Heartburn

She gave me a slightly surprised look, as if she was weighing something; and the time she was thinking about it made me feel more nervous than participating in the on-site interview.

——Am I being too abrupt?

Or does she hate me, so she doesn't want to be my guard?

Wouldn't it be difficult for me to do this?

...Her silence makes me think about it.

"Subordinates obey." In the end, she bowed herself to salute, her face was plain, not happy, but she didn't see any reluctance.

I can't control the corners of my mouth from rising.

Wait, this is the first time she called herself "subordinate" in front of me-did she finally recognize her identity as my guard, or did she deliberately emphasize this point to draw a clear line from me?

"Well, it's good," I stopped the indistinct thoughts in my mind. I racked my brains to think about the topic, but sadly found out: I don't know her past, don't know her preferences, and even talk to her. I was at a loss as to what to do, and it was difficult to maintain a normal mind, "Then it's okay, this king will leave first..."

"Send your Royal Highness." She nodded, but didn't mean to stay.

I sighed silently, and had to urge my feet that seemed to be stuck in place to leave.

Sometimes, even I don’t understand myself: Why do you care so much about this cold woman? Is it because of the influence of this body that you always feel close to the beauty?

But I don't want to get close to those great-looking servants at all. This also includes the 30 beauties that Kuang Xiqing has rewarded.

——Perhaps, I am just too lonely, longing for someone to talk to, a friend to share secrets.

Jiang Zhuo is the person I want to get close to, but obviously, she doesn't think so.

The rest of the day was calm and lacklustre-nothing more than wandering around in the mansion to appreciate the power and wealth of the prince Kuang Xihan, and then take a lot of decoctions and tonics to regulate the body: occasionally listen to Yan Ke’s nagging, go Taking a look at the Moon Palace, if you ignore the emptiness and longing in your heart, it is not a bad life.

The only thing to be happy about is that since Jiang Zhuo moved to the Palace of Dawn, I have been able to admire her practicing sword every day; and she ignored me from the beginning, and gradually she would have a few words with me. Although there is still a lot of silence, it has already made me very content-isn't it how friends get along?

It was another morning, and I was still asleep, but I felt that someone was talking softly in my ear, babbling, and teaching my consciousness to wake up a little bit.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Opened her eyes, it was Yan Ke's Yan Ke's face that was always cold and frosty-and only when she was facing Kuang Xihan, would she smile so warmly and warmly.

"Aunt Ke? What's the matter?" Rubbing my eyes, I glanced at the sky, and it was not the time when I got up on weekdays—so, what happened?

According to Yan Ke's character and her doting on Kwong Xihan, she would never cut my rest time unless it was necessary.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get serious.

"Your Majesty has forgotten that it's the fifth day of the new year. You should go to the court meeting." She saw me sitting up and waved to Xiao Cicada to serve me to wash and wear. "Although the emperor uses your frailty as an excuse to save you Half of the court meeting, but she can't really deprive you of the right to discuss politics; you had a symptom before and you were lacking energy, now is the time to return to the court."

——According to what she said, wouldn’t it be the day when I started to check in and report to work every day after I got better?

Although half of the pilgrimage is eliminated, there are still five days to go to the palace to order the mao. This is even more irritating than listening to the long and boring speech of the principal with gray hair at the regular meeting every Friday. People have headaches-the job at school is nothing more than dealing with paper reports, but the DPRK is participating in the political decision-making of a country, which is related to the people's livelihood, and I am not at all competent.

What makes me cry without tears is that with Kwong Xihan's disregard of the law and the disposition of his own will, the previous court meeting, if it were not so sick that she could not get off the bed, she had never been absent-this also made me no longer to escape. Excuses.

Kwong Xihan's court dress and crown are more flamboyant and gorgeous than ordinary casual clothes, but the high-necked waist design makes me almost uncomfortable; there is a word in Yan Ke's urge to "cherish life, stay away from Kwong Xiqing" I nodded absent-mindedly, but I felt sorry in my heart--I was afraid that I would miss Jiang Zhuo's sword practice today.

I don't know if she is not used to seeing the person who has been watching her when she looks back?

... even, a little bit of loss?

I ate breakfast in a hurry, got in the carriage, and hurriedly hurried all the way-even though the attendants who drove the car tried their best to stabilize the frame, the slight bumps still made me feel nauseous.

Finally rushed to the palace at the moment of Mao. If it weren't for Kuang Xihan's body that couldn't stand the toss, I would want to run into the Mingde Hall where the imperial meeting was held regardless of the image.

The moment I stepped into the hall, I was hearing a remonstrance officer loudly impeaching a lawless clan that despised the emperor’s grace. From the subtle colors on the faces of those who noticed me, I was basically certain: the impeached person Mostly it was the notorious Highness Ling Wang—that is, me.

Sure enough, after the remonstrance officer finished talking and returned to the team and inadvertently caught a glimpse of me at the entrance of the hall, there was a fleeting unnaturalness flashing across the awe-inspiring face, probably at that moment. What kind of powerful sect is the impeached Royal Highness Ling, and what kind of villain who must be reported.

