Heartburn

"His Royal Highness?" Bing San was guarding the door boredly, and was surprised to see me coming out, "What are your orders, your subordinates will do it immediately!"

"Take this king to Jiang's guard house, this king has something to look for her." Fortunately, Yan Ke had already sent the attendants away.

"This..." She looked back at the front yard where the noise was constantly coming from, and her face was embarrassed.

"Why, do you dare not follow the king's order?" I was worried that Yan Ke would come back to the backyard to check it out, so I threatened with a cold face.

"Subordinates don't dare!" It was probably my current appearance that reminded Bing San of the once tyrant Kuang Xihan, who spoke with the law and could not be violated. She was so frightened that she immediately fell to her knees, not even daring.

The intent of deterrence is achieved, and I don't want to waste any more time, order her to get up and lead the way.

I have to say that although Bing San's behavior is a bit bullying and fearful of hardship, he acted very cautiously and appropriately. Most of the things handed to her were done well, so I chose to let her take me to find Jiang Zhuo, and I was not afraid of her chewing on the tongue with others.

I have always had secret guards by my side, but they received instructions that unless my life is threatened, they are not allowed to show up, and they will not be nosy. Therefore, Bing San only needs to turn away the guards guarding the back door, and I will Being able to leave the palace unimpeded-this is a piece of cake for her who has partial authority.

Quietly slipped out of the palace, hiding in the agreed alley and waiting for Bing San to lead the way. Fortunately, it was late at this time and this alley was so remote that few people passed by. Even though I was wearing a tedious red dress, I didn't attract too much attention.

Following the shortcut of Bingsan Shumen in the depths of the alley, it only took more than a quarter of an hour to reach Jiang Zhuo’s residence; I took a look at this ordinary courtyard, and I was cruel and reached out and patted the door. On the copper ring.

After a while, an old woman with silver hair opened the door.

When she saw me, her expression was very surprised, perhaps because of this exaggerated delight in me.

"What are you doing, your Excellency?" She didn't mean to open the door to welcome the guests, but asked with a smile.

"Ben...cough, I'm looking for Jiang Zhuo, is she at home?" Her eyes were flat and calm, but I felt like I was seen through, a little embarrassed inexplicably.

"My master is naturally there," she paused, and don't give me a deep look, "but..."

"But what? Do you know the identity of this adult? The adult wants to see Jiang Zhuo, that is her blessing! A small servant, dare to point fingers here, be careful..." Bing San stepped forward and pointed to the old woman. Speaking aggressively.

"Shut up! Get out." Without giving her a chance to continue the attack, I immediately stopped drinking.

I was embarrassed to see the old woman. She was about to apologize, but when she heard her chuckle, she changed her tone: "In this case, please come with me, please." After speaking, he turned and walked forward.

"You are waiting here." To stop Bing San who wanted to come in with me, I quickly followed the old woman who was walking in front of me-I didn't expect her to look old, but her legs and feet were still flexible and not showing her oldness.

"The master is in the room, please, please." She pointed to the closed door, and then left.

But I didn't have time to care about her attitude of letting strangers walk around the house like this, just staring at the door nervously-is Jiang Zhuo's bedroom behind the door?

Unexpectedly, I came here for the first time, but to say goodbye to her... This is the first time, I am afraid it will be the last time.

Smiling bitterly, taking a few deep breaths, I raised my hand and knocked on the door.

"Get off." Unexpectedly, the indifferent female voice only returned such a word and there was no movement.

I thought I had heard it wrong, and knocked on the door again.

This time, there was one more sound than the previous word. The utensil hit the door and turned into a few pieces of cracking sound.

I was shocked, but my hand opened the door before the brain's consciousness.

In the dimly lit room, only a soy-sized oil lamp was lit, but this did not prevent me from recognizing at a glance the woman who was leaning on the soft couch and pouring herself, and the empty hip flasks scattered on the floor by her feet.

"Didn't you tell me not to disturb me? You..." She looked up, her eyes condensed, and most of the flask in her hand was spilled on the skirt of her clothes, but she didn't realize it, just staring at me in a daze, "You Why are you here?"

"Are you drinking? Why did you drink so much?" Crossed the empty hip flask that was rolling all over the floor, came to the soft side, taught that the rich wine smell was uncomfortable, but looked at her red cheeks and blurred eyes , I feel even more distressed, almost forgetting my purpose of coming here.

