Walking through the small bridges, flowing water and craggy rockeries, my footsteps seemed to have my own consciousness, and slowly walked into the arch of the backyard, towards the flowery Yingyan Pavilion; Maybe I subconsciously remember this place, want to come here, want to see that memorable woman again.

"This king is going to listen to the Snow Pavilion - don't alarm the acolytes, you know?" Waving my hand, the cicada whispered in his ear, I looked at the two columns of guards following behind me, and made sure that the number of people had not decreased—I guess the people under Yan Ke should not have sent a message to those squires.

"The slave obeys." The little cicada bowed down and said something to Bingyi, and saw her looking in my direction; I nodded my head in disguise, but I couldn't figure out how she would react - I was glad that she immediately saluted and ordered the guards she had brought to disperse, leaving her and the cicada to be close to me.

Whether these guards hid to avoid too much movement, or sneaked into the various squires to keep an eye on them, is not a question I want to care about.

Following the cicada to the Tingxue Pavilion, I couldn't help frowning, hesitating whether to go in directly, or send the cicada to knock on the door first-and by the time I woke up to my inexplicable restrained mood, it was already after the sound of the door opening with a "squeak".

"Jiang Zhuo has seen His Royal Highness King Ling." She was still as calm and indifferent as when I first saw her, and she did not even salute, but only a simple and perfunctory greeting; Those deep and beautiful eyes stared at me silently, as if they had a thousand words, and as if they were tired of coping, and did not want to share with me at all.

Staring at the face that was quite similar to Kuang Xiqing but had a completely different temperament, I heard my own voice say unquestionably: "Doesn't the Jiang guard invite this king in to sit?" ”

The surprise in her eyes taught me that I could ignore the shyness and remorse that followed in my heart—I felt that the things that could make the other person change color were worth trying; And this kind of joy that is close to the success of the prank is attributed by me to the dark thoughts of eating deflated at Kwong Xiqing, so she who looks similar to her gets catharsis.

"Please." She restrained her expression well, opened the door to the side, and leaned over to invite me in—and I noticed that she was wearing only a thin robe, loosely tied with a belt, and a wide open neckline that could not hide her fair skin and the frightening scars.

After a pause, I turned around and instructed Xiao Cicada and Bingyi, who were following closely: "You are waiting here." "But she didn't want anyone else to see her injuries again; I had a vague feeling that she must not want to teach others to see as well.

"Your Highness?" Bingyi wanted to say something, but was grabbed by the little cicada's arm, "Obey." ”

I nodded in satisfaction, walked into the room filled with a faint smell of sandalwood and medicine, and closed the door casually.

Jiang Zhuo was the first to return to the inner room, I hesitated for a moment, and then followed in—she sat at the only square table in the room, and there were wound medicine and a pile of blood-stained gauze scattered on the table, and judging by the situation, she was about to change the dressing.

Seeing that she lifted the teacup as if she was going to pour tea for me, the sudden guilt made me quickly stop her: "This king is not thirsty...... You, you go to the medicine yourself, and you don't have to greet this king. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her eyes to see, and that glance made me think that there was something wrong with the proposal I had proposed—her expression was not disgusted, but it definitely did not mean any gratitude or joy.

"It's rude." The air froze for a few breaths, Jiang Zhuo said softly, and then pulled the belt of his clothes sideways, and faded the only robe to his waist, revealing his smooth shoulders, neck and arms; And right in front of me is the whole white back.

Her ridgeline is as chic as the freehand mountains of a famous artist, and the uneven butterfly bones are almost ready to flutter their wings and fly, but what shocked me was this scene that should have been picturesque, but there were several deep and shallow whip marks crisscrossed on it, some of which had scabbed over and grown pink new flesh, and some of which were still oozing blood.

I couldn't help but gasp, because of this ruthless destruction, and because of this undeniable poignancy.

She turned her back to me and didn't move for a long time, and I couldn't help but wonder: Do you want me to help her with medicine?

Before I had time to think about it, I grabbed the medicine bottle on the table, pulled out the stopper, and poured out some evenly placed in the palm of my hand, the milky white paste exuded a faint medicinal fragrance, and the medicinal effect should be good; Dip a little fingertip into a small amount and gently rub it over the wound that has not healed.

The muscles under the fingers trembled sharply, as if it was a stinging and conditioned reflex caused by the effect of the medicine, the tight back texture showed a moving line, and the touch of the fingertips was a novel experience, I didn't even realize that those dark eyes had been fixed on my face for a long time.

"Hurt you?" I withdrew my finger and looked at her apologetically.

