Chapter 51: rely

Although Kuang Xihan's body is weak, but in the end it is the golden prince,

the number of people serving by his side is not one hundred or eighty, and he

waits carefully, for fear that the master like a porcelain doll will bump into

him, and it will be cold and hot \- therefore, Since I took over her body as

Kuang Xihan, she has never suffered from typhoid fever or other illnesses.And I never thought that this little fever was so violent and caught off

guard, it would knock me down all at once.I guessed in my heart that it was because I got caught in the rain the night

before, caught a cold, didn't have a good rest, and drove all night long. The

foundation is thin, unable to withstand such bumps and fatigue, but the hair

of the prefect of Xiangwei is the last straw that overwhelms the camel-no

matter how great the pain and torture of the body, it is far less than "Kuang

Xiqing ignores sisters." "Friendship hit me" is a blow to the idea.I don’t know if it was influenced by Kuang Xihan’s body, but Kuang Xiqing is

more important to me than I think... This is not a good phenomenon, but I am

unable to change it; now, I am suffering from the corresponding consequences.

.My mind is dizzy, and my eyes are blurred. I vaguely hear someone calling me,

but I can't respond.Recognizing from the elegant but familiar taste, the person who has been

talking in my ear is Jiang Zhuo.Is such an urgent and nervous voice worrying about me?This conjecture actually taught me a hint of joy. If I were not so groggy and

sick, I couldn’t open my eyes and talk to her properly. Seeing her beautiful

appearance, probably I would rather just stay sick like this and get her

gentle treatment. Right.——I have to say, this kind of thought is so shameless and so humble.But in my heart, knowing that the other person can never respond to this

affection equivalent to love, so true care and false ambiguity are the last

layer of fantasy that I rely on to comfort myself; fantasize about her as I

care about her Just as purely and unparalleled as caring about me; fantasizing

that she likes me as affectionately and unreservedly as I like her...This can almost be regarded as my only emotional belonging after stripping off

the bond with Kuang Xiqing.I don't know how long it has passed. I only feel that my body is hot and cold,

and tossing upside down again. It seems to be moving. It is not the touch of

the bedding, but hanging in the air without any support, teaching people at a

loss.I barely opened my eyelids and glanced at it, and found that Jiang Zhuo was

carrying me behind her back and was firmly tied with a ribbon.We didn't ride a horse, except for me lying weakly behind her, and there were

still a few dignified guards beside us-but the number of them was a few fewer

than the one we met in the inn.I can't judge the situation at the moment, but I have a bad feeling in my

heart."Where is this?" Surrounded by an invisible green, the towering trees seem to

be a group of silent giants, while the few of us are tiny existences that will

be swallowed anytime and anywhere-I haven't spoken for a long time. His voice

was hoarse as if there was gravel rubbing in it."This is Baiyun Valley. You have been in a coma for two days." Jiang Zhuo

turned his face and said softly in my ear, holding the roots of my legs in his

hand-the movement naturally taught me to take a few breaths. Kung Fu just

remembered to be shy."His Royal Highness, there are countless traps in this valley, and we have

lost several people..." Seeing me wake up, the guards said with a heavy heart."What...trap?" I subconsciously asked in the confusion in my mind."Nothing," the guard squeezed his fist angrily, but was stopped by Jiang Zhuo

halfway, "His Royal Highness just closes his eyes and calms his mind."She patted my calf with her hand, as if it was magical--the panic that I was

at a loss for what to do in an unfamiliar environment disappeared gently and

skillfully with this pat, even if the guards were eager to speak on their

faces. It's just so obvious and deliberate, it's not worthy of me avoiding her

comforting question.Jiang Zhuo’s back is thin and thin, which is different from other guards. The

protruding butterfly bones on both sides are like axe-chiseled works of art-I

have been fortunate to have seen them look like nothing. The lines and colors

are what I am now. A wonderful sight that can't be forgotten today-hard to

tell, but can't stop thinking about it.Separated by two layers of fabric, I can still clearly trace the slender and

soft outline of the bones of a flapper-winged butterfly, and even the touch of

the fingertips gently comes to mind-I am thirsty. Suddenly, his throat burned

like fire.I breathed out a deep breath, relaxed my thoughts and leaned against her

shoulders. The straight and hard shoulder bones made my cheeks hurt, but the

breath was enough to make up for everything and taught me to be reluctant to

move away.Although I was in a turbulent and swaying action, I slowly fell into deep

