Heartburn

-Bastard, bastard!

For the first time, I was so angry that I had the urge to curse, and it turned out to be her.

The reason and self-cultivation that I was proud of were all turned to ashes in front of her perfunctory attitude of avoiding the importance and trying to get through. I could not help but grab her by the collar and cry like a shrew, and I was also very angry. Afterwards, I really verbalized against her. I broke away from her hand, tried to stand up, and walked to the back of the inner screen.

The attendant carried in the bathtub and the freshly heated hot water, misty, and a layer of fresh petals floating on the water. Although it is not as good as the big bath at the back of Kuang Xiqing’s bedroom, nor is it as good as the wine pond in my house. , But for me, who urgently needs to solve the personal hygiene problem, it is enough.

While she was undressing, she couldn't help but staring at the figure outside the screen vigilantly. Seeing that she was just sitting awkwardly outside, without the intention of getting up and peeking, she was relieved to remove the last layer of cover, and then she sat on straddle with her legs raised. Into the tub.

The temperature of the water was slightly hot, just to relieve my fatigue, and also washed away my depression. If it weren't for remembering that she was still waiting outside, I was afraid that I could not help but sigh comfortably.

Take a deep breath and sink my whole body into the water. A burst of warmth surrounds me, as if there is an invisible protective film that blocks all the anxiety and all the sadness outside-how I hope this feeling can always be with me.

I once found this sense of security in Jiang Zhuo, but now she has personally broken it.

I've been soaking in the tub for some time, my face is flushed and my head is dizzy, but I still don't want to get up.

After waiting for a long time, Jiang Zhuo couldn't help but say: "If you can't get up when you're tired, just call me in to help, don't be shy."

——This disciple.

With a secret cry, I didn't say anything, but got up and wiped my body hastily, and quickly put on my shirt.

He was bowing his head and tying the belt, but seeing a black color across the screen, Jiang Zhuo's voice came from nearby, with a bit of inquisition and a bit of worry: "How..."

Seeing that she was about to step over the screen and saw my disheveled appearance, my brain heated up, and I actually grabbed a step forward, grabbed her hand, and bit on it hard.

Allowing me to increase the force between the teeth, she said nothing, did not even tighten her muscles, until the blood seemed to be tasted in her mouth, then I let go and raised my eyes to stare at her.

"Sure enough, I am hungry, the food is ready, eat while it's hot." She carelessly put her hand behind her back, said warmly, and took the lead back to the outside.

After working hard for a long time, I finally put on a simple coat and a middle coat. I didn't care about the image, so I went outside and sat at the table, using cloth towels for a while. Wiping her hair, just not looking at her.

"I'll help you." She got up and walked behind me and was about to take the cloth towel. I took advantage of the trend and moved a little away. After the reaction, she was more embarrassed than her, but she forced herself to hold a cold face. Silent.

She didn't care too much, and sat back next to me, took a spoon to fill a small bowl of soup, pushed it to me, and softly persuaded: "If you haven't eaten for a day, drink some soup to warm your stomach."

Looking up, she looked at me indifferently, with a calm expression, neither nervousness nor shame or guilt, as if she was still getting along with me as before, as if nothing happened.

An unnamed fire broke out in my heart. I bit my lip, forced back the tears, and increased the strength of my hand to wipe the hair. Even the pain of my scalp was unconscious: "I have no appetite, I don't want to eat."

However, my body's reaction was contrary to what I had said. When I turned my head away from her gaze, the end of my nose sniffed the enticing aroma of food, curled into my mind, pervasively, and taught my stomach to cry "gruntly". stand up.

Not to mention me as the person involved, even Jiang Zhuo, who was only halfway through, must have heard the voice straight.

There is nothing more embarrassing than being exposed on the spot by making nonsense. I was still stunned by her, but this time it seemed that I was a little bit weaker.

She was angry, but she heard her say leisurely: "You are angry with me, why bother with your own body? Although I will feel distressed when I am angry, it is you who feel uncomfortable in the end."

She said that she was distressed, but her face was still faint, calm and unhurried, it seemed to be teasing.

I just feel that anger starts from my heart, and my brain hurts.

Seeing me glaring at me, she suddenly smiled, picked up the soup bowl on the table, turned her side to me, and said meaningfully: "Ling Prince's Mansion has taught me to send people to surround it, and the supply of meals is all fixed. If you If you refuse to eat, people in the entire palace should accompany you, the master, to share the joys and sorrows."

"According to that, do you have to accompany me hungry? My body, body, protection, and guard?" Unexpectedly, she would lift out of the Ling Palace to threaten, and I was not to be outdone, and immediately sneered at each other-just words I regretted it as soon as I said it, but still stubbornly stubbornly refused to show weakness.

Just listen to her sighed lowly, and said helplessly: "Yes, my lord, if you refuse to eat, I naturally dare not use chopsticks."

Her "His Royal Highness" seems to have brought me and I back to the days when everything hadn't happened yet. She was the unsmiling but caring guard Jiang, I was the innocent and timid Ling Wang who secretly promised me--I don't Understand, why did she break all of this with her own hands?

