"His Royal Highness, what do you mean? Didn''t you teach that Jiang''s rhetoric


    to be fooled?" Her face was so sullen that she was a bit bluff, even if she


    knew that she was all thinking about me, she couldn''t help but shrink back in


    reflex. Shrinking her shoulders-and this made her eyebrows tighten again.Realizing that retreat will only cause the outcome of things to completely


    deviate from expectations, I cleared my throat and sternly explained: "Aunt


    Ke, don''t worry, I have my own plans for this matter. As you said, Jiang Zhuo


    used to be a member of the emperor''s sister, instead of bothering. Beware of


    watching her, it''s better to send it back to her place-you can arrange as many


    guards as possible to follow me in case of accidents.""His Royal Highness meant this, it was because I wanted to make a difference."


    Her face eased, and she nodded with a smile \- I also let out a sigh of relief


    quietly in my heart.The three days passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, I used some snacks to


    make me hungry. After Yan Ke''s warnings, it was time for me to go to the


    palace for a banquet.According to the female officer sent by Kwong Xiqing, this palace banquet only


    invited the noble family members who are related to the royal family. It can


    be treated as an ordinary family banquet without having to dress too much; but


    my personal attendant, Xiaochan, is still Rummaging through the cabinets and


    cabinets as if they were facing an enemy, he was talking about the match of


    the court clothes.Just when I had a headache on how to dispel his thoughts, the attendant at the


    door whispered for instructions: "Open to the prince, Jiang Huwei, please see


    me.""Let her in." I turned my face away from Xiao Chan holding a golden hairpin


    studded with pearls, and picked a white hosta from the dazzling makeup box—the


    purest and lightest white hosta— —I really don’t know how Kuang Xihan’s


    extravagant habit of wearing gold and silver and an unsightly strange taste


    developed."Why did the prince bring Jiang Zhuo into the palace?" She just stood behind


    me and asked straightforwardly. Qingyuan''s waveless eyes looked straight at


    me, making me straighten my back subconsciously, but didn''t dare to turn


    around. Staring at her, just observing her look in the mirror without showing


    a trace-she looks a little puzzled, but there is a trace of struggle deep in


    her eyes, which is incomprehensible.Isn''t it what she hoped to return to the palace and continue to be the captain


    of the guard?……I do not understand."You don''t want to?" Thinking like this in his heart, he asked immediately.Unexpectedly, she was stunned for a moment, as if she had never figured out


    the answer to the question.After only a few breaths of hesitation, she bowed her eyes and bowed, but


    under her obedience she showed obvious resistance: "No... Jiang Zhuo thanked


    the prince.""That''s good," I retracted my gaze, got up and passed her, and walked to Yan


    Ke who was waiting at the door to stare at her with a warning look, "The time


    is coming, let''s go now."——I have agreed with Yan Ke, and there is no room for repentance... Even if


    the reluctance that flashes in her eyes makes my heart struggle.But I have a hunch: Sending her back to the palace, away from me, and away


    from this place of right and wrong, is the best choice for us.I was struggling to climb into the carriage, and I had to step on the backs of


    the strong attendants with the support of the cicada. This was natural for


    Kwong Xihan, but it subverted the "people I had received since I was a child".


    People are equal" concept; I have to warn myself countless times in my heart


    that only by abandoning the thoughts and thoughts that belonged to Jianxin in


    the past can I play the role of King Ling and live in this strange and


    helpless world.I’m afraid that I always subconsciously show ideas that are incompatible with


    this era. The flawed acting skills will make people familiar with Kwong Xihan


    be suspicious; but I’m even more afraid that if I force myself to substitute


    Kuang Xihan’s identity for a long time, it will eventually lead to It is


    difficult for me to get rid of the habitual thinking of this role, becoming


    pretentious, defiant, and even gradually indifferent to the life and death of


    ordinary people, until indifferent.I couldn’t help but think of Kuang Xiqing’s eyes-with gentle and beautiful


    outlines, but always calm enough to reveal a little coldness, as if only


    showing a trace of warmth when facing me; but the warmth is only facing her


    sister, not The foreign wandering soul is simple.That is the look in the eyes of the superior, but it shouldn''t belong to me.Before the curtain was lowered, I saw Jiang Zhuo turning over his horse


    neatly, with a heroic appearance, and there was no trace of ** scars on his


    back.As if she felt my gaze, she raised her eyes and glanced up. The cold eyes


    taught me to immediately put out the idea of ??inviting her to ride a carriage


    together-this woman hides her stubbornness and stubbornness under the calm


    appearance, even if she is facing Facing the once violent Kuang Xihan refused


    to bow her head; this woman does not need useless pity.Shaking my head mockingly, I took the tea cup that Xiao Chan handed over, took


    a sip, and couldn''t help frowning: "It''s too sweet..." I remember that I had


    told him not to drink this sweet so much. Did he forget the honey pear tea?"Slaves damn! Please atone for your sins!" He knelt in front of me, his thin


    back trembling, and suddenly reminded me that he was still a young man with a


    weaker crown.How can I criticize him for this? Maybe Kuang Xihan will, but I am not her


    after all.After swallowing a sigh, I put the tea cup back on the small table and waved


    my hand happily: "Fine, remember it next time.""...Yes." He raised his head carefully and glanced at me, then quickly took


    away the tea cup on the table, and refilled me with a cup of warm water, but


    the fear in his eyes couldn''t be hidden.I just feel tired and don''t want to explain. I simply sat on the wall of the


    car with a blank face in a daze-I don''t know when I am headed in such a day?Perhaps, someday, when I was found out by Kuang Xiqing or someone else and


    then killed, I would have a chance to go back...Thinking like this, it didn''t take long for him to arrive at the palace."Welcome your Royal Highness Ling." After getting out of the carriage, before


