"Your Highness, what do you mean by this? Didn't you teach the rhetoric surnamed Jiang to fool you? The way she looked so heavy was a bit bluffing, and even though she knew she was thinking about me, she reflexively shrunk her shoulders - and it made her brow tighten a little more.

Realizing that backing down would only turn things out completely against expectations, I cleared my throat and explained, "Aunt Ke doesn't have to worry, I have my own plans for this matter. As you said, Jiang Zhuo was once the imperial sister's person, so instead of bothering to watch out for her, you should send her back to her original place - you can arrange for a few more guards to follow me in case of accidents. ”

"Your Highness originally meant this, but I thought about it." She smiled and nodded—and I quietly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

The three days passed in a flash, and on this day, after a little bit of dim sum to pad my hunger, after Yan Keqian's instructions, it was time for me to leave for the banquet in the palace.

According to the female official sent by Kwong Xiqing, this palace banquet only invited the nobles of the family who had an in-law relationship with the royal family, and it could be treated as an ordinary family banquet, and there was no need to dress too grandly; But my personal attendant Xiao Cicada still rummaged through the cabinets like a great enemy, muttering about the matching of court clothes.

Just when I was having a headache about how to dispel his thoughts, the attendant at the door whispered, "Lord Qiqi, Jiang Escort asks to see you." ”

"Let her in." I turned my face sideways, avoiding the little cicada's hand holding a golden hairpin studded with pearls, and picked out the most plain and lightest white hosta from the dazzling makeup box—I really don't know how Kwong Xihan's extravagant habit of wearing gold and silver and his strange taste for the eyes were cultivated.

"Why did the prince bring Jiang Zhuo into the palace?" She just stood behind me and asked straight to the point, her clear and waveless eyes looked straight at me, making me subconsciously straighten my back, but I didn't dare to turn around and look at her, just observed her expression from the mirror without a trace - she looked a little puzzled, but there was a trace of struggle in the depths of her eyes, which was incomprehensible.

Could it be that returning to the palace and continuing to be the captain of the Praetorian Guard was not what she wanted?

…… I don't understand.

"You don't want to?" Thinking like this in his heart, he immediately asked.

Unexpectedly, she was stunned for a moment, as if she had never figured out the answer to her question.

After only a few breaths of hesitation, she lowered her eyes and saluted, but with obvious resistance under her deference: "No...... Jiang Zhuo thanked the prince. ”

"That's good," I retracted my gaze, got up and walked past her, walking towards Yan Ke, who was waiting by the door to stare at her with a warning face, "The hour is almost up, let's go." ”

——It has been agreed with Yan Ke that this matter will not be repentant...... Even the reluctance that flashed in her eyes made my heart struggle with it.

But I had a hunch that sending her back to the palace, away from me and away from this land of right and wrong, would be the best option for us.

Climbing into the carriage with some difficulty, I had to step on the back of the strong attendant with the support of the cicada - this was natural for Kwong Xihan, but it subverted the concept of "equality for all" that I had accepted since I was a child; I have to tell myself countless times in my heart that only by abandoning the thoughts and thoughts that belonged to Jian Xin in the past can I play the role of King Ling well and live in this strange and helpless world.

I'm just afraid that I always subconsciously reveal ideas and concepts that are incompatible with this era, and my flawed acting skills will make people who are familiar with Kwong Xihan suspicious; But what I am more afraid of is that I have been forced to substitute myself for the identity of Kuang Xihan for a long time, and in the end, it will be difficult for me to get rid of the inertial thinking of this character, and I will become arrogant, with no one in my eyes, and even gradually indifferent to the life and death of ordinary people, until I am indifferent.

I couldn't help but think of Kwong Xiqing's eyes—with gentle and beautiful outlines, but they were always calm to the point of being a little cold, as if only when they were facing me, they showed a trace of warmth; But that warmth is only for her sister, not an alien wandering soul Jane.

That's the look of the higher-up, but it shouldn't belong to me.

Before the curtain was lowered, I saw Jiang Zhuo turning over on the horse, looking heroic, and I couldn't see the scars on his back that were still oozing blood.

As if feeling my gaze, she raised her eyes and glanced at me, and the cold eyes taught me to immediately extinguish the idea of inviting her to ride in the carriage with me - this woman, hiding her arrogance and stubbornness under a quiet appearance, refused to bow her head even in the face of the once violent Kwong Xihan; This woman does not need useless mercy.

Shaking my head self-deprecatingly, I took the teacup handed by the little cicada, took a sip lightly, and couldn't help frowning: "It's too sweet...... I remember that I had told him not to drink this sweet pear fruit tea anymore, could it be that he forgot it again?

"Damn it! Please atone for your sins! He knelt down in front of me, his thin back trembling, and I suddenly remembered that this was still a boy who was not as weak as a crown.

How can I rebuke him for that? Maybe Kwong Xihan will, but I'm not her after all.

Swallowing a sigh, I put the teacup back on the small table and waved my hand happily: "That's it, just remember next time." ”

“…… Be. He cautiously raised his head and glanced at me, then quickly took away the tea cup on the table, and refilled it with warm water for me, but the fear in his eyes could not be hidden.