Is this throne really so important?

So is Kuang Xiqing, and so is Jiang Zhuo. These two women who are the most important in my heart, one has abandoned the former Kuang Xihan, and the other deceived me now... Does this also show that I am just a self-righteous loser, It's not much better than Kuang Xihan, whom I spurned.

The more I thought about it, the lower my mood became. A white jade spoon suddenly appeared in front of me, and there was a spoonful of clear soup in it. The gluttons in my belly became rampant all of a sudden. It was just when I lost my mind, so I didn’t hesitate to think about it. He opened his mouth to hold the spoon and drank the fresh soup.

But the soup was extremely hot, but I didn’t expect it. The heat went from my throat all the way back to my mouth, and it was scraped across my tongue. It numbs my taste buds and agitated me to stop the tears bursting. The big ones rolled down, splashing rippling circles in the soup bowl.

I spit out the tip of my tongue, but with dim tears, I saw Jiang Zhuo throwing the spoon in shock, scooping me from the seat into his arms, and cautiously reaching out his hand against my chin-both wanting to check the tip of my tongue for me His injuries, and want to wipe away the tears that flowed for me, the frantic appearance, it was a bit more uncomfortable than me.

Seeing her in a hurry, I was no longer indifferent, most of my tears were closed, and I became a little embarrassed, pursing my mouth backhand and wiping the tears, and struggling to get up from her arms-this posture is too much Ambiguous is not suitable for us who are still in the cold war.

"Don't move, does my tongue hurt?" She encircled my shoulders and hugged me tighter. With worried eyes, I couldn't help nodding and shook my head again.

My tongue was numb after being burned for a while, but it doesn't hurt much now, but I don't feel anything, I'm afraid it will take a while to eat.

"Don't you want to know the reason?" She leaned her head on my shoulder and leaned close to my ear, her voice lowered, "I told you to listen, okay?"

Although she couldn't see her expression, her low voice vented a trace of imperceptible fragility, and taught me to relax my shoulders: "...you said."

It doesn't look like she is taking the opportunity to get close and wipe the oil, just listen to what she says-I really care about the so-called answer.

"My real name is Kuang Ximing, the eldest grandson of Emperor Yongle, and the only daughter; General Yunjun Jiang Qin is my adoptive mother." She exhaled deeply, and said, "You won't be the king and the loser. Knowing is also excusable. In the official history of Dawu’s classics, only Wang Yunfei and the daughter of Wang Xi are recorded. The world does not know my existence, just like my mother probably didn’t know about herself for a while. A favored Rouran slave will give birth to a child for her."

The ridicule in her words suddenly turned into a touch of melancholy, and she was sour in her heart to teach people to follow.

——Wang Xi? Isn't that the tablet I saw in the Taimiao?

She was actually my cousin who did not show up in Wufu. No wonder she was born so similar to Kwong Xiqing because of blood relationship.

The chaotic thoughts in my heart stopped abruptly when she talked about her biological parents: sometimes her eyes would glow with a light amber color, which was originally half of the soft blood line, but her biological father's status would not be too high.

Although she is the only daughter, she can hear what she said, but she has never enjoyed the joy of Chenghuan's parents. She is lonely and lonely, and it hurts even more when she feels the same.

"Then how did you get adopted by Jiang Qin and his wife?" I asked after sinking into her story.

"Remember the life experience I told you that day?" She rubbed the side of my neck, as if attached to a warm child, and taught me to feel soft, biting her teeth tightly before holding back and stroking her cheeks. The urge to listen carefully, "I didn't lie to you, those are all real, but it's not a coincidence that I will be adopted, but Aunt Yun's arrangement."

"The pavement for you to seize the position?" My heart sank and I asked smoothly.

"...Yes." She said sullenly, "General Yunhu is not too high in rank, but he is the most popular officer in the Weiyuan army. With her name, it is easy to draw contacts and lay a foundation in the army. ."

"Your Excellency really played a big game of chess," I asked with a sneer, pushing away my face that was close to me. "So when I approached this king, did I have a plan?"

"I meant to be close to Kwong Xiqing, it has nothing to do with you," she frowned, her lips pursed, and there was a bit of grievance in my eyes. "It was you who tied me back indiscriminately and disrupted my plan. ...I still have the scars left on my back."

"According to you, it's the king's fault?" This bitter trick made me almost fooled. "It's all this king's fault, right?"

"I didn't mean that..." she quickly explained, but I didn't want to listen anymore.

"Get out," retiring resolutely from her arms, I turned my back, suppressing my emotions, and said calmly, "I want to be alone."

Maybe my face was too stiff, or my voice was too cold, she didn't try to play tricks again to tease me, nor did she entangle me more, she just sighed softly: "Remember to eat, don't starve. ."

After speaking, he quietly exited the room.

I didn't dare to speak out, let alone look back at her, for fear that I would choke when I spoke, and I would feel soft when I looked back.

——Jiang Zhuo...Oh no, her real name is Kuang Ximin.

Oh, fake, all are fake, even the name is fake...Can I believe you like this?