She turned her face away for a moment, as if the complicated color that flashed away was just my heart: "No." ”

"That'll be fine." I quickly applied ointment to all wounds, bandaged them with gauze, and tied them with a beautiful bow at the end, and then I suddenly realized my stupidity and troublesomeness - yes, Jian Xin, who had received nursing training, was very good at such a trivial matter as dressing with medicine, but the truth was that I was now the king of the Great Wu Kingdom, and I had never been injured or bandaged, let alone knew how to bandage it...... Kwong Xihan.

Jiang Zhuo looked at me with obvious suspicion in his eyes, which made my heart hang all of a sudden.

"Thank you." After holding her breath for a while, she thanked her lightly, then took a complete set of clothes from the closet and put them on in turn in front of me.

I silently waited for her to get dressed, playing with the rest of the bandages in her hands, and fidgeting.

"Does the prince still have orders?" She stroked the folds of the neckline of her sleeves, and glanced at me without being salty, and the meaning of eviction was very obvious; Although it was an honorific title, she didn't take me as a prince in her eyes - although her attitude towards me before this was not respectful, I seemed to feel that after this drug-rubbing incident, she didn't even bother to maintain a superficial cover-up.

――It's ridiculous that I feel much more comfortable in front of Kuang Xiqing, Lu Xiuzhu and even Yan Ke in the face of such a cold her...... I can't tell why.

But it was in the short tea time that she turned around, and I suddenly remembered a fact that I had intentionally or unintentionally ignored: as a promising imperial guard, I was reduced to a forbidden = belly for people to play with overnight, and it was difficult for anyone to accept this gap, let alone suffer a brutal beating...... And the person who inflicted this qiē on her was Kuang Xihan, the body I am now.

In other words, in addition to receiving the right to use this body, I also have to bear her responsibilities and her emotional ...... and her iniquities.

I think Jiang Zhuo's example is just one of the thousands of things I need to pay for Kwong Xiqing.

"Nothing...... The king went first. "Now that she has clearly expressed her wish to thank the guest, I don't want to be ashamed anymore, before I walked out of the wing, I suddenly had a thought, "By the way, there will be a banquet in the palace in three days, and at that time, you will enter the palace with this king." ”

“…… Be. She frowned, but nodded her head in response.

Thinking of Kuang Xihan's temperament, I finally straightened the corners of my mouth, turned around expressionlessly, walked past Bingyi and Xiao Cicada who were waiting, and walked out of her room.

- I plan to take the opportunity to intercede with Kwong Xiqing through this palace banquet, and restore her to her original position, which can barely be regarded as a trivial compensation...... Even if it doesn't erase the damage that has been done, it will at least give each other a little comfort, especially for me.

"Your Highness, Liu Shijun is rushing in the direction of Tingxue Pavilion."

"Your Highness, Sun Shijun is coming in the direction of Tingxue Pavilion."

"Your Highness......" The guards who had just dispersed and disappeared appeared in front of me one after another, reminding me that the squires who had been ordered to "not leave the Lanyue Hall at will" were still receiving the wind and grass, and were approaching here in unison-in order not to be surrounded by these flowery and disgraceful squire-mes, I had better leave here first--anyway, the purpose of coming here has been achieved.

One last glance at the plaque in Tingxue Pavilion and the closed door under the plaque, I had to put away those chaotic thoughts and leave with my legs that seemed to have taken root here.

Hurriedly returned to the Dawn Hall where I lived, Yan Ke had been waiting for a long time.

When she saw me panting into the room, her expression changed, and her gaze was as cold as a knife blade when she glanced at me behind me—and I knew at once that even if she wasn't angry at me, the attendants who had gone out with me were going to suffer.

In order to avoid adding another debt, I rushed before Yan Ke spoke: "By the way, Aunt Ke, the imperial sister has set a palace banquet for me in three days, what do you think?" ”

Sure enough, as soon as she talked about Kuang Xiqing, she immediately received Yan Ke's great attention, so that she no longer had the intention to pursue Bingyi and Xiao Cicada's dereliction of duty.

Hurriedly stepped forward to help me sit down, waved his hand to send the rest away, Yan Ke couldn't wait to ask, "Your Highness, does the emperor's move have a deep meaning?" ”

"According to her, it's to celebrate my recovery from a serious illness." I said uncertainly—although I didn't want to admit it, even someone like me, who lacked political sensitivity, could smell the extraordinariness of this palace banquet, let alone Yan Ke, who was infinitely suspicious of Kwong Xiqing's every move.

I heard her sneer, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were mocking, and she didn't seem to put the Ninety-Five Venerable in her eyes at all: "Heh, I'm afraid it's not that simple." ”

――I didn't realize it, but I nodded approvingly.

"So, I plan to take Jiang Zhuo to the banquet." At this time, I tentatively voiced my decision.

"What!" Yan Ke's voice rose steeply, making me feel that my chances of convincing her were a few percent lower.