"Your Majesty?" Xu Guijun, who was guarding beside me, was startled, and knocked over the tea cup he had taken on the ground, and the crisp sound of cracking porcelain made me shiver.

I saw him kneeling on the ground all of a sudden, his forehead slammed on the cold floor tiles, a solid muffled sound, I looked from the side, his forehead quickly turned blue, presumably it was extremely painful, but he seemed to be unconscious and knocked twice in a row, then he shook his voice and said respectfully: "See the emperor's ......"

Kuang Xiqing didn't respond, nor did she shout, as if she didn't see Xu Guijun at all; She had been looking straight at me since she had entered, her lips pursed as if she was enduring something.

I looked away weakly, and the silence lasted for a moment, and finally I couldn't help but take the initiative to explain: "Sister Huang, it's not what you see......"

- I don't know what to explain.

"Imperial Doctor, take the pulse of King Ling." She suddenly raised her palm to stop my words, and turned her head to order the middle-aged woman who was standing with the medicine box on her back.

"Obey." After answering the promise, the imperial doctor stepped forward, took out a small pillow from the medicine box and put it under my wrist, gently rested it on my wrist vein, frowned and muttered.

Kuang Xiqing's gaze fell on the imperial doctor's face, and he didn't look at me, so I had to silently swallow back what I wanted to say.

Xu Guijun knelt quietly on the ground, not daring to come out; Jiang Zhuo's eyes were half-closed, and I could hardly feel her save; Kuang Xiqing held her hands behind her back, unable to see what was in her heart, as if everyone was waiting for the imperial doctor's diagnosis.

After a long time, she withdrew her hand, turned around and saluted Kuang Xiqing, and replied slowly: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Ling's pulse is vain, and his qi and blood are unbalanced, which is caused by fright, and His Royal Highness was born with insufficient health, which caused old diseases, and symptoms of irritability, wheezing, and poor breathing. ”

"Is it a big deal?" Kwong Xiqing immediately asked.

"Back to the emperor, it's not a big deal, after a while, the minister will open a calm prescription, and after His Royal Highness takes it, pay attention to rest and recuperate." The Imperial Physician replied unhurriedly.

"Very good, let's go and make a prescription." She nodded, waved for the Imperial Physician to leave, and then, as I looked up at her, I suddenly raised my voice, "Someone." ”

Outside the door, two guards with steel knives at their waists broke in, kneeling in unison and waiting for her orders; She glanced at me without being salty, and my heart suddenly lifted.

I saw her raise her chin, but pointed to Xu Guijun, who was kneeling on the ground trembling, and ordered coldly: "Drag it down." ”

"Yes." The two guards agreed loudly, and they stepped forward to set him up one left and one right, and they were about to drag him out, acting rudely and mercilessly.

"Your Majesty! Spare your life! Emperor! He struggled and cried, but Kwong Xiqing closed his eyes unmoved, as if he didn't even want to look at him more.

Seeing that this road had been cut off, he turned back to me and pleaded, "Lord! Your Highness! Save the slaves! Please! His earnest, desperate eyes were fixed on me as if I were the last straw.

My heart trembled, but I struggled to prop myself up from the bed, hesitated, and still called out to the two guards: "Slow down......"

The two of them ignored me, and only dragged Xu Guijun out - I knew that without Kuang Xiqing's order, he was afraid that he would be more than lucky.

"Sister Huang!" I had to be cheeky to beg Kwong Xiqing, but I was not sure that she could agree, and even if she was implicated, I don't know.

Her half-closed eyes rose suddenly, and her cold gaze pierced, and in a moment it retracted the cold that pierced through the person, and restored it to its former calm and gentleness—but the chill that suddenly rose in my heart refused to fade.

"Han'er, do you have to intercede for him?" After a while, when I thought she wouldn't speak, she suddenly asked faintly.

"Imperial sister, I ......" Although I want to intercede for him, I can't talk about it - the emperor's servant and the prince give and receive each other privately, no matter which dynasty and which king's body, it is a great shame, not to mention interceding for him, I am afraid that I myself will not escape.

Kuang Xiqing looked at me deeply: "Han'er, before that, you would never look at this person more." ”

I choked on my breath, but I couldn't wait for her to say what she meant by that. Are you disappointed that I didn't make it? Or, has she already discovered that I am not the real Kwong Xihan?

Am I going to die...... Thinking of this, my hands and feet were cold, and my mind went blank.

"Well," she smiled suddenly, but there was an indescribable depth in her eyes, "since Han'er pleaded for mercy, I opened the net - it's just that the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped." She paused, glanced at Xu Guijun who was crying with disgust, and then said, "Take away your title and move to the Jin Palace." ”

――Go to the Jin Palace, as the name suggests, it is a cold palace.

Although he was imprisoned in the cold palace, in the end he saved his life, which is better than a glass of poisoned wine and a piece of white silk.

I sighed happily, but found that Xu Guijun's expression became more and more sad, as if he had suffered even more unbearable pain.

Before I could figure it out, he had been dragged out, gagged and struggled to let out a "woo-woo" cry that faded until he could no longer be heard.

The entire dormitory was back to its deathly silence.

