Heartburn - Chapter 87

Passively accepting this sudden kiss, it took me a while before I remembered to push her away.

Perceiving my intention of struggling, the hand that she originally hugged my waist turned to support the back of my neck and pressed me hard against her-when there was nothing I could do, I didn’t care much, and opened my mouth to bite.

I can be sure that I have exerted my strength this time, and there is a real smell of blood in my mouth, but the person who was bitten by me only paused for a moment, and then attacked more brutally, teaching me almost There is no way to breathe.

It’s messed up, it’s all messed up.

What is going wrong?

Isn’t it a monarch? Isn’t it a sister?

Why did it become like this?

All kinds of problems filled my mind, and the headache was splitting, but it could not bear the pain in my heart, and I couldn’t help crying.

But the people who had been indifferent to their wounds before, who were still doing their own way to attack the city suddenly froze.

Through the dim tears, I saw Kuang Xiqing’s unbelievable eyes, and all kinds of complicated emotions flashed in her eyes in Xiuya Feng, there was loss, embarrassment, and even a touch of hopeless sorrow.

She slowly let go of me, took two steps back, not caring about the bloodshot wound on her lips, turned her face away, as if she could avoid my horrified gaze: “Han, you are afraid of me. You are true. Of… Have you fallen in love with someone else?”

“Emperor Sister…” I wiped the remaining blood on my lips, and I tried to show a relaxed smile, but found that I couldn’t do it anyway–how could I lightly perfuse this unexplained kiss?

No matter how much I deliberately ignore or avoid deliberately, I can’t eliminate the unpredictable consequences of this kiss.

Yes, she was right: I resisted her touch and was afraid of her approach, and I couldn’t respond to her feelings.

“Han’er, you said that you only allow me in this life. Have you forgotten?” She lowered her head and asked softly.

I don’t know how to describe her voice at the moment, let alone the expression on her face. I only know that just this light and fluttering sentence is like an awl poking into my heart, teaching me to cover it with pain. My chest–maybe the person who really hurts is not me, but the soul of Kuang Xihan that remains in my body that has been unwilling to dissipate for a long time.

Kwong Xiqing is her biggest obsession and her only obsession.

When this person who thought that he would never respond accepts it, when this dream that was thought to be impossible has come true, shouldn’t he be happy?

It’s a pity, it’s too late.

I can’t remember how many such confessions she made, and how touching vows she made to Kwong Xiqing… But after all, it wasn’t me, nor did it belong to my emotions.

The person I like, the person I admire wholeheartedly, and the partner I identify is Jiang Zhuo.

“I’m sorry” is the only answer I can give, but it is also the last answer she needs.

But ah, except I’m sorry, what can I do?

“The past is my youth and ignorance, and it is difficult for strong people. Now I have grown up, let the past pass. Please don’t take it to my heart.” I grabbed my chest and turned to my side and gulped. Breathe, wait until the tears faded temporarily, then said steady voice.

“Oh, are you young and ignorant?” She chuckled, seemingly calm, but like lightning and thunder that are often hidden and suppressed before the storm, “What a young ignorance… I take it seriously.”

“Sister Huang, blood is thicker than water. This is a destined fate and a bond that will never change. You and I are sisters, but you can only be sisters.” Close your eyes and dare not meet her faint eyes again. Mou, I lowered my heart and said coldly.

“What a sister,” she sighed in a low voice, sobbing like a complaint, like anger and resentment, and taught me that I couldn’t help but spit on the self who broke her heart, and the self who was soft and shaken for a moment, “You are real Do you want to draw a line with me?”

“Emperor Sister, you actually made a choice long ago, didn’t you?” I plucked up the courage to look at her, and said every word-I couldn’t tell whether Kwong Xihan’s will was controlling me, or I wanted to replace it. She ended this hopeless obsession, “And you never chose me.”

“You’re right, it’s my demon that was stunned.” She suddenly laughed, still the gentle and elegant look I had when I first saw her, but her eyes were completely cold, “I chose the throne, so I Destined to not get you.”

I watched her lick the wound on her lips, then inadvertently wiped off the remaining blood, got up slowly, adjusted her clothes, and walked towards the door.

“Emperor Sister! Where are you going? Let me go!” I hurried to catch her, trying to hold her, but she just leaned sideways gently and avoided, restrained me with one hand, and embraced me again.

“Han’er, you should know that I am the emperor and the lord of the world. Since I can’t get your heart, then I won’t let others get it,” she leaned close to my ear and whispered, her breath blowing through. My auricle, as if quenched by ice, taught people to grow cold all over the body, “Whether you are the son of the Fu family or the royal husband, they are not worthy.”

“You, you…” I painfully took hold of her clenched wrist, twisted and avoided her.

——Is this person really the Kuang Xiqing I know?

“Stay here obediently, and marry the third prince as the side husband in five days.” She looked at me fixedly, as if she wanted to burn me in her eyes, her figure disappeared a little as the door closed, and she was in The image in my heart also collapsed little by little, “If you refuse, I will kill your husband.”