sleep, half of the exhaustion caused by this fever, and half of the reliance

that made me feel at ease."Your Highness, Your Highness." Someone whispered in his ear, the voice was

inexplicably familiar, but for a while, I couldn't remember it.This time I slept deeper than before, but I got into various bizarre scenes in

my subconscious mind, which made me have a splitting headache; my chest was

like a huge boulder pressed against it, and even breathing seemed so

difficult.I seemed to have had a terrible dream. In the dream, I could only see me being

tied to a pillar with hands and feet tied to a pillar, surrounded by darkness,

but there was a screaming and piercing voice that kept calling me. The name,

hoarse to count my guilt."Kuang Xihan-you ** it!" The voice repeated over and over again, and the

voice echoed in my ears, making it hard to avoid it.I want to break free, and I want to refute: I am not Kuang Xihan, or the

guilty King Dan Ling who was pointed at by a thousand men... However, my hands

and feet were tightly bound, and my throat seemed to be filled with magma,

with a hot burning feeling When I opened my mouth, it seemed to be able to

emit thick black smoke, but I couldn't yell even a syllable, and only the

"hehe" scream like a beast remained.There were tears in my eyes, and the next moment it was evaporated by the

sudden warming air; not only my neck, my hands, including my back, my legs,

all my parts connected to the pillars were as if by flames It burned as

fiercely as it burned, and the temperature turned me to ashes almost

instantly.I remember that in the Shang Dynasty, the famous demon Ji Daji invented a

punishment called "Painting", which was probably like this.And now I am like a prisoner tied to a copper pillar to be tortured, the pain

is unbearable, life is better than death.I just don't know, is the look on my face so hideous and unsightly?"His Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness." It was this tireless voice that

pulled my free mind back a bit, and also taught me to suddenly realize that

the terrible punishment was just a specious nightmare.My heart suddenly loosened, and I settled down. I wanted to open my mouth, but

found that I still couldn't move \- it's just that my consciousness gradually

returned to the cage, but the control of the body was still erratic and

unfounded.The line was like ice crystals splashing and shattering, and it was as vague

as a bird's shadow. It was a moving sound that I couldn't be more familiar

with.Knowing that she was by my side, those confusions disappeared without a trace

in an instant.I just want to quietly enjoy the time alone with her, instead of waking up in

such a hurry.At this time, I heard a clear sigh in my ear. This sigh was a bit helpless,

and a bit resolute that was not easy to detect... Then, the familiar breath

came to my face, accurately and undoubtedly replied. On my lips.Touching closely and warmly, so real, so natural, as if rehearsed countless

times.Is this a kiss?No, at best it's just lips pressed together tightly.Although the lips and the lips are inseparable, there is no gap; although one

of them has already lost his armor and armor, and is sinking into it... But

this is still not a kiss.Only the closeness of the two affections can be regarded as a real kiss.I am naturally happy with her, but... how about her?I don't know, I don't dare to think about it.Before I waited for the thunder and burst in my heart to reappear back and

forth and analyze the purpose of her doing this, I felt her soft lips move

slightly, the tip of her tongue stuck out, and opened my mouth easily—the

bitter medicine smell instantly filled with it. In the mouth, it taught me

that I suddenly forgot to think.In shock, I felt that her tongue swept around my mouth dexterously, and my

throat swallowed as if I had self-consciousness; until she left my lips, I

still stayed at the original unspeakable share. In the touch and tremor.I felt like a fish out of the water. I forgot how to breathe. I couldn't

breathe at all. I just opened my mouth in vain and passively swallowed the

bitter concoction that passed into my mouth, mechanically receiving it.

Subvert all the facts I know.Perhaps, I shouldn’t be so excited to think about it, shouldn’t distort the

other party’s sincere sacrifice to save me from illness, and shouldn’t deceive

myself to define this behavior as a kind of sentiment that I desperately want

to respond to.However, in addition to the constant self-warning, another idea gradually

emerged: I want to try, tell her my secret thoughts, I want to confess my

growing love, I want to let her The other party knows this unique sincere

affection that appears for the first time."Squeaky" with a soft sound, the door closed lightly, the fragrance of the

medicine wafted, and her breath was no longer in the room.Suddenly opened his eyes, licked the concoction left on his mouth, and the

extreme bitterness seemed to contain a sweetness that made people happy and

nostalgic.Suddenly, I made a decision in my heart: no more dodge, no more cover, no more

temptation and speculation, and clearly tell her-I like her.I want to, honestly... pursue her.