Heartburn

When I woke up again, I was already lying on the bed, covered with a light silk satin quilt, smoked with a soothing fragrance, and my clothes were changed into comfortable and fitted cotton nightgowns, obviously being served Very thoughtful.

When he moved his hands and feet, there was nothing wrong with his body except for his painful head from time to time.

I seemed to have a very long and complex dream, in which strange or familiar scenes passed by, one by one, stunning or ordinary faces appeared, only a pair of amber eyes were unforgettable, which taught people to remember, from the beginning In the end, it runs through these pictures of walking around and looking at flowers. Every time I think about it, it is the joy and the sorrow of the pulse.

I don’t know who these eyes belong to, and that face is also covered with a hazy veil. When the face is about to be seen clearly, it suddenly turns into another scene, as if there is a kind of invisible. The power of this prevents me from continuing to explore and uncover the truth.

In the end, when the dream was broken and I woke up, I still couldn't see the true face of the owner of those eyes, nor could I sort out these chaotic fragments.

I can't tell if this is the past that I have forgotten, or the conjecture of thinking day by day and dreaming night by night.

All I know is that after I woke up, even if I was reluctant, I still had to face the facts that had happened-the absurd but undisturbed kiss.

The secret emotions in my heart are one thing, etiquette is another matter. My identity and my reason make me unable to persuade myself to fool around in such a way-how should I face Kuang Xijun? How should I face the royal husband and that shy little guy? Or even, Wei Shu who warned me?

Although it was Kwong Ximin who took the initiative, I can't deny that I did throbbing because of the kiss, which is why I was so entangled.

All appearances are false. If there is nothing in your heart, you will not be stained with dust, but what if you have thoughts in your heart?

......I can only use a sword to cut Nie Yuan.

Quietly staying in the room for the whole night, sorting out these things one by one, silently recalling the images in the dream, trying to piece together some complete memories-but it was in vain, but it caused headaches a few times, so I had to give up .

Regardless of Kuang Ximing's reasons, in order to avoid embarrassment later, if we separate for a period of time and calm down, it will be good to each other... Perhaps this is also the best excuse for me to leave the palace.

After making up my mind, I called the attendant to change the more formal prince's crown at dawn, determined to strike while the iron was hot, and immediately went to Kwong Xidong to explain it.

The court attendant who led the way said euphemistically: "It coincides with the hour, and I don't know if the meeting is over. I rush to go, I am afraid that your majesty will not be free..."

After hesitating for a moment, I still walked along the same path, thinking in my heart: If there was a minister on the side when I saw her, it would happen to be a testimony from the side that taught her that there is no reason to keep me under house arrest.

Therefore, I ignored the palace attendants who intentionally or unintentionally blocked me a little, and just rushed forward, the oncoming guards and attendants saluted, but they didn't dare to stop me.

After a short while, there was an exceptionally majestic palace in front of him, and even the guards on duty outside the palace gate were a bit more severe than elsewhere.

When I arrived at the right time, I saw the gate of the palace slowly opened, and officials in crimson robes filed out, occasionally sandwiching a few dark green robes; after them, they did not hurriedly. A group of officials wearing vermilion robes should be important officials of the imperial court with ranks one to three.

I had no impression of them, and I was impatient to exchange greetings with these mostly elderly officials, so I just waited a long way to the side of the palace gate and waited silently for them to leave. Probably less than a stick of incense, and seeing that there were no more officials going out of the hall, I continued to move forward, waved to avoid the guards guarding the door from saluting, and walked in grandiosely.

——Strange, I just glanced at the leaving crowd at random, but didn't see the figure of the emperor Yun Chong... Maybe she didn't need to attend every pilgrimage on time.

I shook my head and quickly put the idea behind me. I didn’t wait for the palace attendant who was guarding outside the temple to pass on, and I followed him directly into the inner hall; the corner of his eyes twitched, wanting to say something. What, but I was trembling with the gaze that I looked at. In the end, I was afraid that it would offend me, so I had to speed up, and somehow rushed ahead of me to inform the master.

——Ha, my prestigious name is still very useful.

In the past, I always disliked the domineering impression left by King Ling, and was always awkward and helpless when being respected by others, and some vague sadness, but this time it was rare and a little bit happy and refreshing-I want to be really by Kuang Xidong. I was so irritated, I couldn't wait to leave this palace, but I didn't want to wait for a while.

I can't help asking myself: What do I care about, and what am I afraid of?

However, when I wanted to continue thinking about it, I didn't dare anymore.

"Why... why are you here?" Frowning, she waved her sleeves to let the two officials who were training leave, then pulled out a casual smile, and motioned for me to step forward in a warm voice.

Stepping on the smooth brick surface, looking directly at the upper Luang seat, she did not miss a series of expression changes from surprise to worry to forbearance when she saw me. My heart felt tight, almost shaken. .