I pinched my palm with my fingertips, and I restrained myself from standing a few steps away from her, maintaining my composure: "I'll see you and make it clear to you... This is also the last time I have come to see you."

After tonight, I will try to let go of you and myself.

"The last time? What do you mean by this?" She stood up abruptly, hugged me, sprayed the heat in my ears, and taught me to freeze all of a sudden, "I had planned it. I also intend to let you go, but why do you come to tease me several times?"

"Let go, let me go." With a wry smile, avoiding her breath, I whispered.

"Don't let go." She replied without thinking, very decisive.

"Why? You didn't say..." I looked at it in surprise, not understanding what she meant.

"Because I regret it." She interrupted me suddenly, and she didn't give me a chance to speak again and sealed it with a kiss.

In astonishment, I stared at her with wide-open eyes—the face was like a peach blossom with wine, but the eyes were burning like fire, extremely clear.

"Huh, huh?" This kiss has an aggressive hot temperature from the beginning, giving me no time to react, and no room for rejection. The kiss that came with this kiss was applied to the back. Strength.

It is said that the drunken manpower will become incomparable, not to mention that she is a warrior far better than me. Being pulled by her like this, I immediately lost my center of gravity and fell in the direction she was pulling—just in time. Into her arms.

For how long I have been attached to this embrace, I have been suffering for so long. When I was nestled in this moment, there was an unreal bewilderment that taught me that I couldn't help but break away.

I am afraid: no matter how long I stay, I can't help but sink, and can't help overturning all my previous determinations.

After everything was over, she was still the cold and dusty her, and I was still the obsessive me—I don’t want this.

"Jiang Zhuo, you are drunk." With a cold look, I pushed her shoulders, but my hands couldn't help.

"Drunk? It's good to be drunk." She didn't let go of my plan. Instead, she pulled me closer, her soft **** pressed against my cheeks, and her palms pressed against my hips, making fun of me. He kneaded it in a general manner, and said in a different tone from the past.

——This, this, this person is really the Jiang Zhuo I admire? Could it be that he taught something sneaky possession?

How can it be so, so rude...

I blushed and turned away from that hand, while looking up, she moved her hand involuntarily, but instead reached in from the hem, reached my waist, and moved back and forth there. Wantonly flirting.

"Uh..." My strength was taken away in an instant, and all my attention fell on the hot palm, even she quietly attacked from the other side, pulling my clothes open without noticing.

"Jiang Zhuo, you..." When I recovered and wanted to pull the skirt, I heard her snorted coldly, and the palm of my hand slammed hard--the cracking sound of "stabbing" sounded, it was she who forced the piece. The big red silk was torn in half.

"This color is really dazzling." She casually spread her five fingers, letting the broken pieces of cloth fall to the ground, she said lightly.

It's all right now. Not only must I explain to Yan Ke the reason why I left the house secretly, but also the reason why this coat was damaged.

I couldn't help but glared at the culprit complainingly, but saw her suddenly burst into a soft smile, that smile was a little bit charming, and mixed with a bit of seductive evil. I have never seen her. With this look, I couldn't help being stunned.

After this moment of trembling, I heard two sounds of "Bah Bah", and the second red dress was also dead and turned into a few useless pieces of waste cloth...

It's utterly deceiving!

I clung to the last light scarlet shirt on my body and refused to let her succeed. At the same time, I turned my head and glanced at the door of the room, considering the feasibility of calling someone in at this time.

She didn't know that she seemed to see through my mind, and she stroked my cheek with a smile, as if she kindly explained: "Your Majesty, don't worry, at this hour, the steward has stopped, no one will be disturbed."

——Even if the old woman won’t come, don’t forget that Bing San is still waiting at the door!

And my secret guards don’t know where they are hiding, they may just listen to the wall, how shameful... the point is, I clearly came to break with her, how can I do it properly, that’s it?

"Quick, stop, this king is going back!" Pushing her away with the last trace of reason, I gritted my teeth.

"Go back, what do you do? Do your wife's responsibility with that Lord Fu? Oh, don't think about it." She snorted and easily locked me in her arms.

"Jiang Zhuo, do you know what you are doing?" I glanced at the ruined Xifu, I sighed, rather weak.

If I had known this, I shouldn't have come to her, but now I can't get out.

"Do... what you want to do." She raised her eyebrows and said purposely, teaching me a bad feeling.