It was too late, it was too fast, and I felt only a pain in my shoulder, and the dancer had crossed the throne with his sword; The first blow was missed, but he suddenly turned around and prepared to stab the second sword.

At this moment, everyone who was still immersed in the gloomy sound reacted—the screams of the palace attendants, the shouts of the officials, and the shouts of the guards were intertwined, but there was a dead silence in my ears, only the sound of my own pounding heartbeat.

For the first time, I felt that death was so close to me, and I was far calmer than I thought I would be—there was probably a moment when I subconsciously felt that "death" was a relief for me—even if it was the negative thought I hated the most.

His attack was blocked by one man...... It's ginger burning.

I have never seen anyone who can make a sword so beautiful, as if from the front yard of the courtyard all the way to the willows, the awe-inspiring sword aura, falling a rain of petals, like a beautiful picture—compared to her, the previous assassin's sword dance is not worth mentioning at all—or perhaps, it is only because this sword dancer is Jiang Zhuo, a beautiful woman with a flawless appearance, that this is particularly pleasing to the eye, intoxicating, so that I can forget the crisis of this moment.

"Han'er, are you injured?" Kwong's face finally stopped with the ethereal calm of indifference, and the worry in his eyes as he grabbed my hand made me almost ignore the tingling pain in my shoulder.

"I'm afraid so." Gritting my teeth and holding down the bleeding wound on my shoulder, I nodded with a wry smile, wanting to tear a piece of the hem of my clothes to bandage the wound, but Kwong Xiqing tore off the hem of my clothes faster than I did, and quickly wrapped my shoulders tightly around and did a simple treatment - on the premise of her status as emperor, this was already a great surprise to me.

"Don't be afraid, Han'er, I will protect you." She held my hand hard, as if she wanted to give me support, her gentle and firm eyes moved me, but she couldn't help but sigh in her heart: although she was comforting me, the person who couldn't help but tremble was clearly herself......

Before Jiang Zhuo stopped the assassin's stall, the guards on both sides also quickly rushed over, surrounding the banquet hall; The leader of the Praetorian Guard led a few people to stand in front of me and Kuang Xiqing, and said in a low voice: "My subordinates are late to save the car, please surrender your majesty!" ”

"Take down the Assassins first." Seeing that the guards had formed a protective net, Kuang Xiqing also regained her composure and returned to a majestic and calm imperial demeanor.

"Wait, don't kill him!" When the leader of the Praetorian Guard pressed his sword and was ready to attack, I hurriedly added a sentence, for fear of witnessing the bloody scene with my own eyes.

"Yes, leave a living mouth, and I will interrogate it carefully." Kwong Xiqing seems to have misunderstood my original intention, but as long as it achieves the intended purpose, it doesn't matter.

However, at this moment, Jiang Zhuo, who was fighting with the assassin, snatched the sword from his hand, and then swiped the assassin's neck cleanly with a backhand slash - my exclamation was stuck in my throat, and my eyes were filled with a whole splash of blood, as if I had been hit in the head.

When he came back to his senses, his stomach rolled and he couldn't help but turn his head and retch.

- Facing the fear of death, I still can't escape after all.

"Han'er?" Kwong Xiqing patted my back and asked worriedly.

"Ahem...... I, I'm fine......" I took the tea she handed me and rinsed my mouth, I turned my face, not daring to look at the assassin's corpse, but I saw Jiang Zhuo half-kneeling on the ground, hanging his head, his hair covering his eyes, teaching me not to see her expression clearly.

For some reason, I always felt that there was a layer of sadness looming over her, and it made me suffocate my heart, but I couldn't figure out the source of this feeling.

"Investigate this matter thoroughly, if you let one go, I am the only one who asks." Kuang Xiqing frowned and glanced at Jiang Zhuo and the breathless corpse behind her, and then said to the leader of the Praetorian Guard.

Just when I thought she would immediately bring up the suspicious people present for investigation and interrogation, she suddenly picked me up and strode out—I turned my head with my wounds covered, and the expressions of the officials and nobles were even more frightened than when the Assassin had appeared before; And Jiang Zhuo still bowed his head and was silent, like a sculpture.

I felt the loss in my chest far overshadow the pain in my shoulder.

This is the third time I have been picked up effortlessly today, from the panic and embarrassment at the beginning to only a little uncomfortable now, unconsciously, even I have felt hopeless about the weakness of this body - Kwong Xiqing's embrace is another feeling, warm and reassuring, but not like Jiang Zhuo taught me to be like a drum and nervous from beginning to end.

Probably this is the inseparable blood relationship.

Between the main hall where the palace banquet is located and Kuang Xiqing's Chaolu Hall, it is said that it is not close, it is not far away, but I can feel the arm holding me from steady as Mount Tai to trembling slightly, which shows that this distance is not as light and light for her as she seems.

It's just that I can't live up to her intentions, so I'm just silently worried about the pain of being thrown to the ground, but I can't resist the idea of asking for help from the guards and attendants on the side.

Finally, I arrived in the dormitory without danger, Kuang Xiqing carefully put me on the imperial couch, and while shaking her arms without a trace, she raised her voice to call the imperial doctor - I looked sideways at the middle-aged imperial doctor who met again today, and said "sorry" to her back and forth in my heart.