——Perhaps I now occupy Kuang Xihan's body, which is not a good thing for her past enemies. At least I can't remember the feasts with them, and I can't learn her vicious methods.

"Encourage the emperor, King Ling was openly late at this dynasty meeting. It is clear that he did not put the court and the emperor in his eyes. Please play, and cast down the crime of disrespect by the King Ling!" The remonstrator had just returned to the team, she A younger colleague by his side stood up and glanced at me with disdain and disdain.

Sighing helplessly, I slowly walked to the forefront of the civilian ranks, but seeing everyone looking at me with strange eyes, I suddenly reacted, changed my footsteps, and walked towards the ranks of the opposing generals.

However, to my surprise, the generals on the opposite side also looked at me with a frightened and contemptuous look, and I had to stop my footsteps abruptly.

--what happened?

Neither a civil official nor a military general, is it standing in the middle aisle?

I stayed where I was in a daze. I only felt that I was in a dilemma and chaos.

"Ling Wang, don't let you breathe before the meeting! Hurry back to your seat." Kuang Xiqing's voice successfully rescued me from the embarrassment. Although her tone was a bit harsh, she actually replaced me. I got rid of the siege-I finally knew where Kwong Xihan should stay.

Under Wu Yao’s guidance, I walked to the carved mahogany grandmaster chair that Yujie started. Unexpectedly, Kuang Xihan’s treatment was not bad, and even the emperor could sit in the courtroom as the emperor. It’s no wonder the sight of those officials was ten. In eight to nine cases, they are very angry-the privileged class and differential treatment are the easiest to arouse the people's resistance!

"Okay, the dynasty will continue. Do all the officials still want to play?" The serious Kuang Xiqing on the throne was a little less gentle than usual, and a little more cold, without the slightest smile on the corners of her mouth, even her eyes seemed to be condensed. With a thin layer of ice, teaching people unconsciously followed to show the most serious side.

"Enjoy the emperor, Xu Chengpei, the young minister of Taichang Temple, has something to play." I rubbed my eyes, and felt that the chair was really comfortable, as if it had brought back the sleepiness that had been hard to drive away. This also made me feel awkward. I missed the long commentary by Shaoqing of Taichang Temple in a daze. The only thing that made me understand was her last remarks, "...The emperor and the prince are still young, and the Royal Highness Duan is far away in Nanfeng, for the present. According to the plan, only His Royal Highness Ling King can take on this important task, and on behalf of the sage, he has gone to Xining to worship the sky.

-Sacrifice to the sky?

Me?

What's the situation?

My drowsiness was shocked, but when I opened my eyes wide, I saw hundreds of civil and military officials looking at me with complicated eyes; while Kuang Xiqing above the throne was a little far away, I couldn’t see her expression clearly. I just feel that the atmosphere is extremely solemn.

How to do? Should I take the initiative to say something?

But this is not like the school's regular meeting. It is not good, and it is criticized by the leader at most. I have no idea how to say something in line with the status of the prince in front of the civil and military officials or put forward a constructive decree... .

"This... King Ling is weak, and Xining's bitter cold land is probably not conducive to travel." The middle-aged woman standing in the front of the civil servants said leisurely-I recognize her, the middle book order Lu Heng, Lu Yingxuan and Lu Xiuzhu's mother.

"Master Lu's words are very bad...The final general thought that His Royal Highness Ling, as my Dawu clan, the first emperor's daughter, is the most suitable candidate," the middle-aged woman with scars on the face, who was the first military commander, also stood. When I came out, I put forward an objection and strongly agreed with me to sacrifice to the heavens. "Besides, if you don't cut jade, you can't become a weapon. If you experience more, it will help your Royal Highness's body."

——The only people from the Mu family who dare to sing on the stage with Lu Heng.

This scarred middle-aged woman should be Mu Jing, general of the country.

"General Mu is right..."

"The ministers seconded..."

I only know that the Mu family has a lot of weight in Dawu, but I didn’t expect that as soon as she said this, more than half of the officials agreed—the rest were kept on the sidelines, and they seemed to be eager. Kuang Xihan was driven out of Guanlan, the imperial capital.

In this situation, even if Kwong Xiqing had the heart to protect me, she would just be powerless.

Sure enough, she hesitated for a while, then nodded tiredly, and said coldly, "Quick play."

I looked a little hurt, and met her clear and soft eyes. There seemed to be a thousand words in those eyes, but in the end they turned into firmness: "Ling Wang takes the order."

Holding on to the handrails, slowly getting up from the seat, and then slowly kneeling down, I kept staring at her eyes, but she faintly looked away: "Grant the post of King Ling as a special envoy, and I will go to Xining to worship the sky on my behalf. In the hope that the weather will be smooth and the national luck will be prosperous."

"...Chen, take the order." I kowped my head silently, and my heart sank. My instinct told me that this unshirkable errand was bound to be accompanied by many difficulties.

——And what saddened me most was the look in Kuang Xiqing's eyes at the moment, as if I was a **** that had to be played for the success of her throne, an abandoned **** that I was determined to throw out of an uncertain future.