I just felt tired, and I didn't want to explain, so I just sat on the wall of the car in a daze with a blank face - I don't know when such a day will be a head?

Perhaps, one day, I will be found out by Kuang Xiqing or someone else and killed, and I will have a chance to go back......

Thinking like this, it didn't take long to arrive at the palace.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness King Ling." After getting out of the carriage, before I could stand firmly, two rows of brightly dressed palace attendants bowed and saluted, led by the female official who took me to the Chaolu Hall that day.

Her gaze glanced lightly at Jiang Zhuo on the side, and then casually led me to the main hall of the palace dedicated to banquets; The young palace attendants behind her did not have the same good concentration as hers, and the gaze that fell on Jiang Zhuo obviously had a different meaning, and I can only be sure that it was not a joy based on admiration.

Along the way, only the palace attendants with trays in a hurry passed by our group, but there were no other ministers who went to the banquet, if I didn't come too early, then I was too late.

Thinking like this, I feel the moment I step into the temple, companion

Take a look, Kwong Xihan, this is the impression that others have of you, fearful and disrespectful, and avoided.

"Today's main lord can be regarded as coming, if His Royal Highness King Ling is missing, what is the meaning of this banquet?" The young woman in the third seat on the left side of the hand raised her glass to me and joked.

"Lord Lu's words are wrong, His Royal Highness King Ling, as a Tianhuang nobleman, is naturally the finale, how can it be compared to me and other idlers?" The young woman in the seat across from her chuckled in response.

Most of the young people at the table whispered and laughed in low voices, while the older ones drank their wine as if they had not heard the two men talking in a double reed, and did not intend to mingle in the hidden conversation.

I looked at the two young men who were talking, the former was dressed in a scarlet military general's costume, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dark skin, and a rather burly and strong figure; The latter was dressed in navy blue civil official clothes, with willow eyebrows and fine eyes, white skin, and a weak scholar.

These two people are one writer and one martial arts, one sings and one harmony, and the cooperation is tacit, but I don't have any impression of these two people in my memory, so it can be seen that they are not important figures.

Since it's not important, then you don't need to pay attention to it - according to Kuang Xihan's domineering nature, he will definitely give up after a seizure.

With such a weak body, and irritable and irritable, it is no wonder that a large number of rare tonics are poured down, but she is always sick and crooked; I can't help but wonder if these deliberately provoking people also saw this, so they recklessly bumped into the muzzle of the gun one after another to provoke her?

So, are these people themselves at odds with her, or are they instructed by others?

Thinking like this, I couldn't help but raise my head and glance at Kuang Xiqing, who was drinking alone on the throne; She beckoned to me, smiled gently, and taught people like a spring breeze: "Han'er, sit next to me." ”

Looking around at all the seats, there was still one vacant seat under her, so it could be seen that the decision to let me sit next to her was completely improvised.

Passing through the seats on both sides and slowly stepping on the imperial steps, I could feel the gaze of the civil and military officials one after another, like a mang's back, guessing Kuang Xiqing's intentions in my heart, but to no avail.

As I got closer, I noticed that her gaze seemed to faintly pass through me, and fell lightly on Jiang Zhuo, who had been silently following me—at first glance, the two of them had very different temperaments, each with its own merits, and it was difficult for people to confuse them; And if you look closely, you can distinguish the similarities between their facial features.

Suddenly, I was a little curious: what was the scene of these two people when they first met?

And what kind of idea did Kuang Xiqing have when she transferred this woman who looked like herself to her side as a guard?

When Kwong Xihan took Jiang Zhuo away, what did she feel in her heart? Have you ever been retained?

Thinking about it, my mind suddenly ran away.

Just as he was sitting down beside Kuang Xiqing, a young woman in a navy blue civil official dress held a wine cup and said loudly: "Your Highness is late, but you can teach people to wait, you should punish yourself with three glasses!" ”

Following the prestige, the woman's eyebrows are somewhat similar to the imperial husband Lu Xiuzhu I met a few days ago, as if she is quite familiar with Kuang Xihan, I searched my memory, and I can vaguely remember some fragments related to her - Lu Yingxuan, Lu Xiuzhu's sister, and one of Kuang Xihan's few childhood playmates, of course, according to the scene I recalled in my memory, it is more appropriate to use the word "fox friend and dog friend" to describe it.

It's just that...... Three glasses of fine wine?

I looked at the fist-sized glass wine cups on the several cases in front of me, and the end of my nose lingered with the mellow aroma of wine, hesitated for a moment, and before I could stretch out my hand, Kuang Xiqing took the full wine cup one step ahead of me, drank it all with her neck up, and motioned to the other party with her bottom down: "King Ling has just recovered from a serious illness, and it is not suitable to drink, so I will drink these three glasses of wine for her, how about it?" ”

——Looking sideways, there was a shallow smile on her lips, a bit of banter in her gentleness, but her eyes were like a deep pool without the slightest waves, which taught people's hearts.