"Your Highness, are you going to get up?" I was holding the quilt and was at a loss, when I heard a few taps on the door, and then a slightly childish male voice sounded, with a hint of cautious temptation in his voice.

"What time is it?" Rubbing the futon again, I lazily rolled over and asked in a loud voice.

"Back to Your Highness, it's already time." The voice replied immediately.

――Is that around ten o'clock?

No wonder my stomach is starting to ache when I'm hungry.

"Your Highness, can you let the slaves come in and serve?" Unable to wait for my response, the voice whispered again.

"Come in." After thinking about it, I lifted the quilt and sat up, and agreed.

"Yes." The owner of the voice pushed the door in, and it was a handsome young man who looked at his eyes; The corners of my eyes are raised, and I am born with a romantic and amorous appearance, and an ordinary raised eye seems to be flattering - I don't know if I am too careful.

Subconsciously tucking away my disheveled bedclothes, I watched as the boy stepped forward, crouched down and lifted my feet—and with the awkwardness in my heart, I let him put my shoes on for me.

However, before he could let go of his breath, he saw that he took the clothes that he had taken from the side again, and made a gesture to put them on for me, gritting his teeth, but I still kept the same movement and did not dodge.

But in his heart, he is constantly building himself: it's just putting on clothes, and nothing else happens, just treating him as a little girl.

If I refuse his service now, maybe I will teach him to think that I am angry because I have done something wrong, and even cause Yan Ke to misunderstand and punish him, then it is my fault......

I was thinking about it, but I felt that his hands were becoming more and more unruly, and his body was coming to me consciously or unconsciously, if I changed this scene, I couldn't help but think that he was deliberately seducing me--when I thought about it, in this big country where women are inferior to men, this makes sense.

Startled, he couldn't help but lean back to avoid his hand, and shouted, "What are you doing!" ”

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened for some reason, and a shy flush appeared on his face: "Of course the slave is here...... Serving His Highness's ......"

――Just help get dressed, where did you get so many little gestures?

Displeased with his hand, I dressed myself, buttoned it up, flicked my hair, and hung him aside.

He was even more aggrieved than me, withdrew his hand with red eyes, knelt down at my feet suddenly, raised his head and asked with tears in his eyes: "Your Highness, but what did the slave do wrong?" ”

Sighing, I saw that he was crying pitifully, and his anger disappeared a lot. After all, he couldn't see anyone like this, so he had to soften his tone, and comforted him in turn: "It's none of your business, it's the king himself who is in a bad mood; You don't need to wait here, step down. ”

He answered softly, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, saluted me, and left respectfully.

I waited for him to exit the door before I breathed a sigh of relief.

I washed up casually, didn't care about the hair that reached my waist, let it be scattered, straightened my clothes in front of the mirror, raised my feet and went out the door, went to the front hall to eat, and left this little episode behind me in a blink of an eye.

However, the beautiful teenagers who approached me one after another under various pretexts taught me to gradually feel the taste--they looked very bright, but they were roughly the same, and even the curvature of the corners of their mouths when they smiled was exactly the same, which shows that the people who tempered and taught them have put in great effort, and even the expressions that can most move people have been deliberately trained, and even I have to praise them for being careful.

But this carefulness is not in the right way, and it is calculated on me, which is not very pleasant.

I probably guessed that this was Yan Ke's handiwork, otherwise this group of teenagers would not have been able to get close to me at all, let alone try to get closer to me three times or twice - in normal times, they would have been tied up by the accompanying guards and hidden secret guards, where could they come and go freely?

Now, those guards are all watching their noses and noses, and they are turning a blind eye, they should have received Yan Ke's order and acquiesced to let them go.

I can vaguely guess Yan Ke's intentions - seeing that the day of Kuang Xiqing's edict is getting closer and closer, the son of the emperor is about to become the new master of the backyard of the palace, if he can support a few favored princes before him and fight against him, he can curb his influence in the palace; It would be even better if one of these servants could give birth to a son and a half daughter.

There was Kuang Xihan before the weak body, since Baiyun Valley came back, there is no such dependence, for Yan Ke's arrangement, I can't think of any justifiable refusal - inheritance is one of the most important things for these ancients, and the previous Kuang Xihan will never resist this man and woman.

Because I don't care, I don't resist.

But I'm not here after all, and I can't accept a union without feelings; Besides, I have someone I care about, how can I go against my heart and be with others?

Yan Ke's kindness, I'm afraid I can only live up to it.

Distraught and didn't know how to talk to Yan Ke, I changed into low-key civilian clothes and quietly went out of the palace with two guards to relax.

My body is no longer as weak as it was at the beginning, and Yan Ke no longer detains me to recuperate, only sends someone to send a stack of silver tickets, and calls a team of guards to protect me secretly, and then I go out.

With a huge sum of money and the protection of guards behind him, he should have had no scruples, swaggering around, and became interested, flirting with a few young men from good families, buying a few shop stalls, and making a posture of a gentleman; No matter how poor it is, it is also a good thing to help some poor people who sell their bodies to bury their relatives and buy back a few lonely and helpless street children...... However, after wandering the streets for half an hour, yawning and playing countless times, I still couldn't arouse half of my interest.