    I could stand still, two rows of brightly dressed court attendants bowed and


    saluted together. The leader was the female officer who took me to the Temple


    of Chaolu that day.Her gaze lightly glanced at Jiang Zhuo on one side, and then casually led me


    to the palace hall dedicated to banquets; the young palace attendants behind


    her fell on Jiang Zhuo without her concentration. There are obviously a few


    different meanings in his sight, and I can only be sure that it is not a joy


    based on admiration.Along the way, only the palace attendants who hurried with their trays passed


    by our group, but no other ministers who were attending the banquet. If it


    wasn''t for me to come too early, then I was too late.Thinking about this, I felt that the moment I stepped into the hall,


    accompanied by the announcement of a palace attendant pinching his throat, the


    melodious and circling music came to an abrupt end, and the guests all watched


    at the same time, as if "Ling Wang "These two words themselves carry the power


    of shocking everything-this did not make me feel vanity for a moment, and some


    were just deep helplessness and exhaustion.Take a look, Kuang Xihan, this is the impression that others have of you, fear


    and disrespect, avoid it."Today''s master is here, if you don''t have His Royal Highness, what is the


    meaning of this banquet?" The young woman in the third seat on the left joked


    at me with a toast."Master Lu''s words are very bad. His Royal Highness Ling is a nobleman of


    Tianhuang, and he is naturally the finale. Isn''t it something I and other


    casual guests can match?" The young woman in the seat opposite her chuckled


    and said.Most of the young people in the banquet murmured, talked and laughed in a low


    voice, while the older ones drank without changing their faces, as if they


    hadn’t heard the two talking between the two, and didn’t intend to get


    involved in this hidden gunpowder conversation. .I carefully looked at the two young men who were talking. The former was


    dressed in a red military commander''s costume, with sword eyebrows and star


    eyes, dark skin, and a very burly figure; the latter was dressed in navy blue


    civilian costumes with detailed willow eyebrows. The skin is fair, and he is a


    weak scholar.These two people have a literary and a martial art, and they sang and


    harmonized. They cooperated tacitly. However, there is no impression of the


    two in my memory, so they are not important figures.Since it is not important, then ignore it-according to Kwong Xihan''s


    domineering temperament, he must have a genius before he is willing to give


    up.She is so weak and irritable. It is no wonder that after the massive amount of


    rare tonic is poured, she is always sick and unhealthy; I can’t help wondering


    whether these deliberately provoking people also see this, so that’s why.


    Regardless of the consequences, hit the gun one after another to anger her?So, do these people have a gap with her, or are they instigated by others?Thinking about this, I couldn''t help but look up at Kuang Xiqing, who was


    drinking alone on the throne; she beckoned to me with a gentle smile, teaching


    people like a spring breeze: "Han, sit by my side."Looking around all the seats, there is still one vacant seat before her. It


    can be seen that the decision to let me sit next to her was entirely


    temporary.Passing through the seats on both sides, slowly stepping on the imperial


    steps, I can feel the sights cast by the civil and military officials, like a


    man on the back, guessing Kuang Xiqing''s intentions, but to no avail.Getting closer, I found that her gaze seemed to pass through me faintly, and


    fell lightly on Jiang Zhuo, who had been following me silently. At first


    glance, the two of them had very different temperaments, each with its own


    merits, and it was difficult. People confuse them; only by looking carefully


    can you distinguish the similarities in their facial features.Suddenly I was a little curious: what was the situation of these two people


    when they first met?And what kind of thought did Kwong Xiqing put this woman who resembled herself


    to be a guard by her side?When Kuang Xihan took Jiang Zhuo away, how did she feel? Has there been a


    little bit of retention?Thinking about it, my mind suddenly ran away.Just sitting down next to Kuang Xiqing, a young woman wearing a navy blue


    civil costume was holding a wine cup and exclaimed: "Your Royal Highness is


    too late. You can teach people to wait. It''s time to punish yourself for three


    cups!"Following the reputation, the woman’s eyebrows are somewhat similar to the


    imperial husband Lu Xiuzhu whom I met a few days ago, as if she is quite


    familiar with Kwong Xihan. I searched for the memory and vaguely recalled some


    fragments related to her-Lu Yingxuan , Lu Xiuzhu’s sister is also one of Kuang


    Xihan’s childhood playmates. Of course, according to the scenes I recall in my


    memory, the term "hupengouyou" is more appropriate to describe.It''s just... three glasses of fine wine?I looked at the fist-big colored glass wine cups on the few cases in front of


    me, and the nose was lingering if there was a mellow aroma of wine, he


    hesitated for a moment, before I reached out my hand, Kwong Xiqing took the


    full wine one step ahead of me. Zhan, raised his neck and drank it down, and


    gestured to the other party: "Ling Wang has recovered from a serious illness,


    and it is not suitable to drink. I will drink these three glasses of wine for


    her, how about?"——Looking at it sideways, there was a slight smile on her lips. There was a


    bit of teasing in her gentleness, but her eyes were like a deep pool and there


    was no wave of ripples in her eyes, which made people feel awkward.