Heartburn

"The emperor?" Xu Guijun, who was guarding me, shuddered in shock. He overturned the tea cup he had received and shivered with the crisp sound of cracking porcelain.

I saw him kneeling on the ground all of a sudden, his forehead hit hard against the cold floor tiles, a solid muffled sound, I saw from the side, his forehead quickly turned blue, presumably it was extremely painful, but he seemed I knocked twice again without knowing it, and then with a trembling voice, he said respectfully: "See the emperor..."

Kuang Xiqing did not respond, nor did she shout, as if she hadn't seen Xu Guijun at all; she looked at me straight from the time she entered the door, her lips straightened, as if she was enduring something.

I looked away with a guilty conscience, the silence lasted for a moment, and finally couldn't help but actively explain: "Emperor Sister, it's not what you see..."

——Although, I don’t know what to explain.

"Imperial doctor, take the pulse for King Ling." She suddenly raised her palm to stop me, and turned her head and ordered the middle-aged woman who was standing with the medicine box on her back.

"Chen Zunzhi." After accepting the promise, the imperial doctor stepped forward, took out a small pillow from the medicine box and placed it under my wrist, and gently put it on my wrist, frowning in silence.

Kuang Xiqing's gaze fell on the face of the imperial doctor, not looking at me, so I had to silently swallow what I wanted to say.

Xu Guijun knelt on the ground quietly, not daring to let out the atmosphere; Jiang Zhuo half-closed her eyes, I could hardly feel her presence; Kuang Xiqing held her hands and couldn't see the thoughts in her heart, as if everyone was waiting for the imperial doctor The diagnosis.

After a long time, she withdrew her hand, turned around and paid a salute to Kuang Xiqing, and slowly replied: "Your Majesty Qi, King Ling's pulse is empty, and the blood and qi are irregular. It was caused by fright, and the majesty was born weak. Insufficient, this caused the old illness, the symptoms of irritability and shortness of breath appeared."

"Is there a serious problem?" Kuang Xiqing asked immediately.

"It's okay to return to the emperor. After a while, the minister will prescribe a calming prescription. After taking it, he should pay attention to rest and recuperate." The imperial doctor replied unhurriedly.

"Very good, go and prescribe a prescription." She nodded and waved to the imperial doctor to leave. Then, when I looked up at her, she suddenly raised her voice, "Come here."

Outside the door, "Hulala" broke in two guards with steel knives on their waists. They knelt and waited for her instructions; she glanced at me, and taught me to lift up my heart.

Seeing her raised her chin, she pointed to Xu Guijun, who was trembling on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "Hold it down."

"Yes." The two guards slammed their promises, stepping forward one left and the other right and he would drag him out, acting rudely and mercilessly.

"The emperor! Forgive me! The emperor!" He struggled and cried, but Kuang Xiqing closed her eyes unmovedly, as if she didn't even want to look at him more.

Seeing that this road was cut off, he turned his head and pleaded at me: "My lord! Your lord! Save the slaves! Please!" His earnest and desperate eyes stared at me tightly, as if I am the last straw.

My heart trembled, but I managed to support myself from the bed. After hesitating, I called the two guards: "Hold on..."

The two of them ignored me, and dragged Xu Guijun out—I knew that without Kuang Xiqing’s order, he was afraid that it would be more fortunate.

"Emperor Sister!" I had no choice but to ask Kuang Xiqing cheeky, but I was not sure that she would agree to it, or even that I was implicated.

Her half-closed eyes suddenly lifted, and Leng Rui's gaze pierced over. In a moment, the coldness that can penetrate people was reduced, and it was restored to the calm and gentleness of the past - but what about the sudden rise in my heart? Refused to fade away.

"Han'er, do you have to intercede for him?" For a long while, when I thought she would not speak, she asked quietly.

"Emperor sister, I..." Although I wanted to intercede for him, I couldn't talk about it-the emperor's servants and the princes gave and received privately, no matter which dynasty or which king was put on, it was a shame and shame, let alone Plead for him, I'm afraid I am also in danger.

Kuang Xiqing took a deep look at me: "Han'er, you would never look at this person more than before."

My breath suffocated, but I couldn't wait for her for a long time-what did she mean by this? Are you disappointed in my failure? Or, she has discovered that I am not the real Kuang Xihan?

Could it be that I am going to die... Thinking of this, my hands and feet are cold and my mind goes blank.

"Never mind," she suddenly opened her lips and smiled, but there was an unspeakable depth in her eyes, "Since Han'er begged for mercy, I will open the door-but the death penalty is forgiven, and the living sin is inevitable." She paused. Suddenly, his disgusted eyes glanced at Xu Guijun, who was crying and flying, and then said, "Take the title of the noble monarch and move to Jin Palace."

——Go to Jin Palace, as the name suggests, it is Leng Palace.

Although he was imprisoned in Lenggong, his life was saved, better than a glass of poisoned wine for a while.

I sighed fortunately, but found that Xu Guijun's expression became more and more sad, as if he was suffering even more unbearable pain.

Before I can figure it out, he has been dragged out, his mouth is gagged and the yelling of "Woo" has gradually faded, until he can no longer hear him.

The whole sleeping hall returned to the same silence as before.

For a long time, Kuang Xiqing sighed deeply and rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly: "The banquet is not over yet. Come back soon after you have enough rest... Jiang Shiwei, protect her."