"Imperial Doctor, how is the injury on King Ling's shoulder?" Kuang Xiqing asked a little impatiently, her eyes fixed on the imperial doctor who was there with the old god, as if as soon as she opened her mouth to say something bad, she would be pushed out and beheaded.

The Imperial Physician was obviously accustomed to the royal family's habit of threatening the Imperial Physician at every turn, and he did not panic when he heard this, but only repeated the actions of not long ago, slowly and methodically took my pulse, and lifted the strip of cloth on my shoulder to examine the wound carefully—so close that I did not even miss the emotion that flashed in her eyes—perhaps I had never seen a prince who was injured so often as I was.

After a while, she withdrew her hand and turned around to report to Kuang Xiqing, who looked anxious: "Back to Your Majesty, King Ling's wound is bright red, which can be seen to be non-toxic; The incision is less than an inch long, no more than half a finger deep, just a wound on the flesh, and it is not a big problem, just apply some good wound medicine. ”

As she spoke, she took out two small porcelain bottles from the medicine box she was carrying, and uncorked them, one emitting a strong smell of alcohol, and the other a faint medicinal fragrance.

"Han'er, you have a good rest, I will deal with the assassins." Kwong Xiqing patted the back of my hand soothingly, got up and left the dormitory.

Nodding my head, I was swept away by the fear of having to deal with her wounds alone.

"Your Highness, please bear with me, the minister has to disinfect your wounds, it may hurt a little." The Imperial Physician gently tore the bandage from my shoulder and said in a deep voice.

"Hmm." I looked away from the bleeding shoulder, but the irritation of the alcohol on the wound made me grin and "hiss".

"Does the minister hurt His Highness?" The Imperial Doctor's voice was a little casual and casual, but his subordinates kept applying the medicine and bandaging it, as if it didn't matter whether I answered the pain or not.

- I know that after the entanglement between Kuang Xihan and Xu Guijun was exposed, it was almost delusional to want to be respected by the imperial doctor.

And if this imperial doctor can still appear in front of me, but she is not killed, it means that she must be someone trusted by Kuang Xiqing...... So, does this also mean that in Kuang Xiqing's heart, if it weren't for the half of the blood relationship, he wouldn't even want to take a second look at a sister like Kuang Xihan?

Thinking of this hypothesis, my heart throbbed for no reason.

"Okay, be careful not to get water on the wound these days, avoid spicy and greasy, and change the dressing in the morning and evening." The imperial physician handed a bottle of medicine to the attendant waiting on the side, and whispered to me, "Your Highness, please rest well, the minister will retire first." ”

"Thank you." The wound is cool and cool, but it doesn't hurt much, which shows that the effect of this medicine is good.

The imperial physician quickly withdrew, and the attendants followed, leaving only a handsome servant to stand by my bedside.

"Can the slave and maid wait for His Highness to rest?" This young man is no more than eleven or twelve years old, and his voice is still immature, but the stern sù on his face makes it difficult to treat him as a child.

"The king is not sleepy," I said, shaking my head, glancing at the door of the dormitory, and asked tentatively, "do you know where His Majesty is?" ”

"The slave doesn't know." The servant replied without thinking.

“…… So, do you know where are the attendants who followed the king into the palace? I asked again.

"This ...... The slave ...... "He looked at me in embarrassment, and did not dare to agree, as if he had some concerns.

"Why, don't you know, or don't you want to say?" I deliberately lowered my face, and sure enough, he was so frightened that he immediately told the truth, "Your Highness Bing, Bing, it's not that the slave doesn't want to say it, it's just that His Majesty ordered before leaving, no one is allowed to disturb your rest......"

"I just want to know if they're okay, isn't that okay?" I asked, still with a cold face.

He thought for a moment, presumably weighing whether it was worth offending me for this trivial matter—and then he replied, "The attendants brought by His Highness are all waiting in the side hall of the Chaolu Palace, and the Jiang guards are guarding outside the hall......"

"What? You mean Jiang Zhuo is outside? I sat up excitedly, but I almost touched the wound, "This king wants to see her." ”

"But......" he was about to excuse himself, but I was silenced by the sight, so I had to reluctantly nod my head, "The slave obeys." ”

"Very good~" I watched with satisfaction as he hurried out of the dormitory, and after a while, he hurried back, followed by a tall figure that made me cover the wound on my shoulder and slowly lay back on the bed.

"How is the prince's injury?" She stood not far from the bed, her gaze sweeping over my shoulder, and asked faintly.

"This king is all right, but what about you? Are you hurt? I looked at her from head to toe, but I couldn't see any obvious wounds.

"Thank you for your concern, Jiang Zhuo is not injured." Something seemed to flash in her eyes, but it was a love that I couldn't discern for a moment.

"Oh, that's good......" I didn't know what else to say next except for Nene, who didn't seem to have any intention of opening, and silence spread between us.

"Han'er, why haven't you rested?" Kwong Xiqing's voice suddenly sounded, and I immediately turned my head to look - although I couldn't tell what the weakness of my heart was coming from at that moment.