- Although these handcuffs are made of gold and are flexible and extensive, they are not something that ordinary flesh and blood can help—at least not with Kuang Xihan's weak body.

However, this Jiang guard, who also looked thin and thin, was able to ...... It can be seen that even if her hands are hoisted, she still does not lose her ability to attack.

In my guess, the injuries on her body should be Kwong Xihan's masterpiece.

If it were me, I was afraid that I would not have such a broad mind to forgive such abuse.

So, does it also mean that Kuang Xihan's death is inseparable from her?

I still remember that her expression when she saw me was clearly not the slightest panic or weakness, which only showed two possibilities: first, she was innocent; Second, she is a scheming person.

I just hope it's not the latter.

"Bold! This pair of gold and stone shackles is a tribute from the emperor, and damaging the tribute is a felony of contempt for imperial power......" Bingsi shouted loudly, pressing his hand on the saber on his waist, as if he was about to step forward and arrest Jiang Zhuo with a calm face in the next moment.

"It's okay, it's okay......" I hurriedly stopped her, and at the same time gave the little cicada in the background, "This matter ends here, this king doesn't want a sixth person to know, understand?" ”

"Subordinates obey." C3 and C4 glanced at each other, bowed their heads and bowed their promises.

Xiao Cicada then reminded quite smartly: "Your Highness, it's time to go back." ”

"Well, let's go." I couldn't help but glance at Jiang Zhuo who bowed again, her slightly messy hair covered her eyes, teaching me to not see her expression clearly, "Jiang Guard...... Hello rest for a long time, this king ...... "will go to see you."

I paused, and in front of C3 C4 and the little cicada, it was not easy to open my mouth to complete the following words--it would inevitably arouse unnecessary suspicion, so forget it.

"Congratulations to the prince." Judging from her indifferent voice, I don't think she needs my attention.

Considering the weakness of this body, I could only follow the small steps of the little cicada, and walked back slowly, and when I arrived at the dormitory, it was already more than half an hour later-more than double the original quarter of an hour, and it was no wonder that Yan Ke, who was guarding the door, had such a gloomy face.

I knew that I was wrong, but I couldn't figure out how she got along with Kwong Xihan, so I could only pass in front of her with a blank face, and under the service of the little cicada, I went to my shoes and socks, sat on the bedside, took a cup of tea and sipped it slowly--but I was apprehensive.

"Stand down." She followed into the room, waved her hand at the others, and commanded in a cold voice.

I watched the little cicada retreat and leave, and I took the door with my own self-righteousness, and the warm room was suddenly covered with a shadow, which made Yan Ke's face more and more obscure.

With a "thump" in my heart, I involuntarily clenched the teacup tightly, and kept my composure with the warmth that came out of it—and I could throw it as a weapon if necessary......

"Your Highness, you have broken your word." The inexplicable tension suddenly relaxed, and she flicked her hem and sat sideways on the edge of my bed, with a helpless chuckle on her face, but there was no trace of the coldness she had before—this made me wonder if all the nervousness was due to my own too much attention.

"This king......" she looked straight at me, her gaze could be considered gentle—I hesitated whether I should admit my mistake.

But she opened her mouth one step ahead of me: "Your Highness, don't be angry, I didn't mean to accuse you. ”

I let out a soft "um" and didn't answer, just waited for the next step.

"It's just that this Jiang guard is a person in the palace after all, it's hard to guarantee that it's not that person's meticulous work, you have to take precautions, Your Highness still has less contact." She stretched out her hand to stretch the corners of the quilt for me, and the way she spoke softly reminded me of the chatty old lady at home, and the tip of her nose was sour.

"What Aunt Ke said is that this king has written it down." Handing her the teacup, I lay down and replied with a smile.

She took the hand of the teacup but paused slightly, glanced at it with a smile in her peach blossom eyes, and joked half-truthfully: "It's strange today, His Highness didn't jump up to defend that one, it's really surprising." ”

- If I guessed correctly, the one she said should be Kuang Xihan's own sister, the emperor of the Great Wu Kingdom.

