Speaking of late and fast, I only felt a pain in my shoulder. The dancer had

    already crossed the throne with his sword; instead of a blow, he suddenly

    turned around and prepared to stab the second sword.But at this moment, the people who were still immersed in the depressive voice

    reacted-the screams of the palace attendants, the shouts of the officials and

    the raps of the guards were intertwined, but there was dead silence in my

    ears, only myself slammed The rattling heartbeat.For the first time, I felt that death was so close to me, and I was far more

    calm than I thought it was. For a moment, I also subconsciously felt that

    "death" was a kind of relief for me. Right-even if this negative thought is

    the one I hated the most before.His attack was blocked by one person... it was Jiang Zhuo.I have never seen a person who can make a sword so beautiful. It is like

    coming from the front yard of the courtyard with flowers and willows. The

    sword is full of breath, and a shower of petals falls, like a beautiful

    picture-with her In comparison, the sword dance of the previous assassin is

    not worth mentioning—or maybe it''s just because the sword dancer is Jiang Zhuo

    who saved me, a beautiful and flawless beauty, this is especially pleasing to

    the eye and teaching people. Be drunk, and thus be able to forget the crisis

    at this moment."Han, are you injured?" Kuang Xiqing''s face finally no longer had the

    emptiness and indifferent calm, and the worry that overflowed in her eyes when

    she grabbed my hand made me almost ignore the tingling pain from my shoulder."I''m afraid it is." I gritted my teeth and pressed the ** wound on my

    shoulder. I nodded with a wry smile, trying to tear a piece of clothes to

    cover the wound, but Kuang Xiqing tore off her clothes faster than I could. I

    quickly wrapped my shoulders tightly in a circle, and did a simple treatment-

    assuming her emperor status as the premise, this was beyond my expectation."Don''t be afraid, Han''er, I will protect you." She squeezed my hand hard, as

    if she wanted to give me support, her gentle and firm eyes moved me, but she

    couldn''t help but sigh in her heart: Although she is comforting me , But the

    person who couldn''t help shaking is clearly herself...At the stall where Jiang Zhuo stopped the assassin, the guards on duty on both

    sides rushed over quickly, surrounding the banquet hall. The guard leader led

    a few people to stand in front of Kuang Xiqing and me, and whispered: " Your

    rescuer is late, please come down!""Take the assassin first." Seeing that the guards had formed a protective net,

    Kuang Xiqing also regained her composure, returning to the majestic and steady

    state of the emperor."Wait, don''t kill him!" When the guard leader pressed the sword and was ready

    to go, I quickly added, for fear of witnessing the ** scene with my own

    eyes."Yes, stay alive, I have to interrogate carefully." Kuang Xiqing seems to have

    misunderstood my original intention, but as long as the expected goal can be

    achieved, it doesn''t matter.However, at this moment, Jiang Zhuo, who was fighting with the assassin,

    grabbed the sword in his hand, then swiped the backhand and wiped the

    assassin''s neck cleanly-my exclamation stuck in my throat. , There was a

    splash of blood in his eyes, it was as if he had been hit in the head.After returning to his senses, there was a tumbling in his belly, and he

    couldn''t help turning his head and retching.——Facing the fear of death, I can''t escape after all."Han''er?" Kuang Xiqing asked worriedly, patting my back."Cough cough... I, I''m fine..." I took the tea she handed and rinsed my mouth.

    I turned my face, not daring to look at the assassin''s body, but I saw Jiang

    Zhuo kneeling on the ground and hanging down. I held my head, and the hair

    covered my eyes, teaching me not to see her expression clearly.For some reason, I always feel that a layer of sadness is looming over her

    body, and this makes me choke my heart, but I can''t figure out the source of

    this feeling."Take a thorough investigation of this matter. If you let someone go, I only

    ask you." Kuang Xiqing frowned and glanced at Jiang Zhuo and the breathless

    corpse behind her, and then said to the guard leader.When I thought she would immediately control the suspicious personnel present

    for investigation and interrogation, she suddenly picked me up and strode

    out—I was covering the wound and turning my head, the look of the noble

    officials. It was even more frightened than when the assassin appeared before;

    and Jiang Zhuo still bowed his head in silence, like a sculpture.I felt the loss in my chest overwhelming the pain in my shoulders.This is the third time I have been picked up effortlessly today. From the

    panic and embarrassment at the beginning to the moment I am only slightly

    uncomfortable, unconsciously, even I myself have felt desperate for the

    weakness of this body— \-Kuang Xiqing’s embrace is another kind of feeling,

    warm and reassuring, but not like Jiang Zhuo’s teaching me to feel like a drum

    and tense from beginning to end.Probably this is the blood relationship that is difficult to give up.Between the main hall where the palace banquet is located and Kuang Xiqing’s

    Chaolu Hall, I said it’s not close or far, but I could feel the arm supporting

    me from steady as a mountain to a little trembling, which shows that the

    distance does not seem to her. She was so calm and calm.It''s just that I don''t want to live up to her heart, so I only silently

    worried about the pain of being thrown to the ground, but resisted the idea of

    ??asking the guards and attendants to help.Finally, I arrived in the dormitory without any risk. Kwong Xiqing cautiously

    placed me on the ottoman, shaking his arms without a trace, and calling for

    the royal doctor—I looked sideways at the middle-aged who I met again today.

