Chapter 15: Rescue

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.