Heartburn

"Emperor?" Xu Guijun, who was defending around me, and lost the tea tap on the ground. The crisp sniffer made me a cold.

I saw him suddenly on the ground, and I knocked on the cold floor tiles. The strong stuffed, I looked from the side, his forehead quickly heated, he would be very painful, he like I didn't even have two down two times, this shook the voice, respectfully said: "See the emperor ..."

Yan Xiqing did not respond, nor did it shout, as if I didn't see Xu Guijun; she looked straight straight to the door, and the lip line was straight, it seems to be endurance.

I moved my eyes, and silence lasted for a moment, and finally I couldn't help but take the initiative. "The emperor is not what you see ..."

- Although I don't know what to explain.

"The royal doctor, replaces the pulse." She suddenly raised my words, turning his head told the middle-aged woman who took the medicine box.

After the Secretary of the Secret, the Royal Doctor took it up, and took out one small pillow pad from the medicine box. Under my wrist, gently put it on my wrist, and bowed down.

Yan Xiqing's eyes fell on the face of the royal doctor, did not look at me, I had to swallow the words.

Xu Guijun is quietly squatting on the ground, the air is not dare to come out; Jiang Xi is almost felt in the scorpion, I almost can't feel her existence; Qi Xiqing has a hands, can't see the idea, as if everyone is waiting Diagnosis.

For a long time, she took her hand, turned to Qi Xiqing a gift, slowly replied: "At the emperor, Ling Wang Temple will be imagined, the blood is not adjusted, but it is surprised, and the Hall is in the world. Insufficient, this has caused old disease, and there is a symptom of breathing and poor breathing. "

"Can you have a serious problem?" Yan Xiqing asked immediately.

"I have an emperor, there is no serious problem, I will open a flat-hearted square, after taking it, pay attention to the rest of the rest." The royal doctor replied.

"Very good, go to the Square." She nodded, waving to leave the doctor, and then, when I looked up, I suddenly rushed, "people."

The front of the door is "hula" to come in the ban on the two waist, not always waiting for her directive; she is unfamed, teach my heart.

I saw that she wared the chin, but he refers to Xu Guijun, who is shivering on the ground, and the cold voice command: "Drag."

"Yes." The two banned, and he had to drag the top left and right, and he was going to be excessive.

"Emperor! Forgive! Emperor!" He struggled to cry, Yan Xiqing did not put his eyes, it seems that even seeing him, he is not willing.

Seeing this road, it is already disconnected, and he will go back to my head and go to me: "Wang Ye! His Royal Highness! Save a slave! Ask you!" He is earnestly staring at me tightly, as if I am the last life of the straw.

I shaken in my heart, but I was reluctant to support it from the bed, hesitated, or shouted the two forces: "Slow ..."

The two people ignore me, only one trail will drag Xu Guilun - I know that there is no order of Yan Xiqing, he is afraid that it is a fierce.

"The Emperor!" I had to look for Yan Xiqing, but I didn't grasp her agrees, even, it was unknown.

Her slepper rose sharply, and the cold eyes stab, only one instant convergence, the coldness that can penetrate, restore the calm and gentle and gentle of the past - but my heart suddenly rises, but how is it? Not willing to fade.

", is it to ask for him?" Half, when I thought she won't open, she suddenly asked.

"Emperor, I ..." Although I wanted to ask for him, I didn't talk about it - the emperor's wife and Wang Ye had a shame, no matter which one of the dynasties is shameful, don't say For him, I am afraid that I am also robbing.

Yan Xiqing watched me deeply: "Before you change it, you will never look at this person."

My breathing is awkward, but I can't wait for her below. What does she mean this? Is it disappointed with my operators? Or, she has found that I am not a real ?

I am going to die ... I think of this, I can't help but be cold, my brain is blank.

"It's also," she suddenly laughed, but the eyes were full of difficulties, "I am only awkward, and I will open the net - just, the crime of death," it is difficult to escape. "She suddenly Don, the eyes of the disgusting eyes, Xu Guijun, crying, and then said, " , move to the Jin Palace."

- Go to the Jin Palace, as the name suggests is the cold palace.

Although it is imprisoned in the cold palace, it saves his life, and he has a glass of a glass of wine.

Fortunately, I am sighed, but I found that Xu Guijun's looks more and more, like being a more unbearable pain.

I haven't waved yet, he has been dragged out, blocked his mouth and toughly issued a "" screaming, until I can't hear it.

The entire sleeping hall returned to the silence of the previous death.