Could it be that Kuang Xihan used to be a bully who loved to talk back, but now I agreed so obediently, but it aroused her suspicion?

I heard her smile with feeling, brushed away the broken hair on my forehead for me, and gently tucked the corners of the quilt: "I didn't expect that this illness would smooth out His Highness's stubbornness a lot, but it seems to be a blessing in disguise." ”

"Aunt Ke, this king has indeed lost his dignity before, and I have bothered to teach you," I held her hand and considered the wording, "I woke up this time, as if I had been reborn, I had forgotten most of the past, but I had memorized some truths—you must know that I am no longer the Kuang Xihan I used to be." ”

- Make a foreshadowing first, and then notice my change later, which can barely be counted as an explanation, so as to reduce her suspicions.

"Your Highness is serious," she withdrew her hand with a smirk, and in turn shook mine tightly, then put my hand back into the quilt, stared into my eyes, and said earnestly word by word, "You just need to be yourself—Aunt Ke will always be Your Highness's Aunt Ke, and she will remain the same in this life." ”

I didn't know how to answer with such a deep gaze, so I could only nod my head and close my eyes and pretend to sleep.

The door opened and closed, and the room was silent, and I was the only one.

I opened my eyes and looked at the dim light through the window lattice, but I didn't feel sleepy...... Kuang Xihan, Kuang Xihan, what kind of person are you?

According to Yan Ke's onset, are you really dying of congenital deficiency palpitations?

And what role does the last Jiang Zhuo you saw before you fall unconscious?

All night, I always thought about the blood-stained white dress, the woman who was always indifferent, almost to the point of falling asleep...... When I finally got up until dawn, I shook my drowsy head, lifted the veil, and tried to scream.

The voice was hoarse, and it seemed that only I could hear it, but the little cicada immediately knocked on the door and asked softly, "Your Highness is going to rise?" ”

"Ahem, come in." I gathered my close-fitting clothes, but I just waited for him to come in and put them on for me—I didn't think it would take me a day, and I had already adapted to the inertia of this feudal ruler, and if I was seen by the old man of my family, I was afraid that I would be talked about all day.

The movements of the cicada are familiar and gentle, even if they touch my body, they will walk away, and they will not make me feel too uncomfortable; The women's clothing of Dawu is also different from my impression of cumbersome and heavy, the long hair is tied up with ribbons, fixed with jade hairpins, there are no superfluous embellishments, even makeup is omitted, but refreshing - most of the fat powder in ancient times contained too much lead, and I don't want my face to suffer.

After breakfast, I took the tea cup handed by the little cicada, I took a sip and couldn't help but ask him, "What kind of tea is this?" It's a little sweeter......"

He hurriedly knelt down: "Back to Your Highness, this is honey pear fruit tea." Seeing that I just looked at him suspiciously, and there was no anger on his face, he emboldened himself and whispered, "You used to love this tea the most...... Drink several glasses every day. ”

"Get up." I took the water he handed me and rinsed my mouth, and looked out the door - C3C4 was gone, and I changed two new faces that I had never seen, "In the future, I will change to a lighter tea...... By the way, do you know where Jiang Zhuo is now? ”

I stroked my cuffs as if I didn't care, and I heard him reply, "Yes...... The slave doesn't know. ”

"Huh?" I turned my eyes to look at him, learning from Yan Ke's appearance when his face was cold.

I don't know if I imitated it too well, or the influence of Kuang Xihan himself, Xiao Cicada hurriedly opened his mouth to remedy: "The slave only remembers that you arranged for Jiang Escort to live in Tingxue Pavilion before, if there is no accident, she should return to Tingxue Pavilion after leaving Yongle Hall." ”

"Listen to the Snow Pavilion...... It's kind of poetic," I nodded, getting up and walking out, "to take a look." ”

"Your Highness!" He quickly stopped in front of me, hesitantly admonishing, "You're not in good health...... Not appropriate, not appropriate ......"