The door closed suddenly, and the darkness in front of me was plunged into darkness. As the light dissipated, my whole body was pumped clean from the body, and slipped softly to the ground. The jade tile floor was extremely cold, but not as cold as my heart. It’s cold, I hug myself tightly, but I can’t bring the slightest warmth.

“…Jiang Zhuo, where are you?” The room was silent as before, as if there was no one, but I knew that Kuang Xiqing must have left a lot of guards at the door-in this case, I am afraid that I will even meet her. It’s difficult on one side.

Sitting on the ground for a long time, I wiped my cheeks, and slowly stood up on the floor; I kept a movement for a long time, the blood was not circulating, my legs were numb, and a little movement was pain in my heart, and I sighed helplessly. In my breath, I followed the flow of blood vessels, kneading a little bit to stimulate the acupuncture points and dredge the blood.

Suddenly, the knocking sound came from the door of the back leaning against it. It was especially obvious in this quiet late night. The slight vibration felt next to the door showed that this was definitely not my auditory hallucination, but someone was actually knocking. door.

Who will it be so late?

Could it be that Kuang Xiqing has gone and returned?

Thinking of this possibility, I didn’t care about my aching legs. I got up with difficulty and stepped back to the table. I picked up the marble paperweight and held it in my hand. I used it as a weapon. While staring at the door nervously, I considered what I really wanted. How useful will this defense be — and a wry smile: In fact, it has long been known in my heart that this stubborn resistance will not have any effect, it will only make me feel more embarrassed.

The knock on the door continued, but from the beginning, the tentative taps became frequent and messy, as if the anxiety in the heart of the people outside the door could be felt—not Kuang Xiqing.

This recognition taught me that I couldn’t help but approach the door boldly and asked in a cold voice, “Who is outside?”

The people outside stopped knocking on the door, but they were silent. After I asked patiently again, I pressed my throat and said, “Subordinate Bliu, come here to answer Your Highness by the order of Mr. Jiang.”

——Master Jiang? Is she talking about Jiang Zhuo?

Before I had time to think about it, my hands and feet preceded my thoughts and actions. I opened the door and asked anxiously: “You are talking about this king’s personal guard Jiang Zhuo? Where is she?”

“His Royal Highness, follow me.” She bowed and made a request, turned and walked ahead, and I quickly followed.

Before leaving, look around-two women in guard costumes fell on the ground, life and death unknown, beside them, two people in the same costumes stood beside them. They saw me come out with B Liu, but turned a blind eye to us. Did not turn a bit.

“They?” Following her in a hurry, I couldn’t help but look back at one more time.

“Your Majesty, don’t worry, it’s your own.” She said casually, stopping at a corner and pointing to the front, “Master Jiang is waiting for you in the Royal Garden, and the subordinates will leave first.”

Without waiting for my answer, I ran away, coming and going like wind, unpredictable-Yiliu, this number is a bit like the secret guard of the palace introduced by Yan Ke and me, but the word “B” ranks How could the team members obey Jiang Zhuo’s orders?

While thinking, I walked carefully along the road below my feet. Except for some light from the palace lanterns hanging under the corridor in the distance, only the moon above my head cast a bleak brilliance, barely illuminating the outline of my feet, and then moved forward. Going on, stepping into the depths of the imperial garden, but almost drowned in darkness.

At this moment, I later realized that I wanted to be afraid.

Standing on the spot hesitatingly, I wanted to tentatively call out Jiang Zhuo’s name, but I was afraid that I didn’t get her response, and instead attracted guards on patrol and palace attendants passing by.

It was too late to say, then it was fast. Just as I was walking, a hand suddenly came up on my waist, and a soft embrace was attached to my back. The subconscious scream was covered in my mouth, and the rapid heartbeat was on the familiar one. The breath naturally eased as it surrounded me.

“You scared me to death!” The first time my mouth was released, I did not hesitate to leave a tooth mark on the edge of the man’s palm.

“I thought that the first sentence you saw me should be’I want to die.’” A smiling voice rang in her ears, she kissed my earlobe, and backhanded my palm. Pack into the palm of your hand.

“Jiang Zhuo, Jiang Zhuo…” I was really at ease when I was truly embraced by her-she was right. I really wanted her to think tightly, but I taught her to be so serious and open. Instead, he taught me to be embarrassed to admit, “You, why are you here? Who is that B-6?”

“She forced you, didn’t she?” She frowned, avoiding my question, and asked in a deep voice.

Raising my hand to caress the crease between her eyebrows, I reluctantly hooked the corners of my mouth, I don’t know how to explain-should I tell her about the constant and chaotic relationship between Kuang Xihan and Kuang Xiqing? Or my ghost from another world occupied Kuang Xihan’s body?

I can’t say anything.

She took my hand, tightened it but let it go, stepped back without a word, and looked at me steadily, her eyes deep and flustered.

After a long while, she smiled softly and said softly: “Your Highness, come to the throne.”

-Enthroned?

Did I hear it wrong?

I stared at her blankly, because the shock caused by this sentence was no less than Kuang Xiqing’s confession.