    The imperial doctor said "sorry" for her back and forth in my heart."Doctor, what''s the injury on King Ling''s shoulder?" Kuang Xiqing asked

    impatiently, staring at the old doctor who was there, as if she would push her

    as soon as she said something bad. Go out and beheaded.The imperial doctor was obviously used to the imperial family’s threats to

    imperial doctors. He didn’t panic when he heard the words. He just repeated

    the action not long ago, took my pulse slowly and uncovered the cloth on my

    shoulder carefully. I inspected the wounds-being so close, I didn''t even miss

    the emotion that flashed in her eyes-maybe I have never seen a prince who is

    injured as frequently as me.After a while, she withdrew her hand and turned around to report to the

    anxious Kwong Xiqing: "Returning to your Majesty, King Ling''s wound is **

    red, and it can be seen that it is non-toxic; the cut is less than an inch

    long, not half a finger deep, just a wound of flesh and blood. It’s fine, just

    apply some good wound medicine."While she was talking, she took out two small porcelain bottles from the

    medicine chest she was carrying, and uncorked them. One bottle exudes a strong

    smell of alcohol, and the other one has a faint fragrance of medicine."Han''er, you have a good rest, I will deal with the assassin." Kuang Xiqing

    patted the back of my hand comfortingly, got up and left the sleeping hall.Nodded and watched her leave, the fear of having to face the wound treatment

    alone immediately swept me over."His Royal Highness, please bear with me. The minister will disinfect your

    wound. This may be a little painful." The doctor gently tore the bandage on my

    shoulder and said in a deep voice."Yeah." I didn''t open my eyes and didn''t look at the ** shoulder, but the

    stimulation of alcohol on the wound made me "hiss" with a grin."Does the minister hurt your Royal Highness?" The imperial doctor''s voice was

    somewhat casual and casual, but his subordinates kept applying wound medicine

    and bandaging, as if it didn''t matter whether I answered the pain or not.——I know that after the entanglement between Kuang Xihan and Xu Guijun was

    exposed, it was almost a delusion to want the respect of the imperial doctor.And this imperial doctor can still appear in front of me but it is not killed,

    it means that she must be someone Kuang Xiqing trusts... Then, does this also

    mean that in Kuang Xiqing''s heart, if it weren''t for the half of the blood

    relationship, she would treat Kuang Xihan like this ''S sister, don''t even want

    to take another look?Thinking of this hypothesis, my heart hurts for no reason."Well, be careful not to get water on the wound these few days, avoid being

    spicy and greasy, and change the dressing sooner or later." The imperial

    doctor handed a bottle of medicine to the attendant waiting aside, and

    whispered to me, "Your Highness, please take a good rest. The minister retired

    first.""Thank you." The wound was cool and refreshing, but it didn''t hurt much,

    showing that the medicine worked well.The imperial doctor retired quickly, and the attendants filed out with him,

    leaving only a delicate boy by my bed."Will the slave and maid take a rest?" This boy is no more than eleven or

    twelve years old, his voice is still a childish voice, but the seriousness of

    his face makes it difficult to treat him as a child."This king is not sleepy yet," I shook my head, glanced at the door of the

    sleeping hall, and asked tentatively, "Do you know where your Majesty is?""Slaves don''t know." The boy replied without thinking."...So, do you know, where are the attendants who followed this king into the

    palace?" I asked again."This... slave maid..." He glanced at me embarrassedly, dare not to agree,

    seemed to be worried."Why, I don''t know, or I don''t want to say it?" I deliberately coldened my

    face, and as expected, he immediately told the truth, "His Royal Highness

    Bing, Bing, it''s not that the slaves and maids don''t want to say it, but your

    Majesty ordered before leaving that no one is allowed. Excuse you to rest...""This king just wants to know if they are well, isn''t that okay?" I still

    asked with a cold face.He thought for a while, probably weighing whether it is worth offending me

    because of this trivial matter—then he replied: "The servants brought by your

    Highness are waiting in the side hall of the Chaolu Hall, and Jiang Huwei is

    guarding outside the hall. ...""What? You mean Jiang Zhuo is outside?" I sat up excitedly, but almost

    affected the wound. "This king wants to see her.""But..." He wanted to refuse, but was silenced by me, so he nodded

    reluctantly, "Slaves obey orders.""Very good~" I watched him hurriedly out of the sleeping hall with

    satisfaction. After a while, he hurriedly walked back. The tall figure behind

    me made me cover the wound on my shoulder and slowly lay back on the bed."How is the prince''s injury?" She was standing not far from the bed, her eyes

    swept over my shoulder, and asked faintly."This king is okay, how about you? Is there any injury?" I looked at her from

    head to toe, but there was no obvious wound."Thank you for your concern, Jiang Zhuo was not injured." There seemed to be

    something flashing in her eyes, but it was an emotion that I couldn''t

    distinguish for a while."Oh, that''s good..." Except for Nene nodded, I don''t know what else to say

    next. She didn''t seem to have any plans to speak, and silence spread between

    us."Han''er, why didn''t you have a rest?" Kuang Xiqing''s voice suddenly sounded,

    and I was shocked to turn my head and look around \- although I didn''t know how

    to say, what was the guilty conscience at that moment.