Heartburn

She said, my name is Kuang Xihan, and I am the most noble prince of Dawu country.

She said that her name was Kuang Xijun, the emperor of the Great Wu Kingdom and my sister.

The blood hole that penetrated my chest was wounded by the drain during the encirclement and suppression of the party. At that time, the situation was urgent and my life was dying. I had to use a secret medicine Tianji Pill with excellent blood clotting effect, but it hurt my spiritual consciousness, so I lost all my memories after I woke up.

This side effect cannot even be explained by the user. It may last for a period of time, maybe a few days, a few months, or a lifetime.

——This is what Kwong Ximin told me when changing my dressing.

It was not that I had no doubts and doubts in my heart, but it disappeared under her calm gaze, and there was no more urge to continue asking, as if once I asked, a **** scar was opened, and she would feel uncomfortable. And I am not much better myself.

Every word she said, everything she described in her mouth, gave me an unreal sense of strangeness, but she taught me to believe it involuntarily, as if there was a voice and a thought guiding me. It's like being close to her.

This is strange, but I have no intention of delving into it.

After changing the medicine for me, he asked me to stay in bed and have a good rest. The waiter outside the door repeatedly urged him to ask. Kuang Xidong finally flicked his sleeves and followed him impatiently to deal with important matters.

Before leaving, she looked at me worriedly for a while, until I remembered and smiled and waved goodbye to her, she nodded slightly, a touch of joy in her eyes, and left with her hand.

Seeing the change in her expression, I couldn't help but smile, but when I was the only one left in the room, the previously suppressed worries quickly resurfaced in my heart.

Judging from the furnishings here, it should be a dynasty with a strict hierarchical system, but it is quite different from the impression that floats in my mind from time to time.

The attendants at the door are mostly young and beautiful men. From the previous speeches and behaviors, they also vaguely realized that this is a country where women are superior to men. After all, the rulers and those in power are women. But somehow, I always find it hard to ignore the awkwardness in my heart, as if in my impression, this is not a matter of common sense, regardless of my position, but I always find something strange.

Thinking silently, I patted the soft bed and yawned boredly.

After staying in bed for a long time, I felt sore and limp, but I really couldn't sleep. After thinking about it, I tentatively called out, and as expected, immediately there was a handsome young man arching his waist and quickly approaching the bed with a soft voice. He asked softly: "What is your command?"

After touching my empty belly, I turned my head and asked the scrupulous teenager: "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

"His Royal Highness wait a moment, the servant immediately ordered the meal." He gently helped me sit up, put a small table on the bed, and soon came in with a tray full of food.

I stared at the dishes with strong aromas, and my stomach screamed, the sound was especially obvious in the quiet and empty room. I glanced awkwardly at the young man who was very close to me and was concentrating on arranging vegetables, but saw that his eyes were drooping and his expression was submissive, as if he didn't dare to overstep at all. It made me breathe a sigh of relief and inevitably frowned. : It seems that Dawu’s hierarchy is strictly enforced to a certain level, and my prince status is far more powerful than I thought, otherwise this young man would not show such... fear, yes, just a look of fear, as if Always worried about what I did to him.

Did I have a bad reputation before?

Or maybe I have a bad temper?

He touched his chin and thought uncertainly, but then cast aside all doubts in front of the prepared dishes, and feasted on them.

Regardless of the strange color hidden in the eyes of the attendant, after solving the third small bowl of shredded chicken and whitebait porridge, I put down my chopsticks unconsciously-I have to say that the craftsmanship of this imperial chef is unexpectedly good, if not I'm holding it hard, I want to add another bowl.

It’s just that I was in a hurry to eat. I couldn’t help getting some on my clothes and shaking my neckline. I felt that after lying down for a long time, my body was a bit sticky. I don’t know how long I haven’t cleaned it... I felt uncomfortable for the first time. Everywhere is eager to bathe.

Hearing my request, the attendant showed a sorrowful expression, but then gritted his teeth and nodded under my repeated inquiries, turned around and ordered someone to prepare.

After he turned around, I wiped the corners of my mouth with a silk scarf, and couldn't help feeling: In fact, Kuang Xihan's status as a majestic prince is also very useful.

When everything was ready, I slowly walked towards the tub that was lifted into the corner with the support of the two attendants. A screen separated the misty space, and the damp and hot steam fumigated it, making me even more impatient. Land wants to get close to the water.

"Please allow your servant to undress your Royal Highness." The servant asked respectfully.

