This qiē occurs between lightning and flint, and it is so fast that it is difficult to react; Kankan waited until Jiang Zhuo dragged the assassin at the cost of his injuries, and the other guards who were still far away from the stage drew their weapons one after another, rushed to the altar, and surrounded the assassin in one go.

I saw that the assassin smiled coldly, and suddenly withdrew his long sword, and his movements were so fast and ruthless that he actually brought up a bloody arrow, and my heart throbbed when I saw it......

Without pause, she flipped the sword over and slashed hard at her neck, blood gushing out, but she didn't feel the pain, the corners of her mouth curled into a mocking arc, and she fell on her back with her arms outstretched—I seemed to see her glance at me before she fell, and there was some other incomprehensible emotion in her eyes, in addition to bitter hatred.

However, at this moment, I only have the figure in my eyes that is half-kneeling on the ground with a wound, and I don't have the slightest intention to think about anything else.

"Where's the Imperial Doctor! Someone, pass on the imperial doctor! Ignoring the blackened dizziness in front of me, I stepped forward, pushed away the guards blocking the periphery, hugged Jiang Zhuo tightly, and asked eagerly, "Jiang Zhuo!" Jiang Zhuo, are you okay! Don't scare me, you, you talk! ”

She frowned, her lips were bitten white, but her face was flushed, not as if she had lost too much blood; I just thought that I had smeared □□ on the sword, and the toxin had invaded her body, and it had already begun to attack, and I couldn't help but feel nervous, and I only hated my identity for causing this qiē.

But I saw that her eyelashes trembled a little, and she opened them slowly, staring straight at me with her dark eyes, and she blushed for no reason, if she wasn't worried about her injury, I was afraid that I would have been too shy to withdraw my hand and leave.

"How are you? Where's the injury? Does it hurt? Although she opened her eyes, she just looked at me and didn't speak, as if she had lost her mind, and she was startled, and hurriedly shouted at Yan Ke, who was still hurriedly directing the guards to maintain order and check if there were other assassins in ambush, "Aunt Ke! The Imperial Doctor! The accompanying imperial doctor! Call the Imperial Doctor! ”

"Your Highness, ahem...... Please let go first, let go of ......" I heard her cough violently, patted my arm around her, and said with a little difficulty—and after saying this, it was as if she had exhausted all her strength, and she gasped for breath.

"Oh, oh, yes, I'm sorry, I'm also ......in a hurry," I carefully relaxed my arms, but still maintained the posture of encircling her, I didn't dare to move her lightly, let alone have the strength to pick her up, so I could only stubbornly stay by her side, waiting for the imperial doctor to arrive - the surrounding circle of guards was selectively forgotten by me.

Or, subconsciously, I don't want anyone else to come into contact with Jiang Zhuo's body.

I was sweating profusely when I heard the person in my arms suddenly sigh and whispered, "Your Highness doesn't have to be nervous...... cough, cough, cough, the subordinate was only slightly injured, cough, and his life was not hindered......"

"Minor injuries? It's all bleeding, you call it a minor injury? Don't take me for a fool! Glancing at the injured and restless man with hatred, I was so concerned about the imperial doctor who had not yet arrived that I even became impatient in my tone, and I just wanted to teach this woman who didn't take her body seriously a good lesson.

"Heh, don't you believe it, Your Highness?" She shook her head helplessly, and then reached out and lifted her coat - my first reaction was to close my eyes, not daring to look at the style of her wrapped in her clothes; The next moment, he remembered the guards around him, and ordered without thinking: "You all turn around and don't look back!" ”

"Yes, Your Highness." Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why, but seeing that my expression was stern, not like a joke, they bowed down and turned their backs.

It wasn't until they all memorized it that I realized what stupid thing I had done - oh my God, when did I, who once despised Kwong Xihan's privileged class status and insisted that "everyone is equal", learn to give orders in such a commanding manner?

What's the difference between that and the kind of person I used to hate?

The most terrifying thing is that at that moment just now, the order to the guards was a conditioned reflex rushing out, as if I had accepted the privileges brought by Kuang Xihan's status as a prince when I was not aware of it; And this sense of superiority is accompanied by the indifference of the superiors who regard human life as a mustard.

When my heart was in turmoil, my palm was gently pinched, I looked down suddenly, but Jiang Zhuo pressed my hand to her chest with a serious face, and explained indifferently: "Your Highness, please touch, this is a close-fitting gold silk soft armor, although it is not to the point of invulnerability, but it also plays a certain role, Fang Cai's long sword only pierced into the ribs of his subordinates, no more than three finger......s deep."

- She, she, she, what is she doing!

My hands are on the ...... The touch under the palm is separated by a thin layer of metal and fabric, but it is difficult to hide its softness, which is different from the feeling when I touch myself, and even makes people feel crispy and numb like an electric shock.

