Heartburn

"It was originally a shop sign... it's different." After listening to my explanation, Jiang Zhuo nodded lightly, but the look in his eyes was clear, when I thought she was about to break through this botched perfunctory When she continued to ask the question, she listened to her and asked another question that taught me to be dumbfounded and unable to answer, "For no reason, why did the owner give Jiang Zhuo this ring?"

Fingertips rubbed the wooden box that contained the ring before, as if she could not put it down even with the packaging, but the casual arc of her mouth made people unable to understand her true thoughts-under her gaze, I There was an illusion, as if he was a captured prey, with nowhere to hide in the eyes of the opponent, shivering, and at any time facing the danger of being eaten and broken into his abdomen.

——What reason do you need to give your favorite girl a gift?

If you like someone, if you have the ability, it is not an exaggeration to hold the whole world in front of her.

Although I thought so in my heart, I couldn't say it to my mouth anyway...at least not yet in time.

However, her expression of "nothing to do, nor **** or steal" on her face is also hurtful. I can fully expect that if her answer does not teach her satisfaction, then the impression of the three words "Kuang Xihan" in her heart is only afraid to be even worse. It's going down to the dust.

"This is... the king is grateful for Jiang to guard your safety along the way, so..." As her focused gaze, my voice gradually lowered, until the last half of the syllable could not be said-facing That round of eyes, as light as the moon, feels like being strangled in the throat for no reason, not daring to make trouble but indulging in it uncontrollably-like forgetting how to speak, and forgetting oneself unconsciously. What did it say.

Seeing her frowned slightly, she made no secret of her doubts: "His Royal Highness is serious. It is your subordinate's duty to protect your safety. What's the reward? Please take back this ring."

I didn't expect that my answer would cause her such a big reaction-before the voice was over, she had stretched out her other hand to take off the ring, and she would return it to me immediately.

My heart screamed badly, and there was a sorrow that could not be ignored, as if all the sweet emotions that had been surging before had been reversed in an instant, and it turned into the root of pain—the honey at that time, at this time.

When my mind was turning, my movements were faster than consciousness. My hand instinctively pressed her left hand, and the other hand covered her fingers with the ring, and said eagerly: "Wait, you listen to me first. ..."

With Jiang Zhuo’s skill, it’s easy to get rid of me. However, she didn’t avoid me like a snake or scorpion. She even glanced at my hand lightly without frowning. This taught me. A glimmer of hope can't help but rise.

She looked at me in silence, as if waiting for my explanation for a while-somehow gave me an illusion that she didn't intend to push this ring off, she just wanted to know the real answer.

Before I could think about it, I blurted out the thoughts from the bottom of my heart: "I don't know why, I just want to give you something; you don't like those tacky jewelry, so I specially teach the craftsman to give you this ring... it's not a reward, you Just treat it as...a friend's gift..."

——It can also be used as a gift for a girlfriend.

Of course, I only dared to think about this last sentence quietly in my heart.

I waited nervously for her response, for fear that she would say something like "I don't want to be friends with you"—Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhuo did not show any disgust with my reply.

It took me a long time to understand-what she really rejected was the unequal relationship reflected in my definition of this ring as "the reward that King Ling gave to Jiang Wei".

"...Since it's a gift, Jiang Zhuo is disrespectful." For a long time, she broke away from my hand blankly, pushed the wooden box on the table, and twisted the ring on her index finger, obviously accepting me. The explanation and gift-I just feel relieved.

I looked at it secretly, and vaguely felt that the way she looked down and played with the ring was very moving. Although her expression was cold, she seemed to be peaceful; I couldn't help but guess that her mood was mostly happy at this time. Right.

Staring at the corners of her slightly hooked lips, I asked fascinatingly: "Jiang Zhuo, do you have anyone you like?"

Maybe it's because her eyebrows and her head down are too gentle at this moment, or it's that this problem has been in my heart for too long, and blurted out at this inadvertent moment-although I regretted it a little bit as soon as I said it, but more Still looking forward to the answer.

She raised her eyebrows lightly and glanced at me, as if she was thinking about the answer to the question, and she seemed to be thinking about the reason for my question. As time passed bit by bit, my heart slowly lifted up. The anxiety at the beginning to the embarrassment after the dullness, but it was forced to meet her gaze, and did not avoid it in the slightest.