For a long time, Yan Xi Qing sighed a sigh of breath, tired, and smashed the nose: "The banquet has not ended, and it is enough to rest." Jiang servant, protect her. "

"Yes." Jiang Boxing should be in the low voice.

Didn't look at me again, Yan Xiqing turned to leave the temple, the posture of Zhilai Yuhu suddenly penetrated a few points of empty law ... I stared at her back, I feel that my eyes are born, I can't help Rolling out tears.

There is only my temple in the temple.

I am lying on the bed of Xu Guijun, the bed is soft and comfortable, but I feel that it is striking.

"Jiang Jiang, do you think I am very mixed?" Save, I asked, I didn't expect her understanding, but it was only urgently to hear her voice.

"... Jiang Ye can't dare." Her voice is clear, even if it is indifferent, it is very moving.

"Oh, I don't dare ... that is, you also think that I am a mixed amount of drug rescue? Cruel, selfish and weak ..." I looked at my slim wrist, the venous venous venous is pale. Under the skin, it is fragile, "such a person, what does it mean?"

"Wang Ye, it is not too early, please go back." There is no expectation, she walked to bed, and she looked faintly in my eyes. I didn't see my tears in my eyes. My leg is curved, I raised my back neck, and I put me easily, "I am rude."

My tears, because of her all the best, her face rose red, but die, she caught her neck, she lost her neck - will hate it? Will it be thrown?

So worried, I close my eyes, just indulging myself quietly, buried my face into her shoulders, sneaking her body, mixing the sweetness of cedar and saponi, silence.

Her step is extremely fast, but it is very stable. I spent a column of fragrant kung fu walking. She only finished her tea was not finished.

The lights on both sides gradually looked up. After a while, I came to the banquet hall. I could feel the wonderful eyes of the quiet palace, perhaps, and went to it ... At this point, Yan Xizhen's impartition does not matter again.

At the gate of the hall, Jiang Jiang gently put me down and reminded: "Wang Ye, arrived."

"Well." I should have a low low place, standing straight and walking forward, but there is some kind of virtual floating.

Jiang Jiang did not say much, but silently rely on, hosted my arm, holding my slowly.

Seeing me back, Yan Xiqing smiled and smiled, but the movement of drinking is clean and profit - the face is red, the eyes are blurred, as if she has brought a few points.

I sat back to her side, and I can't ask her to be angry. I hold her hand in the wine glass. I low-ash, I don't drink too much, and I will be uncomfortable. "

She didn't care, I didn't drink it again. I just smiled and smiled. I made a deep man. "The wine is in the headache, but the headache is, if you can solve the worry, why not try?"

Her laughing teach me ashamed, just looking at her, saying that you can't come.

"Good!" When two points were condensed, a cheerful broke the silence, and made me panicked, I was busy, but I saw Lu Yingxuan who had already burn red.

I saw her greatly open the outermost officials, revealing the white middle clothes; one foot on the table, one hand is holding the empty cup, pointing at the dancer in the dance pool, screaming, Obviously it is drunk.

Where is the colleagues around her, a drunken eyes, or pointed at her, but I am drunk, I have been sleeping, and I will not see the Pastness of the week. - It can be seen that during the meeting, this banquet is very harmonious.

I shook my head, I couldn't bear to see what they langhed. The eyes did not care about it, but they were holding the attention - the dancers who were praised by her, is a big red short The young man in the shirt, wearing a fight on his head, dancing a long sword in his hand, the end is a beautiful and cool, the instrument, the sword pointers, the silver mandrel, as if it takes the Sen Senior swords, teach people And - a good red dust sword!

This sword dance only one person performs, and the soundtrack is just an occasional routine, but the scene of the scene is all fascinating, whether it is drunken or keeps a little awake, it is attracted by this row of clouds. .

My line of sight is not complyed to follow the dancer's figure until he turned around - from the gap between the fight, I saw his face, and I also got his eyes - the eyes were extremely cold, the ratio The sword in his hand is more clear, more cold than the sword on his sword ... that is not a dancer's eyes.

I shaken in my heart, I am sitting straight, I want to say that this dancer is not appropriate, but I see the killing and appearance in his eyes, it is actually a point, straight toward the royal seat above the stairs - I seem to be able to hear the sharp sword tip to break the air.

This is hard to prevent, and the officials of the two sides have been drunk, and the guards are far away, the reaction is not good, and there is no person who can save it in time.

I am afraid to stare at the more and closer, the neighbor, as if I have a big hand, teach me to be nervous, and stop. It is actually a false thinking, and the sideways will be sunny, protect in her.