The skills of the cooks in the palace are naturally good, but I remembered the phrase "stay in the palace", but I didn't know the taste of food, and I only used some indiscriminately, and I lost my appetite anymore.

I looked at Kuang Xiqing when I stopped, but I saw that she was also looking at me meaningfully, and I couldn't help but be surprised.

I heard her laugh softly: "Han'er's disease, how has it changed a lot...... In the past, I loved to eat and drink the most, but I didn't touch it, didn't even my preferences change? ”

"Sister Huang is too worried...... I just don't have much of an appetite. Scooping a bowl of soup and sipping slowly, I barely smiled, not daring to make eye contact with her.

"It's my negligence, Han'er, you are just recovering from a serious illness, so you should be in moderation." She immediately hooked her lips, but she also put down the dishes and chopsticks, stopped eating, and waved her hand to let the attendant behind her remove the things.

"Imperial sister, you ...... Are you full? I watched her take the teacup and rinse her mouth absently, and smiled brightly - if I remember correctly, she had only eaten a few bites, according to the amount of food that an adult woman eats, especially in a woman's relatively strong body, it is absolutely impossible to reach the full stomach of Cheng Dù.

"Since Han'er has no appetite, I will accompany you," she waved away the female official who frowned behind her as if she wanted to admonish, and took my hand out of the ear room and came to the main hall in the middle, "There are just a few books left to review, and I am more sober on an empty stomach." ”

-- Did she mean to share my weal and woe with me, and to be hungry with me?

This is not some sweet words under the moon before the flowers, nor is there a thrilling life and death catastrophe, just a simple "I will accompany you", but it sincerely taught me to be moved.

Although, I think I am more moved by the residual emotions of Kwong Xihan's body; I really don't know what kind of complicated feelings she has for her sister.

The only thing I know for sure is that this emotion has become a death-threatening obsession and has affected my judgment.

…… However, the criticism folds?

I remember that Kuang Xihan was a powerful prince with the power to participate in the decision-making of the court, and for Kuang Xiqing, the emperor, it was a real threat, and it should not have happened to let me get within three feet of me, not to mention that she allowed me to enter the main hall to deal with political affairs - was Kuang Xihan too harmless to her, so that she did not need to be vigilant, or was this another temptation?

To say that this is Kuang Xiqing's trust...... Oh, I'm not naïve enough to think that there can be unreserved trust under the imperial power, even between sisters.

If there really is, it belongs to Kwong Xihan - not me.

She pulled me into the large Taishi chair that could accommodate two more of me, and pointed to the inkstone on the side: "Grind for me." ”

I nodded silently, wondering how to operate to polish the smooth and rich ink, but Kwong Xiqing didn't care much about flipping through the few booklets on the table, and didn't mean to write, I couldn't help but think: she probably ordered me to do something so that I wouldn't get bored.

Wu thought to herself, and her eyes involuntarily slid from the gentle inkstone over her strived side face - according to the local aesthetics of Dawu Kingdom, Kuang Xiqing's facial features are just the right blend of a man's softness and a woman's handsomeness, beautiful but not delicate, gentle and elegant, just a silhouette is so beautiful that people yearn for it.

As an emperor, she should be cold and decisive, but in just a few hours of getting along, I only felt her tenderness and closeness as a sister, and what made me even more incomprehensible was that in the few memories left by Kuang Xihan, this seemed to be the normal state of getting along with the two.

In other words, in Kuang Xihan's mind, this imperial sister is not as ill-intentioned as Yan Ke said, but a relative she relies on wholeheartedly...... Perhaps, it's not just about family affection.

As if sensing my gaze on her face, Kuang Xiqing turned her face slightly, glanced at me with a smile, and threw the fold she was watching in front of my eyes, and her deep dark eyes were difficult to distinguish: "These people are getting bolder and bolder...... Han'er might as well take a look. ”

I was startled by the sound of the fold slapping on the table, and my eyes immediately looked away at the moment when I met the dark eyes—even I couldn't tell what the reason for the panic that resembled a weak heart at that moment—and I opened the book's red cover as she meant.

…… Fu Qi fought hard and thundered, collected civil and military honors, and the criminal department was strictly interrogated, and the law of the country was corrected, and the ministers died and were immortal.

Well, judging by the ending, it's an impeachment note against someone.

…… All this retrograde is obvious to people's ears and eyes, but the inner court is afraid of disaster and does not dare to speak, and the outer court is speechless and does not dare to play.

Hey, looking further back, this recital lists more than a dozen crimes, and it seems that the person who was impeached is a heinous person.