Perhaps, it's not that this world of flowers is not interesting, it's just that the person who can move me is not around.

"Your Highness, do you want to go to the teahouse to rest? I heard that the storytelling in this Jukun building is extremely brilliant, and even the nobles love to join in the fun. "Bingsan is a wooden, but Bingsi is used to observing words and feelings, and when he saw that I was bored, he immediately came up and mentioned yì.

After thinking about it, I agreed--this ancient entertainment was nothing special after all, compared to the glitter of modern people, and I was not going to go to the legendary pastime, so it would be a good idea to go to the teahouse and listen to the storytelling.

As for whether I will hear Kuang Xihan's "glorious deeds", I have already seen it lightly, and I will check out and leave left and right.

Near noon, the teahouse was very lively, and it took a lot of twists and turns to sit in the private seat; If I hadn't stopped him, Bingsan would probably have wasted the hands of the shopkeeper who stepped on the high and low.

After ordering some specialties and ordering a jug of wine, I beckoned to sit down with three or four - and I must have been hungry all the way along.

The two glanced at each other, and at first they refused in every way, but they couldn't bear my cold face, and ordered half persuasively and half intimidating, so they sat down flattered, holding the bowl, sandwiching the nearest dish, and eating it stiffly.

I didn't pay attention to them, and while I was sandwiching the dishes, I listened to the storyteller downstairs pat the wood, cleared his throat, and told a strange story about the fox fairy in the mountains.

This story doesn't sound unusual, but it's just a change of packaging of the well-known story of "Liao Zhai" that I used to hear, the glamorous fox fairy has become a man, the delicate and elegant book has become a woman, and the rest is a change of soup and not medicine, which is much the same, and it is difficult for these tea guests and diners to listen to it with relish - even Bingsan Bingsi also put on a posture of listening attentively, teaching me to sigh secretly: one side of the water and soil raises the other side, and there is really a generation gap between myself and this female world.

I listened to them with great interest, and when the second one began, I knew it was time to leave...... This storyteller is also bold, and he was shocked, and he was telling the story of the powerful people of the dynasty, and the vague person who referred to him was not me, who was the king of Ling?

So as not to be embarrassed, and lest Bingsan and Bingsi make a move to demolish this teahouse, I put down the silver and walked out with the two of them, and the ghost made a mistake, and took away the pot of wine that had not moved at all.

After wandering aimlessly on the street for a long time, before I knew it, I had arrived at the scene where the sky was sinking and the lights were beginning to come on.

I asked for a bowl of freshly made wontons on the side of the street, the soup was bright and delicious, the skin was thin and filling, and it was very delicious; Seeing that C3 and C4 each ate two large bowls in a row, the stall owner smiled from ear to ear, and I also ate a few more, but in the end, I held on.

I paid the money, rubbed my stomach and walked back slowly, thinking that it was time to go home.

This time, my heart was always empty, as if something was missing, but it was better to stay in the house.

I passed by the teahouse where I listened to books during the day, the lights were bright, the customers were like clouds, it seemed that the business was quite prosperous, wasn't it all to listen to the storyteller mock me?

Although the King Ling they despise is not me, I have slowly adapted to Kuang Xihan's identity, and I am not happy to hear others belittle me like this; I lingered at the door of the teahouse for a while, but I was unwilling to leave like this.

Seeing my hesitation, Bingsi flatteringly came up and asked, "Master, do you want to tie up the storyteller and send him to the government to eat the board?" ”

"No need, this king can't bother with her." glanced at her angrily, a little unaccustomed to her full of bullying and bullying ideas, but she couldn't talk about it, just gave up.

After shaking the flask that I had been holding in my hand, I looked up at the roof of the teahouse, and suddenly had a bold thought: "This king wants to sit there and listen to the book—no money." ”

I understand that this is dangerous, naïve, and even a little uninhibited to others, but I just want to do it - no longer the forward-looking and cautious Jian Xin, but the freewheeling and uninhibited Kwong Xihan.

I want to try it, what it's like to be a wayward prince.

Of course, C33C4 didn't dare to disobey me, and helped me to sit down on the roof carefully, protecting me left and right, for fear that I would make a mistake and fall.

In fact, this roof looks steep and narrow, but the ridgeline is a foot wide, and it is very stable to sit on, and the kissing beasts on both sides are of the right height, just right for leaning, as long as someone is not deliberately pushing, there is no need to worry about falling down.

So, with a wave of my hand, I pushed the two of them a little farther away, and stared at the sky with my head propped up.

The night sky is like a curtain, and the dark indigo is mixed with a mysterious purple, which looks like a dream; In that dark color, there were countless bright stars, like a gorgeous satin studded with diamonds, and people couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

I looked at it with my neck up for a long time, until my neck stiffened and my eyes were sore, but I still stubbornly refused to move, and even I couldn't figure out where this stubbornness came from.

A night breeze blew, shivering from the cold, and I rubbed my arms and couldn't help but sneeze.

Suddenly, his shoulders were warm, and he was wrapped in a rabbit fur trimmed cloak, and the familiar voice was cold and cold, but it seemed to hide endless tenderness: "It's night, go back." ”

My heart burned and I finally understood what I was clinging to.

- Jiang Zhuo, do you know that I have been waiting for you all along.