Heartburn - Chapter 89

I couldn’t believe what I heard in my ears, and I didn’t know where the strength came from. I slammed into the closed door and shouted: “Come on! Open the door! Open the door!”

When I hit the third time, the door opened, and the guard guarding the door stopped me with trepidation: “His Royal Highness! Rebellion against the party, everyone in the palace is in danger. Your subordinates are ordered to protect you. Your Highness is also invited to stay in the house. .”

“You said rebelling against the party? What the **** is going on?” In a hurry, I grabbed her arm, and suddenly realized that my nails had left a red mark on her hand.

——I just asked Yiliu to relocate soldiers, so why did it become a military rebellion?

“His-Your Highness forgive the sins, the subordinates and subordinates are not very clear, just listen to the news from the person in front…” She begged painfully, but could not reveal any useful news.

“It’s the king who is anxious, are you okay?” Seeing that she didn’t dare to push away from me even though she was in pain, I couldn’t help but teach me to relax my muscles and let me bite her Jiang Zhuo that night. He calmed down, let go of his hand sullenly, and asked in a low voice.

“The subordinate is fine.” She immediately took a step back, as if she was inexplicably frightened about my concern.

I also have no intention of trying to figure out her thoughts. I only hope to get the exact news as soon as possible: “You or your subordinates, whoever is fine, send someone to find out what happened, and report back and forth quickly-this king will not leave. This is it.”

“…Yes.” She glanced at me embarrassedly, then stared back with a stubborn stare, and had to wave her hand to invite a guard and whisper a few words.

The young guard quickly went to the front, and my heart drifted away with her figure-Jiang Zhuo, don’t have anything to do with you.

This time, I waited until the evening, and the anxiety and fear in my heart almost accumulated to its peak, but the guard who sent to inquire about the news still did not come back, and there was no even a bit of news from the front.

I was spinning back and forth in the room, thinking that the guard would unite and attack me, and at the same time, I was being held up as a suspect-when I was upset, I heard someone knocking on the door.

“His Majesty, the servant is here to inform us that the rebellion has subsided, please rest assured that your Highness will eat with peace of mind.” Behind him were several palace attendants holding trays, and put different dishes on the table in turn, looking very rich and tempting. , But I have no appetite.

——Since this palace attendant was sent by the emperor, he should know some ins and outs.

I went back to the room and sat down, and motioned to the palace attendant to sit down: “If you came from the front, you might as well talk to the king…Who is the traitor? Where did it come from, where is it now? “

“The slaves dare not,” he declined his seat, but respectfully answered all the questions I wanted to know, “return to your Highness, the leader of the traitors is Jiang Zhuo, the former deputy commander of the Forbidden Army, and she has assembled a group of dead soldiers. , Sneaked into the palace from the south side door, trying to make a mistake… Now he is being held in the sky prison, waiting for your majesty’s ruling.

After listening to him, I almost accidentally knocked over the nearest tea cup.

——Didn’t you send someone to rescue Jiang Zhuo? How did she teach her the first traitor?

The south gate is the palace gate closest to Lingwang’s Mansion.

In this way, the dead soldiers Jiang Zhuo brought were probably the rescuers that Yiliu sought for Yan Ke to move, and they would be arrested as a rebellious rebellious party because they wanted to save me out.

Left and right, it’s all my fault.

“Jiang Zhuo is the king’s personal guard. How can he seek rebellion for no reason? There must be some misunderstanding in this. The king is going to see her and ask clearly.” For the present plan, Jiang Zhuo must be detained first. The traitor’s hat to save her life, and then find a way to save us all.

“Your Majesty’s forgiveness, your Majesty has an order, you must not leave this room.” But the palace attendant saluted and said without changing his face.

“You mean, this king is forbidden?” I was so angry that I slapped my hand on the table, shaking the food and drink, and resisting the sharp pain in my palm, trying to frighten him with this posture. Teach him to let me out.

But I still underestimated the other party-how can someone who can be sent by Kwong Xiqing be easy to follow?

I saw that he lifted the hem of his clothes calmly, knelt upright in front of me, looked directly into my eyes, and said without humility: “What is your anger, just vent to the slave, the slave will never say anything. Complaining, I just ask your Highness not to be angry and ruin his body.”

After speaking, I leaned over and kowtowed, and blocked the words of my stomach.

This palace attendant, could I not treat him if I was right?

Oh, if it were Kuang Xihan’s violent temper, he would have dragged people out to watch the board.

But can you teach me to go out if you hit him? Even if he was killed, I’m afraid it won’t help.

However, his last words reminded me that there is another trick to try-although despicable, it is my only hope.

Pretending to be angry, I got up abruptly, and I picked up the teapot on the table, avoiding where he was kneeling, and slammed it down. I heard a crisp sound, the teapot was torn apart, and the broken porcelain **** scattered everywhere. Splashed down, and the attendant still knelt on the spot motionlessly, without any intention of evasive. He just gave me another big gift, and said unhurriedly, “His Royal Highness calms down his anger.”

“You, you…” I grasped the placket of my chest, pretended to breathe like exhausted, supported the table with one hand, and slowly sat on the ground.

