"Deeper, why are you wearing so little?" It took me a long time before I burst out with such a specious reproach.

“…… Is there something wrong? She didn't seem to expect me to say this, and was stunned for a moment before she asked lightly.

"This king is here...... Tell you about the Assassin. "In a flash of lightning, I came up with a formal reason - if I had come to visit her, I would have been sent away by her with only one face; If it was said that he had come to medicate her on purpose, it would not be the turn of the prince to do this--after thinking about it, it was still this kind of high-sounding official business that was the most difficult to shirk.

At that time, I didn't know where my attachment came from, so I had to meet her in person, listen to her voice, and even be alone with her for a while.

Hearing me say this, she didn't refuse, and turned sideways to make her debut, but the look on her face was a little cold: "Come in and talk about it." ”

I couldn't help but wonder: Did I disturb her rest?

Or did I inadvertently do something to make her angry?

Silently following her into the room, I could see the room at a glance - except for a narrow wooden bed, only a chair and a small table, and not even a spare seat for the guests, which was a little more modest than the one I lived in.

I stood awkwardly, wondering if I should take the only seat in the room...... I heard her point to the chair indifferently and said, "Your Highness, please take a seat." ”

And she herself dragged the little table to the edge of the bed and sat down on the bed - I realized that there was some medicine and gauze on the low table, and it seemed that she was about to change the dressing.

I couldn't help but wonder: how come it is that every time I go to her room, it is just in time for her to change the dressing? What a coincidence...... Wait, her intransigence, could it be that she suspects me of doing it on purpose?

Startled by his own thoughts, he quickly looked up at her, and saw that she was staring at me with a smile, playing with a small porcelain bottle of wound medicine in her hand, as if waiting for me to speak.

"I, I, I, I didn't mean to help you get medicated!" Being stared at like this, my scalp tingled for a while, and I couldn't help but clarify.

However, when I realized what I had said, my face collapsed, and I almost bit my tongue: Alas, isn't this an attempt to cover up?

"No, the king means...... The main reason the king came to see you was to learn about the Assassins, and the secondary reason was to visit your injuries - after all, you were here to save the king's injuries," I continued to explain under her knowing gaze, "Of course, if it is not convenient for you to take the medicine yourself, this king will be happy to help......"

Just when I was worried, I saw her nod dispensably and handed me the wound medicine: "In this case, there is His Highness Lao." ”

"Uh, yes, yes......" I didn't expect her to agree, and I didn't seem to have much resistance to someone else drugged her—I couldn't help but wonder: Is she so casual with others? If there were another guard, even my attendant, the cicada, would she gladly accept the other party's service?

It is understandable to say that Dawu is a country where women are inferior to men, and most of the women are hearty and heroic, not to mention that they heal their wounds in front of the same sex, even if they are served by the opposite sex, bathing and washing...... Who can be sure that Jiang Zhuo's family does not have ten or eight young little waiters?

Thinking about this, I didn't feel a little surprised; But if you really want to compare, there are a lot of warblers and swallows in the back garden of King Ling's mansion.

Sighing, I suppressed the sourness, removed the original gauze, and the other hand froze as it reached out to Jiang Zhuo's chest - how did I forget: her wound was in her chest, and if you want to medicate her, you must open her undershirt to reveal the spring light on her chest......

I felt my fingertips tremble slightly, but I couldn't continue to move anyway.

"Your Highness doesn't have to be reluctant......" Her appearance of wanting to speak and stopping taught me to suddenly wake up, and secretly scolded myself for not thinking about those who didn't have it, and focused on wiping up the medicine for her.

It is true that her wound has stopped bleeding after applying the medicine, as the Zen Master Konghui asserts - but there is a bloody streak abruptly displayed on the snow-white skin, as if a fine porcelain has a cracked flaw, which makes people feel distressed.

I took my nerve and dipped my fingertips in the appropriate ointment and applied it evenly around the wound; The touch under her fingers is delicate and smooth, but it also gives feedback on the strength that cannot be ignored - it turns out that her seemingly relaxed, unconsciously tense muscles reveal a trace of real information.