…… Shengming is in the palace, but there is unscrupulous, turbid chaos, such as the emperor's sister Ling Wang.

Hey, the opening note is a little familiar; I remember that Kuang Xihan's title seems to be King Ling.

In this way, the twist that Kwong Xiqing asked me to watch turned out to be an impeachment of me?

What does she mean by that?

Warning, or a means of co-opting?

I closed the fold and silently put it back on top of the stack of stacks in her hand, and looked up at her, trying to see a clue in her expression.

She pulled out the book along with the others, threw it aside, and glanced at me with a smile, as if she was puzzled: "I was unexpected, Han'er was not angry, if it was in the past, I would have pestered me to behead these people who played the music, how can they be so good today?" Isn't it a serious illness, and even his temper has been worn out a lot? ”

"What's the use of being angry, can you stop the mouths of the people?" I subconsciously replied, but I couldn't help but secretly say badly: This doesn't seem to be in line with Kuang Xihan's temperament.

Sure enough, Kuang Xiqing flipped the rest of her hands for a moment, and the faint glance made me feel shocked-those eyebrows and eyes that were clearly exquisite, and the smile that couldn't be gentle, why was there a little coldness for no reason?

…… Probably my cǎo Mu Jibing's multi-heart.

"Han'er has really grown up...... I am very relieved. She said no more, dropped the folds on the table—before I knew it, they had been stacked in three stacks, and the one I had seen before belonged to the most of them—and took my hand, and walked slowly to the palace at the other end of the corridor.

I noticed that the ground was gradually rising with a tide; When a somewhat familiar palace door appeared in front of me, I suddenly realized: this is the emperor's imperial soup pool.

Is she going to take me here to take a bath?

No, no, the point should be, she wants to ...... with me Do you want to take a bath together?

My face turned red unconsciously at the obvious fact, and this sudden shame was for the sake of being naked in front of someone I didn't know well, or some other inexplicable emotion.

It wasn't until I was led into the steamy inner sanctum, and I was waited to take off my robe, that I was still thinking about it.

At this moment, I felt the placket on my chest being touched, and I reflexively waved the other person's hand away, took a step back, and hit the person behind me because of the force I used too hard, and I almost slipped and fell to the ground.

Finally steady, I swallowed back the exclamation that was about to exit, and silently turned my head to look at Kwong Xiqing—she was casually spreading her hands, waiting for the attendant to take off her clothes, and she didn't feel anything wrong in the slightest, as if it was normal for the attendant to take a shower and change clothes.

When she raised her eyebrows and lightly handed over an inquiring look, my heart suddenly sank: How could I forget that my current identity is a member of the top of the feudal ruling group, a privileged class with fine clothes and fine food, and a privileged class that is pampered and pampered, and the king of Ling who will never feel uncomfortable because someone serves and bathes.

"Nothing." Stroking my sleeves to hide my embarrassment, I shook my head, not thinking about the fact that in the middle of me and Kuang Xiqing was a group of beautiful teenagers who had not yet reached the weak crown, some of them were holding bath utensils such as bath towels and pancreas, waiting to the side without squinting, and the rest were gently and quickly undressing me.

As my skin became exposed to the air, I felt goosebumps on my body - even though the temperature in the temple was just right and it didn't feel a chill.

I think I still can't accept the customs and customs of the Great Wu Kingdom in such a short period of time, from the marriage system of polyandry to the tradition of serving and bathing by attendants; Perhaps what I can't accept the most is this young and beautiful but frail body, as well as the noble status and inextricable shackles that she has accompanied by a lot of fog.

"Let's all go down." Kwong Xiqing's voice seemed a little distorted in the white mist hall, especially under the influence of the sound of "bang-la-la" entering the water, which made me almost miss her words; But the young men who served them carried out her orders scrupulously, including the attendants, who were about to take off the last of my profane garments, and stopped as soon as she finished speaking, without the slightest hesitation.

Everyone put down what they were holdings, bowed, and then quietly exited the inner sanctum, as if they had never entered—and I felt a long sigh of relief from my chest.

Holding back a sigh, I peeled off the last cover with my own hands, turned and walked towards the wide pool made of jade.

The water was a little hot, but it was relaxing, and I couldn't help but loosen my brow and sink myself into the chest-high pool.

Kwong Xiqing leaned against the other side of the pool and closed her eyes, her brow calm - I found it difficult to take my eyes off the dazzling white skin and beautiful collarbones.

I've always known that a woman's body can be so beautiful that it can be eye-catching, but what I never expected was that one day, I would be amazed by this beauty...... Nearly sinking.