy: This is really a good plan to enlist Wei to save Zhao.

It is inferred from this that she used thunder to deter the officials headed by Fang Zhengqing, although it was to kill the chickens and to warn them to stop the draft, but it was also to pave the way for the decision of the concubine—no matter how much the decision was. Shocking the world, the officials whose pigtails were caught by her no longer have the courage to put their beaks.

"Very well, since Zhuqing has no objections, let Fang Qing take care of this matter." She stroked the piping of her cuffs and smiled relaxedly, "I believe Fang Qing will not disappoint me."

"Weichen..." Fang Zhengqing knelt on the ground, wanting to cry without tears.

"Retreat." Without giving her a chance to refuse, and no time for others to speak, Jiang Zhuo gave me a fixed look before standing up and leaving—the look seemed provocative, and a little bit more provocative. proud.

I felt cold all over, and my heart sank to the bottom.

After returning to the residence, not long after, Jiang Zhuo sent someone to deliver a box, and the gods secretly had to tell me to hold back the others and open it alone.

He lifted the lid distractedly, and inside was a bright red suit.

The red is warm and flamboyant, but it hurts my eyes deeply.

Stroking the soft cloth, I hesitated again and again, but finally made up my mind.

At night, I used scissors to cut out a corner piece of clothing and hid it in my sleeve pocket. By taking a walk, I once again came to the rockery where I met Zizheng, and quietly tied the red piece of clothing in an inconspicuous place.

——I can't stop her, so I can only choose to leave.

It's better to forget each other, maybe this is the best ending for me and her.