Although it was a pretend, half of it was actually acting in his true colors-this body was not angered, and I suddenly heard the news that Jiang Zhuo was sent to the prison. It was indeed a bit irritable, even if it was acting, the heart was true. The pain is unbearable.

The palace attendant, who was still calmly kneeling, panicked, and ignored the broken porcelain **** around. He walked a few steps on his knees and moved to my side. He helped me and asked: “Your Highness, Your Highness?”

Seeing that he was so nervous, I knew that I was right to bet, so I endured the discomfort and did not avoid his touch. I just whispered in a low voice: “Go and report to the emperor, just say, just say this king… “

Without finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and “fainted” at the right time.

“His Majesty! Come! Come on!” He immediately put me down, rushed to open the door, and shouted outside, “You, go to the royal doctor! You report to your Majesty that your Highness fainted. Go ahead!”

I didn’t dare to peek at it, for fear of teaching him the clue, I could only lower my breath, lay on my side on the cold ground, and waited quietly.

When the army was in chaos, I felt like I was being carried on the couch, took off my shoes and socks, and covered with the quilt—not long after the door was pushed open, the palace attendant’s anxious voice sounded: “Doctor, you hurry up to see your highness. Why did she faint suddenly? If something goes wrong with your Royal Highness, the minion’s life will be…”

It turned out to be an imperial physician, not Kuang Xiqing.

I sighed silently, controlling the frequency of breathing, and continued to pretend, but I was not sure whether I would teach the imperial doctor to dismantle it.

Fortunately, she just muttered a few words to herself strangely, and then said to the palace attendant: “Don’t panic, your highness is not a major problem, just a moment of anger and congestion in the chest, resulting in a coma, and wait for me to give your high acupuncture. It’s good.”

The waiting process is always long and boring. At the same time, I feel anxious for Jiang Zhuo’s safety. I just feel that every minute and every second is a kind of torment.

It was hard to endure that the drowsy doctor gave me the needle and retreated. The talent I was waiting for was long overdue. After all, my bitter tricks were not in vain, and she still cared about me in her heart-this knowledge taught me that I couldn’t help but add to it. A bit sour, and the guilt of using her heart.

But when I think of Jiang Zhuo, these emotions are all forgotten.

“See Your Majesty.” The attendant’s voice came from outside the door, with an imperceptible trill, and taught me to stretch my nerves involuntarily-Kuang Xiqing is here, but how do I wake up at the best time? What kind of attitude should we respond to?

The most important thing is, why do you ask her to release Jiang Zhuo?

I do not know.

Her mind was confused, and her breathing also became chaotic, which would have taught her to detect something wrong. I quickly discarded the mixed thoughts, adjusted my breathing, and waited patiently for her to approach.

Unexpectedly, she seemed to know what was in my mind, and deliberately opposed me. After retiring the palace attendant and the imperial doctor, she stood quietly by the door, without any intention of approaching.

I could feel the dim dim light in the room after the door was closed, and I could feel her staring at me unblinkingly… But why didn’t she come?

What is she worrying about? What are you hesitating?

After thinking about it, I made a risky decision-frowned pretending to be painful, curled up sideways into a ball, and hummed lowly.

As expected, she just paused and walked over immediately, but she still kept one foot away, standing silently by the bed, as if suppressing her breath and existence.

——Never mind, anyway, the purpose of attracting her has been achieved, and I don’t have to pretend to go on.

Thinking of this, I slowly opened my eyes, and through the layers of veils, I looked at the vague figure beside the bed: “Emperor Sister.”

Because I woke up suddenly, she seemed to take a half step back unexpectedly, turned sideways, vaguely intentional.

Of course I can’t let her go. I just sat up regardless of the moment, opened the veil at the fastest speed in my life, and grabbed her sleeves: “Don’t go!”

She did not pull back her sleeves, nor turned her head back, her back stood like a lonely mountain, and she was inexplicably sad. Without saying a word, the meaning of rejection was self-evident.

After calming down, I thought about it and said, “I heard that the guards mistakenly took my personal guard as a traitor and arrested it…”

She was silent, suddenly withdrew her sleeves, and walked out without looking back, unwilling to listen to my excuse.

“Wait!” Seeing that she was about to touch the door, I hurriedly got up to chase, and inadvertently planted directly from the couch, knocked on my elbow, and burst into tears from the pain, “Ah–“

However, this episode also succeeded in blocking her footsteps. She taught her to turn back and step beside me without thinking, put me in her arms, and asked anxiously: “What’s wrong? Where is it hurt?”

The familiar voice and warm embrace taught me to hold back my tears and froze on the spot.

Climbing her arms and looking up-she is dressed in a brocade robe with a golden silk embroidered with the nine-day pattern of phoenix flying on the black background. Her brows are picturesque, her temperament is like blue, and her eyes are as deep as the night sky. A touch of amber streamer.

I have traced my face thousands of times at my fingertips, and I have reverberated thousands of times in my ears… How can the person I love admit to mistakes?

That’s not my emperor sister Kuang Xiqing.

That is-Jiang Zhuo.