"Never." After waiting for a long time, just when I thought she would not answer and I was about to divert the subject, I heard her suddenly and bluntly said, but the simple two words taught me to immediately become exasperated.

"Why did the boss ask?" She didn't give me much time to be happy. After answering, she quickly asked her own question-but I got stuck because of it.

"Uh...I..." How should I answer?

When I met her smiling eyes, my mind went blank, and I couldn't help but say: "If you like someone, but you don't know how to tell her..." In her meaningful gaze, I suddenly reacted. I came over and said something, and quickly answered, "I, I'm just a little curious, so I want to discuss it with you."

——Even if these seemingly clarifying words seem to be overwhelming.

"The boss is asking the wrong person," she curled her lips coldly, her eyes were not smiling, "Jiang Zhuo can't help me."

"Then...what is your ideal type?" Now that the conversation has reached this point, I just ask it clearly. I also broke the can and gave it out, fighting shamelessly and even being suspected by her. I also want to know, "I Meaning, what kind of...companion do you like Guanshi Jiang?"

I haven't clearly defined a man or a woman, it's my own little selfishness and unexplainable humble hope.

The surprise in Jiang Zhuo's eyes flashed past, and my heart jumped suddenly.

I knew that I was asking abruptly, but I just looked at her calmly and tried my best to act frankly and casually. Fortunately, she didn't ask me the reason, but rather seriously pondered for a moment. Before the heart jumped out of her chest, she replied unhurriedly: "If you marry a husband for the sake of inheritance, you must naturally choose someone with innocent family background and good looks, and the most important thing is to be obedient."

I felt sore in my heart, so I listened to her slowly again, "However, if you are looking for a partner who will stay with you for the rest of your life, you must be happy and have the same interests."

Every time she says a word, I have to compare it carefully in my heart-on the family history, I am afraid that there is no more prominent than the royal family; on the appearance, Kuang Xihan is definitely a rare beauty; on the obedient, How did I mean to brush her?

In this way, apart from gender, I still meet her criteria for mate selection.

However, she changed her conversation and added two more requirements, but it was difficult to teach others.

It's nothing more than a happy relationship. How can I have a good life with like-mindedness?

According to the momentum of her sword dance exercise every morning, it can be seen that she is obsessed with martial arts, but I just don't know how to fist, and the bones are extremely weak.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but bite the bullet and said, "What if my martial arts are not good if I was born weaker?"

She raised her eyebrows, but did not answer, deliberately throwing the topic back: "Why do you bother Jiang Zhuo for the boss? You might as well ask the servants and beauties in the backyard about these turbulent matters? Wouldn't it be better? The owner should be good at this."

Listening to her saying this, I feel uncomfortable, but I can't refute it--the person who has been among the flowers is indeed Kuang Xihan, right, but the Jian Xin who has bested her identity is not touched by the leaves!

Somehow, when she saw me speechless, she became uncommonly aggressive: "I don't know why my boss has this question? Isn't she deliberately playing Jiang Zhuo?"

"No, it's not like this..." For fear of her misunderstanding, I quickly shook my head to clarify, "I just, like someone... I want to hear your opinion..."

"Your Majesty said carefully," she stood up abruptly, turned sideways and didn't look at me, her voice was cold, and there was a trace of imperceptible anger, "Who you want to like is your business, and your belongings. What's the matter next?"

——How could it not matter?

Because the person I like is you...

Staring blankly at her cold back, I had no choice but to swallow the confession that was about to be exported, and also forced back the tears that were about to well.

"You're right. It's my own business to like who I like. She knows it or doesn't know it. I don't want to change my mind." I whispered to her back, and I tried to make myself laugh not too much. Too reluctant.

Thinking about it carefully, what Jiang Zhuo said is not unreasonable-the heart is pleased with her, after all, it is just my delusion, why bother to implicate her?

If my liking brings her all troubles and sufferings, then this mind should be buried in the bottom of my heart and never see the sun. After years, I will dig up the old soil and find it. The seed of memory, savoring that affection alone, is also a different kind of romance.