I can imagine my flushed cheeks and my heartbeat that was about to lose my balance.

"Enough, enough! This king knows......" I couldn't help but interrupt her explanation, I pulled back my palm hard, forced a smile, and tried my best to say calmly, "Jiang Escort, you are fine, this king is very pleased." ”

Just when I was racking my brains and didn't know how to get rid of this embarrassment—perhaps it was just my unilateral unforgettable feeling—Yan Ke led the empty Zen Master to our side, and said with an ugly face: "Your Highness, forgive me, the assassin has been ambushed, and there is no other accomplice for the time being...... I've already sent someone to call the Imperial Doctor. ”

Before I could speak, the Konghui Zen Master had already stretched out his finger and put it on Jiang Zhuo's wrist, and his gentle voice suddenly soothed the restlessness in my heart: "Your Highness, don't panic, let the poor nun take a look at this benefactor, okay?" ”

"Okay, please." I hurriedly made some room for Zen Master Konghui to exert - I knew that she was quite accomplished in medical skills, otherwise Yan Ke would not have asked her to diagnose my pulse, and with her cutting Jiang Zhuo's pulse, half of my hanging heart was relieved.

She groaned for a while, and then opened Jiang Zhuo's shirt to check the wound - I stared at her movements, and I wanted to stop it, but I couldn't hold back my sudden thought - although I didn't want others to see Jiang Zhuo's body, but after all, the empty skin Zen master was there to examine her injuries, and he was a monk, so it was reasonable that I shouldn't interfere.

Besides, the most important point is: what is my relationship with Jiang Zhuo? Why am I inexplicably possessive of her?

"According to what the poor nun can see, this benefactor's wound is not fatal, Your Highness can rest assured," probably seeing that my face was wrong, the empty Zen Master smiled and comforted, "The gold silk soft armor she wore just removed part of the momentum, and the blade stuck into the ribs, did not hurt the heart and lungs, and it can be recuperated for a while." ”

Hearing her say it so lightly, because Jiang Zhuo's words coincided, I was finally able to let go of the other half's heart.

It's just that, thinking of my flustered expression before, there are still undried tears in the corners of my eyes, and embarrassment occupies my heart in an instant, I just want to dig a hole in the ground and bury myself.

"Uh, uh...... Very good," I forced myself to let go of my hands and slowly stand up, not to stare at that pale and cold face with reluctance, "Aunt Ke, send someone to take care of Escort Jiang, this king will personally investigate this assassination." ”

- Even so, only I know that a large part of the reason is to avoid Jiang Zhuo.

My mind was filled with countless unrealistic thoughts, and it was difficult for me to face her for a while.

Hurriedly returned to the room where I lived, while listening to Yan Ke and me analyze the assassination, and at the same time, the little cicada re-bandaged the wound on my wrist for me, and the stinging pain reminded me of Jiang Zhuo's injury - compared to the two, it should be more painful for her, right?

After all, it was a wound in the chest......

"Wait," in a trance, I saw that the little cicada had cleaned up, picked up the tray and was about to go out, and I immediately stopped him, "The towel is left." ”

- That's Jiang Zhuo's thing.

“…… Your Highness, I wonder what you think? Yan Ke coughed lightly, drawing my attention back.

"Well, what Aunt Ke said is very true, just do what you want." Met her inquiring eyes, I bowed my head weakly, and pretended to agree—I didn't know what she was saying in a flash.

"Alas...... It seems that His Highness really cares about the person surnamed Jiang! Yan Ke shook his head and sighed helplessly, "I'm just asking Your Highness if you want to eat...... Well, I'll send someone over later, and Your Highness will have a good rest. ”

“…… Well. I nodded awkwardly and watched Yan Ke go out, only then I collapsed on the bed and thumped the bed board a few times sullenly—why did I become so strange when I encountered something about Jiang Zhuo?

Later, after eating alone in my room, and washing the silk handkerchief with the water left over from washing, I lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The dim moonlight crawled through the window, and shone on the towel I hung on the window, reflecting the brilliant light, vaguely the dark lines embroidered on the silk handkerchief.

I rolled over and lay flat facing the top of the bed, struggling in my heart: should I go to see Jiang Zhuo tomorrow morning, or should I go again tomorrow afternoon?

…… Why don't you go now?

Together, this thought intensified and became out of control.

A quarter of an hour later, waving my hand to drive the guards who insisted on following me away, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the room with a faint candle flame.

I waited with bated breath for a while, and just before my courage ran out and I couldn't help but turn around and run away, the door opened softly.

"Your Highness?" She was only dressed in a single dress, and there was a strange look in her cold eyes—long inky hair, snow-colored skin, beautiful in the bright moonlight.

I just felt like I was suffocating my breath, and I forgot all the excuses I had come up with.