"Yes." Jiang Zhuo replied in a low voice.

Without looking at me anymore, Kuang Xiqing turned and left the hall, but Zhilan Yushu's figure showed a bit of sorrow... I stared at her back in a daze, and felt that her eyes were jerky and painful, and I couldn't help but want to. Get out of tears.

Only me and Jiang Zhuo were left in the hall.

I was lying on Xu Guijun’s bed, which was soft and comfortable, but I felt all over.

"Jiang Zhuo, do you think I'm a jerk?" Suddenly, I asked aloud, not expecting her forgiveness, but desperately wanting to hear her voice.

"... Jiang Zhuo dare not." Her voice was as clear as a spring, even if indifferent, it was extremely moving.

"Oh, dare not... that's it, you think I'm a **** who can't be saved? Cruel, selfish and cowardly..." I looked at my slender wrist, the pale green veins hidden in the pale and bloodless. Under the skin, it was fragile and vulnerable, "What's the point of such a person being alive?"

"Master, it's getting late, please go back to the table." Without the comfort she had expected, she walked to the bed and looked into my eyes with beautiful eyes, as if she hadn't seen the tears in my eyes, and copied it with one hand. With my legs bent, I raised the back of my neck with one hand and picked me up easily, "It's rude."

My tears were due to her holding back all the hugs, her face flushed red, but she controlled herself not to cling to her neck like just now-would you be annoying, right? Will it be thrown away?

So worried, I closed my eyes tightly, just indulged myself and turned my head quietly, buried my face in her shoulders, secretly sniffing her body mixed with the fragrance of cedar and saponaria, and was silent.

Her steps are extremely fast, but also extremely stable. I have just spent a stick of incense on the road that she has walked, and she finished walking before only half a cup of tea.

The lights on both sides gradually brightened, and after a while, I came to the outside of the banquet hall. I could feel the curious eyes of the palace attendants on both sides, perhaps, with a little contempt... Let them go, the matter is over At this point, Kuang Xihan's notoriety does not matter even more.

At the side door of the inner hall, Jiang Zhuo gently put me down, and softly reminded me: "Master, it's here."

"Yeah." I replied in a low voice, stood up straight and walked forward, but my footsteps were a little vain.

Jiang Zhuo didn't say much, but silently leaned forward, supported my arm, and helped me walk slowly back to the seat.

Seeing me coming back, Kuang Xiqing smiled faintly, but the action of drinking was clean and neat-her face was flushed, her eyes blurred, as if she had become a bit drunk.

I sat back to her side and didn’t care whether it would make her angry. I held down her hand holding the wine glass and whispered to persuade me: “Sister Huang, don’t drink too much. It will be uncomfortable if you drink too much. ."

She smiled carelessly, did not drink any more, just glanced at me with a smile, and murmured meaningfully: "Jiu Jin is on top, but it's a headache. If you can relieve your worries, why don't you give it a try?"

Her smile made me ashamed, but I looked at her blankly and couldn't speak.

"Okay!" When the two sides stared, a cheer broke the silence, and also made my panicked heart relieved, and looked at the man in a hurry - but it was Lu Yingxuan who was already flushed with drinking.

I saw her open the outermost official robe, revealing the white shirt inside; one foot on the table and an empty cup in the other hand, pointing to the dancer in red on the dance floor who was spinning in a loud voice and shouted in applause. Obviously drunk.

The colleagues around her were not so good either. All of them looked drunk and snickered, or snickered or snickered at her, or fell asleep directly on the case because they were so drunk, they didn’t see the decent and decent way of doing things. ——It can be seen that during my absence, the atmosphere of the banquet was very harmonious.

I shook my head and couldn't bear to look at their wandering corpses. My eyes followed where she was pointing, but I was caught. The dancer who was praised loudly by her was a dancer wearing a scarlet short. The young man in the shirt wears a hat on his head and is dancing with a long sword in his hand. He is graceful and magnificent. The point of the sword is pointed, and the silver light flashes, as if it shoots a sword aura, teaching people can't help but hit the festival. And he-what a mortal swordsman!

This sword dance was performed by only one person, and the soundtrack was just the occasional zither sound, but the spectators on the sidelines were all fascinated. Whether they were drunk or kept a little sober, they were all attracted by this cloud and flowing sword dance. .

My gaze followed the dancer’s figure involuntarily, until he turned around—from the gap between the hats, I saw his face, and met his eyes—the look was extremely cold, than The sword in his hand was clearer and colder than the sword aura on his sword... it was definitely not the look in the eyes of a dancer.

I trembled in my heart, and subconsciously sat up straight. I was about to tell Kuang Xiqing that the dancer was wrong, but saw that the killing intent suddenly appeared in his eyes. It was actually on the tip of my toes and came straight to the throne on the steps—— I can hear the hum of the sharp blade cutting through the air.

This was an unpredictable attack. The officials on both sides were mostly drunk, while the guards were so far away that they couldn't react in time. Suddenly, there was no one who could rescue them in time.

I stared at the sword that was getting closer and closer, as if I was grabbed by a big hand, and taught me that my heartbeat stopped when I was so nervous—but my consciousness became stagnant for a moment, and my body reacted like instinct. , Without even thinking about it, threw Kuang Xiqing down sideways and protected her.