After a long time, Kuang Xiqing sighed heavily, and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly: "The banquet is not over yet, come back soon when you have enough rest...... Jiang guard, protect her. ”

"Yes." Jiang Zhuo said in a low voice.

Without looking at me again, Kuang Xiqing turned around and left the hall, but Zhilan Yushu's posture was vaguely empty...... I stared at her back in a daze, and I felt that my eyes were jerky and painful, and I couldn't help but roll out of tears.

Only me and Jiang Zhuo were left in the hall.

I was lying on Xu Guijun's bed, the bed was soft and comfortable, but I felt exhausted.

"Jiang Zhuo, do you think I'm a bastard?" Suddenly, I asked, not expecting her forgiveness, but just desperate to hear her voice.

“…… Jiang Zhuo didn't dare. Her voice was as clear as a spring, even if it was cold, but it was extremely moving.

"Heh, don't you dare...... That's it, you think I'm a hopeless bastard, right? Cruel, selfish, and cowardly......" I looked at my slender wrist, the pale blue veins hidden under the pale and bloodless skin, fragile and vulnerable, "What is the point of such a person living?" ”

"Lord Wang, it's not too early, please go back to the table." Without the expected comfort, she walked to the bedside, her beautiful eyes looked into my eyes faintly, as if she didn't see the tears in my eyes, one hand swept the crook of my leg, the other hand lifted the back of my neck, and easily picked me up, "It's rude." ”

My tears were all held back because of her hug, and my face turned red, but I insisted that I should not put my arms around her neck like Fang Cai - it would be hated, right? It's going to be thrown down, right?

Worried, I closed my eyes tightly, just indulged myself and quietly turned my head, buried my face in her shoulder, and secretly sniffed the fragrance of cedar and soaphorn on her body, and was silent.

Her steps were extremely fast, but also extremely steady, and the road I had only walked with a pillar of incense was finished in less than half a cup of tea.

The lights on both sides gradually brightened, and after a while, I was already outside the banquet hall, and I could feel the curious gazes of the palace attendants standing quietly on both sides, and perhaps, with a little disdain...... Let them go, the matter has come to this, and Kuang Xihan's notoriety doesn't matter if he adds another sum or two.

At the side door of the inner hall, Jiang Zhuo gently put me down and reminded me softly: "Lord Wang, it's here." ”

"Hmm." I replied in a low voice, straightened up, and walked forward, but my steps were a little vain.

Jiang Zhuo didn't say anything, but silently leaned forward, held my arm, and helped me walk back to the seat slowly.

Seeing me come back, Kuang Xiqing smiled faintly, but the drinking action was clean and neat - his face was red, his eyes were misty, as if he had been a little drunk.

I sat back on her side, not caring if I would make her angry, I pressed her hand holding the wine glass, and persuaded in a low voice: "Sister Huang, don't drink too much, it will be uncomfortable if the wine is strong for a while." ”

She smiled absently, didn't drink it anymore, just glanced at me with a smile, and muttered meaningfully: "The wine is strong, it's just a headache, if you can solve your worries, why not give it a try?" ”

Her smile made me ashamed, and I just stared at her with a sneer, speechless.

"Good!" When the two looked at each other, a cheer broke the silence, and it also relieved my flustered heart, and I hurriedly looked at the man - it was Lu Yingxuan, who was already drunk and his face was burning.

I saw that she opened the outermost official robe with a grin, revealing the white middle coat inside; With one foot on the table and an empty glass in the other, he pointed at the dancing floor and shouted at the dancing red-clad dancers, apparently drunk.

Her colleagues around her were not very good, and they were all drunk, or they sneered at her, or they were so drunk that they fell asleep on the desk, and they did not see the usual solemn manners at all--it can be seen that the atmosphere of this banquet was very harmonious during my absence.

I shook my head, unable to bear to look at their wandering forms, and my eyes casually followed where she was pointing, but I was caught in the attention - the dancer whom she had praised was a young man in a red shirt, with a hat on his head, and a long sword in his hand, and a sassy and majestic manner; The tip of the sword pointed, and the silver light flashed, as if bursting out of the sword qi, teaching people to reconcile without striking - what a red dust swordsman!

This sword dance was performed by only one person, and the soundtrack was only the occasional sound of the zither, but the spectators on the sidelines were fascinated, whether they were drunk or a little sober, they were all attracted by this flowing sword dance.

My gaze involuntarily followed the dancer's figure until he turned around—through the crack in the hat, I saw his face, and met his eyes—a look that was extremely cold, clearer than the sword in his hand, and colder than the sword on his sword...... It was not a dancer's eyes.

My heart trembled, and I subconsciously sat up straight, and was about to tell Kwong Xiqing about the dancer's inappropriateness, but I saw a sudden murderous intent in his eyes, and it was actually a little tiptoe, straight towards the throne on the top of the steps—I could hear the buzzing sound of the sharp tip of the sword cutting through the air.

Most of the officials and nobles on both sides were drunk, and the guards were far away and could not react, and for a while, there was no one who could save the driver in time.

I stared in fear at the approaching sword, as if a large hand had grabbed my neck, and my heart stopped beating nervously—but my consciousness froze for a moment, and my body's reaction was like instinct, and without thinking, I threw Kwong Xiqing sideways and protected her.