"What, is the Snow Pavilion far away from here?" I stopped to look at him, but I didn't think it was the case.

-- After yesterday, I have already understood: Kuang Xihan, the young prince, has absolute authority in the palace, and he has almost reached the point of saying the truth

I'm not Ling Wang Kwong Xihan, and I don't want to be like her...... I kept telling myself that.

"Not really." The little cicada pestle refused to let go of the doorway, looking a little embarrassed - but it strengthened my resolve.

- Didn't they do anything to that Jiang Zhuo against my will? Because that senseless handcuff blames her? Still is...... I don't want to assume any longer.

But if so, it's all the more necessary for me to confirm her safety.

Since his body is already better than the day before, it can be seen that proper exercise is conducive to recovery, and on this ground, even Yan Ke will not stop him more; I think if you keep a straight face and hold a shelf most of the time, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to find flaws.

"That's it," I nodded in satisfaction, and I rounded him, stepped out of the threshold, and swept around the rest of the attendants and guards who bowed in silence, "This king has allowed you to go and tell Lord Yan, and you are also allowed to send someone to follow—will you not lead the way?" ”

The little cicada wept and blessed, and walked half a step in front of me with her signature little broken steps, as if she were deliberately delaying time—I didn't think about it, but took the opportunity to take in the view of the palace.

The inner courtyard of this palace is like the style of a Soviet-style garden, with pavilions and pavilions lined up one after another, small bridges and flowing water, which has a unique elegance and interest, but reveals a bit of exquisite luxury from the details.

After walking for half a moment, I just looked at the scenery all the way, and I didn't know how to bypass a few rockeries and pass through a few corridors, but I didn't realize that I had arrived at my destination.

Xiao Cicada suddenly approached me and reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, you are listening to the Snow Pavilion in front, but you have to send someone to inform you to come to greet you?" ”

"Huh? Squire? I paused and stared at the top of his hair, "Does this Xue Pavilion live in addition to Jiang Zhuo?" ”

――Something seems to have been overlooked.

"Didn't Your Highness forget? Listening to the Snow Pavilion is on the edge of the Lanyue Palace, and in the Lanyue Palace, there are still eight servants given by His Majesty. He looked at me cautiously, and seeing that I was not having a seizure, he asked tentatively, "Would you like to see me?" ”

"Well, no need, this king ......" I think I probably understand what he means - the word "servant" is not just about serving tea and water.

- Although the women of Dawu are only considered adults when they reach the age of eighteen and are old enough to marry Nafu, Kuang Xihan, as a dignified king, has been a servant since the age of fourteen.

However, before I could finish speaking, a group of men had already walked on the other side—to be precise, young men who were not even weakly crowned.

The long-term aesthetic and ideological concepts have made me can't help but take a few steps back when I see that those teenagers with heavy makeup are coming straight to me.

Resisting the urge to turn my head and run, I quietly turned my head and asked Xiao Cicada: "This king hasn't sent someone to spread the word, why did they come?" ”

"Your Highness Bing, I think there is a self-proclaimed smart attendant who will go to the Moon Hall to report the news first." He whispered back.

-- What he meant by that was that my attendants had spies planted by these teenagers?

When we whispered to each other, the eight teenagers had already approached, and the flowers and willows were green, and even the posture of the salute and the timing of the opening were just right, and I could see the traces of deliberate hard practice—but I really couldn't appreciate the way the teenagers scratched their heads and gestured.

Just as I was thinking about how to get rid of them and go to see Jiang Zhuo, another wave of people hurriedly approached from the direction I came from, led by a roll of bright yellow cloth, and when they saw me from a distance, they dragged out a long tone and shouted: "Your Royal Highness King Ling, the holy decree has arrived-"

My already hanging heart suddenly lifted.