Chapter 10: Palace Banquet

"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.