The corners of my mouth should not rise too much, and knowing that she was not as indifferent as it seemed, my original nervousness was relaxed, although I was still ashamed, and the action of applying the medicine was not so stumbling.

After applying a thin layer of ointment, I folded the gauze into squares of moderate size and wrapped long strips of cloth into thin bands around her chest; Whenever I wanted to wrap the strip of cloth behind her, I had to bow my head slightly, and my hands crossed my back as if I were hugging.

When I got close to her neck and ears, I consciously stayed for a moment, and sure enough, I saw an unnatural blush on her earlobes—she seemed to be just as shy as I was.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but have a bad heart—I took the last time I got closer, and pretended to blow into her earlobe.

"......" She didn't seem to react much, and if you didn't look closely, she couldn't tell at all: she had a faint layer of pink floating from her cheeks to her neck, obviously embarrassed to the extreme.

The little man in me almost laughed and fell, but his face was not visible, but he completed the last step of the bandaging as if nothing had happened.

"It's done-Tada~" admired his masterpiece with satisfaction, and even the previous speaking habits came out.

The smug smile came to an abrupt end when it touched Jiang Zhuo's deep eyes—oops, she found out.

Fortunately, the expected anger did not happen.

After a while, she lowered her eyes and slowly pulled back the placket on her chest: "That assassin was born extremely ordinary, except for the clothes of the disguised guards, there is no flaw in his identity; He is extremely ruthless, and he uses deadly assassination skills, either hired killers or specially trained dead soldiers - that's all I know, I wonder if Your Highness has any other questions? ”

"No more......" The meaning of the eviction in her words was so obvious, it was not good to teach me to be cheeky and lie here anymore - probably because of Fang Cai's trickery to upset her, right?

I secretly regretted it in my heart, but it was too late, so I could only get up with a knowing face: "That...... You have a good rest. ”

She bowed her head slightly, but did not hold back.

As soon as I turned back and closed the door, the candle in the room was suddenly extinguished; Even with the window screen, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see the movement of the people in the room.

Shaking my head in annoyance, I glanced at the guards who were still dutifully waiting outside the room, and I couldn't help but feel a little apologetic: "Go back." ”

Lying back on the bed in the bedroom, my body was a little tired, but my mind was clear, and I didn't feel sleepy.

In the dead of night, those feelings that I had forced myself to suppress began to gradually emerge, and as soon as the incident fermented, the originally vague and vague thoughts became clear-in vain I could hold the prince's frame to others and play the role of Kuang Xihan quietly; But as soon as he arrived in front of that person, everything was calm and self-controlled, and everything was deliberate, all became fragile jokes.

No one has ever tugged at my heartstrings like her, not even Kwong Xiqing, who taught me to be amazed when I first met, can't compare to her influence on me.

In retrospect, when I was with her, I was like an ignorant girl, eager to talk to her, racking my brains to think of topics that would interest her.

If you can get her to smile lightly, you can be happy all day; Even if you just look at her silently, you will never get tired of enduring her coldness and rejection.

If she is displeased, I want to examine what I have done wrong. If she is sad, it is like a blunt knife grinding her flesh back and forth; If she smiles, I will also accompany Silly Le, and I will no longer be able to distinguish between east and west.

Although I have never experienced any unforgettable romances, and I have read a lot of poignant and obsessive romance novels when I was young, I can more or less infer a little bit of my abnormal appearance and psychology - the only thing that shocked me was that the person who made me miss and lose my soul was the same as me...... Also a woman.

Not to mention the same gender and disparity in status between us, the past that I can't recall but is bound to be complicated and entangled is the first hurdle between us.

Teach me how to speak to that person who is as cold as snow?

Shaking my head and smiling wryly, I buried my face in the soft pillow and let the tears flow.

For the first time in his life, he was tempted to have a crush that ended without a problem - heh, he could finally find something more tragic than the identity of replacing Kwong Xihan...... However, it is a great sadness to realize this.