"Come to you, I have something to ask for." I have already used the word "beg". Kuang Xidong would not be aware of this, and raised her eyebrows unconsciously, even the disguised smile faded.

Suppressing the previous sway, he considered it and said, "I've been in the palace long enough, I think..."

Seeing her lips pressed tightly after I opened my mouth, her mind shook, and she couldn't help but remember the fleeting light touch yesterday, as if there was still that incredible softness on my lips, and my face was hot. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? , I changed my mouth somehow, and the sentence "I want to stay in the palace" became "I want to go out for a walk and visit privately with a WeChat account. The right to relax, maybe I can think of something."

"Well, how do you think about... go out?" Xu Ye himself also realized how pale the so-called "well" is, Kuang Ximing coughed lightly, avoiding my gaze, and tapping on the throne's fingertips unconsciously. The golden handrail seems to be used to divert the upset in the heart.

"I'm tired of staying in the palace, so I want to go for a walk, can't it?" Taking into account her attitude towards the Fu family, I didn't mention going back to the palace to see the king's husband, and even silently gave up this plan. Whether I'm cold or cold-blooded, I can't find a shadow in my memory. I don't want to deceive myself and use false attention to tear open the scab that roughly covers the wound, so let's not think about it for now.

Besides, I'm not sure whether I can't recall any of the old things now, and whether the chaotic state due to various undesirable emotions will harm the husband who has been missing for a long time and is almost a stranger... Simply or not. Good missing.

"Are you tired..." Kuang Ximing smiled slightly, even though the smile seemed to me to be a symbolic twitch of the corner of his mouth, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, the inaudible rhetorical question was more like an unconscious repetition, with indifferent eyebrows. Miao, as if the next moment will be broken and splashed into countless crystals, dissipating in the heavens and the earth-I was shocked by this terrible thought, and when I looked intently, it looked like a light cloud, even just now. That kind of forbearance and restraint disappeared, it seems that everything is just my own thinking too much.

"You want to go out, naturally it's okay, why should I... stop you?" She sighed low, then raised a soft smile like the first time she saw it, making people feel sad for no reason.

"You, did you agree?" Enduring the inexplicable sorrow in my heart, I asked to confirm, but I couldn't figure out what I was thinking. Why did she feel that after she no longer made things difficult to hinder, and happily agreed. How lost and melancholy?

"Well, I agreed." She lowered her head and opened a memorial casually, suggesting that the conversation was over, "After seven days, when I arrange everything, I will walk around as you please, even if you leave. It’s okay to go to Guanlan City... okay?"

"...Okay." She started to call herself "I" to me-my primary concern was not her acceptance, but the change of title.

......After all, are you alienated from her?

This is the end of the story, and my goal has been achieved. It should be happy-but why can't I be happy?

Following the leading palace attendant, he turned and left the hall. At the moment before stepping out the door, the ghost turned his head and saw that the man was holding the memorial book tightly with one hand, while the other hand was holding his forehead, his palm covering most of it. Face, I can't see the expression on his face, but the back that has been straight since I entered loosens, as if leaning on the back of the chair behind him embarrassingly, seeking a moment of breathing.

In the empty hall, her figure is so remote, and so empty and helpless—sensitive, fragile, and silently stubborn. I suddenly realized that the woman on the throne is not just the world in charge of the universe. The Lord is also a lonely man destined to be cruel and unfeeling.

——It's too cold in the heights.

There was a sudden pain in my heart, and even my head ached uncontrollably.

Seven days later, sitting in a well-decorated carriage, with a little hesitation, accompanied by the sound of horseshoes, he slowly drove out of Guanlan City.

Without waiting for my instructions, the carriage drove leisurely in one direction by itself, as if it had been driving the car. I felt a little wrong, so I could not help but reach out and knock on the wall of the carriage, and asked in a loud voice, "This is to go. where?"

I didn't pay attention before and got into the car in a daze. Now I remember that everything that was accompanied by Kuang Xidong was arranged by someone, so this driver is hers, does it mean she wants to go to the place?

Now that I have left the palace, I don't intend to be at her mercy anymore.

"Will you go to the nearest city of Molin first?" The replying voice was warm and cool, and you could feel a touch of joy in the voice through the curtain of the car, touching, but familiar.

This voice... won't it?

I was so shocked by my own conjecture that I hurriedly called to stop.

The carriage came to a halt slowly, but my heartbeat "pounded" and became more and more rapid.

For a while, when I almost couldn't help jumping out of the carriage to see what was going on, I saw the curtain of the car lifted up, and a woman in a guard uniform leaned in half of her body, clearly just hooking her lips and the corners of her eyes. But there was a hint of joy flying freely at the tip of the eyebrows: "His Royal Highness, what's your order?"

I was completely stunned.

——This person is not Kuang Xijun and who is it!