"...Hmm." Although I don't want to undress and undress in front of others, I am indeed weak and weak. I want to come to my prince to be a prince, and I am used to teaching people to serve. Naturally, it is not easy to tweak, so I am a little bit weak. Head, open your hands, let him move.

The clothes were halfway down and hung on the back waist, but I heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door—the steps were urgent and heavy, not depressing at all, showing the owner's eager and angry mood.

There was a sigh in my heart, and when I turned my head, I saw Kuang Ximing's cold jade face had already bypassed the screen and appeared in front of me.

As soon as she came in, her gaze flicked over me, and she fell heavily on the attendant who undressed me, and her knees were softened by a single look, and she knelt on the ground with a bang, and kept kowtow: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty is forgiving..."

"It's none of his business, it's my idea..." After thinking about it, I just thought it was my own bathing thing that annoyed her, and it would involve the innocence, so I explained it first.

Just facing her faint sight, I was really not sure that this matter could not be stopped.

She looked at me faintly for a moment, and when I raised my breath, she flicked: "Get out."

The attendant hurriedly retreated out like a pardon.

And she finally turned around, facing me, looking at me from head to toe as if it were real, without saying a word, smiling but not smiling, teaching people can't guess her thoughts.

My skirt was wide open, neither was it close, nor was it to take off. I had to look at her awkwardly and gestured with my eyes, hoping that she could understand it, and turned her back.

——I can be calm in front of the attendant, but I suddenly feel embarrassed in front of her. I also think it's a bit strange.

Unexpectedly, she sank her eyes, and suddenly took a step forward, and said nonchalantly, "Is Han'er going to take a bath? The wound can't get water." When I was about to pull back my clothes in anguish, thinking that I could only continue to feel uncomfortable. Then casually added, "I'll help you."

"I have work." After thinking about it for a moment, I was relieved: she and I are both women, and my sister is naturally nothing to be discouraging. Since she offered to help, it would be better.

Making up my mind, I simply took off the dispensable robe outside, bent over and took off my trousers, enduring a little bit of lingering shyness, and took off the most intimate trousers— -Except for the gauze wrapped around the chest, there is nothing on the body.

Kuang Ximing's eyes were deep, as if there was nothing, but it seemed to hide a lot of things that I couldn't see and understand.

Wei turned her back on her side, and I stepped into the tub carefully to prevent the water from getting above my chest.

The just right warm water made me sigh comfortably.

The next moment, there was a breath coming close behind me, and the sound of water splashed down, but she carefully picked up the water and wetted my back and shoulders, and then gently wiped it with a silk scarf moistened with water, and wiped it very carefully.

Neither of us spoke, and enjoyed the silence of this moment.

Time passed unconsciously, and this quietness gradually added a touch of charm. I could no longer suppress the weird feeling in my heart, and I opened my mouth to break the quietness.

"Min, sister..." I don't know why I don't want to call her sister from the bottom of my heart. I subconsciously call it her name, but the next moment I changed my mouth again, but it was too late to delve into the bottom of my heart, but covertly Open your mouth in order to divert the inexplicable guilty conscience at the moment, "What kind of person was I before? Tell me."

In fact, what I want to ask more is: Why are those palace attendants so afraid of me? Could it be that I used to be a big bad guy with all evil?

I gently wiped the hand behind my back, and I only felt a warm breath leaning against the side of my neck, and the chalcedony-like voice said softly, "You used to...was a fool."

"Huh?" I have imagined many kinds of answers, but I didn't expect it to be such an answer-I didn't care about the warmth in my neck at the moment. I quickly looked at her to verify, "You mean, I used to, Here... there is a problem?"

Pointing to my head, I gasped and asked in disbelief.

"..." She didn't speak, and looked at me blankly. The look in her eyes seemed helpless and depressed. Suddenly she taught me that the situation was worse than I had imagined.

For a long time, I saw her sigh, and gently hooked her lips, poked a finger at the corner of my forehead, pressed my fingertips slightly, and pressed me to the side against my head, and said with a light smile: "Yes. , An out-and-out... fool."

However, although she curled her mouth and smiled, her eyes seemed to be shining brightly. When I curled my brows and didn't see the result, I suddenly opened my eyes, tossed the silk scarf, and said warmly: "Shuiliang Now, get up."

In a blink of an eye, it turned into that calm look again, as if he had never expressed a bit of sadness.

But I knew that there must be something I had forgotten, and she would never take the initiative to tell me.

Because the eyes are not deceiving.

The eyes she looked at me were so hurt and so painful that I felt as if I had been throbbed by my soul - I felt the same.