The eldest princess pampered the beautiful, strong and miserable proton queen

There are two great sages in this world, one of them is Confucianist Meng Taifu.

The other is the Cardinal of Taoism.

Has been hidden from the world.

"21 years ago, the cardinal who retreated to Wanjun Mountain suddenly appeared and left a prophecy," Ji Ruxuan chuckled lightly, with a smile full of sarcasm, "The emperor came to the world, and the achievements of thousands of years are here."

Jiang Fuguang's heart set off a turbulent wave, which almost overwhelmed the constant turbulent heat in his body.

Since the Dayu Dynasty destroyed the country, the lords segregated and competed for supremacy. The world today has been divided for 300 years. The only thing that can be called a great achievement for thousands of years is the unification of Kyushu and the pacification of the Sibari.

Will the emperor unify the north and the south?

Sweep away the four barbarians?

How can this be?

Why hadn't she heard of this prophecy?

"At this moment," Ji Ruxuan's voice became hoarse again, "the eldest son of the emperor of the Northern Dynasty was born."

"You," Jiang Fuguang looked at Ji Ruxuan in astonishment, and suddenly hugged his knees tightly, his throat went hoarse, "Is that the Emperor in the prophecy?"

"The day he was born," Ji Ruxuan seemed to be lost in memories, where did the memories come from, but I heard people say too much, "It was just at dawn, and Tai Shiling, who was watching the stars in the star tower, suddenly saw the direction due south, There was a bright star, across the dark night sky, falling rapidly towards the imperial city, just at this moment, a cry came from the central palace, at that moment, the stars in the sky twinkled, the dawn was gone, and the dawn had come."

The prophecy that the Emperor of Heaven descended from heaven was fulfilled on this fallen star.

Jiang Fuguang clenched her five fingers tightly, her nails pierced into the tender flesh of her palm, the blunt pain made her wake up a lot again.

Ji Ruxuan's eyes drooped: "Taishi Ling calculates that he is destined to enter the Wu Palace, which is a great destiny. The ministers thought of the cardinal's prophecy, and determined that the great prince of the Northern Dynasty is the emperor in the prophecy."

Jiang Fuguang slowly closed his eyes, his throat felt dry, his body itched so badly that she couldn't bear it, and at this moment, he felt a turbulent shock in his heart.

"The emperor of the Northern Dynasties named the eldest son Xuan," Ji Ruxuan said with an almost numb expression on his face, "Ji Ruxuan, named Junxuan, was registered as the crown prince at birth."

That's it!

Looking at the history books, it is very rare for a person to be crowned the crown prince at birth. Ji Ruxuan's word 'Xuan' is clearly not what she thought. The meaning of black as respect in the Northern Dynasties is because 'Xuan' means 'heaven', It means that he was born in the dark, and it also implies that he bears the "destiny". For him, this name is not the expectation of parents for their children, but the fate that they bear when they are born.

Fortunately or unfortunately?
Jiang Fuguang was at a loss, this should be Ji Ruxuan's biggest secret.

Doesn't he understand that after knowing this news, she will become the biggest obstacle for him to unify the north and the south and complete the mission of the emperor?
"The crown prince has just been full moon, and the great Confucian scholars in the Shang's study take turns reading next to his baby every day." Ji Ruxuan was expressionless, as if he was talking about someone who had nothing to do with him, not himself.

"They," Jiang Fuguang opened his eyes wide, "are too insane."

In the depths of her heart, an extremely sour emotion suddenly emerged, mixed with the constant turbulent heat, which made her unable to distinguish it for a while.

She also didn't know that this ray of emotion was taking advantage of the void and quietly softening the walls of her heart. Perhaps by the time she realized it, it would be too late.

"Who says it's not?" Ji Ruxuan lowered his head, "As the crown prince can speak in August, stand in October, and walk in December, he has shown the excellent talent of never forgetting and being able to recite by ear since he was a child. They’re even more convinced of it.”

Jiang Fuguang gasped, he didn't know how much of Ji Ruxuan's excessive precociousness was ripened by them.

Too cruel!

"Many people are in the crown prince's ear, reminding the crown prince day after day of his mission, his responsibility, and the path he will take in the future." Ji Ruxuan closed his eyes, and when he opened them, it was already clear, "The emperor The prince also thinks this is the meaning of his existence, and has been working hard for it."

From the age of three, he only slept for three hours a day, and every day when the rooster crowed, he had to get up. At the age of six, he read books that many people have read for a lifetime.

Only Yang Taishi always dragged him to gossip on the pretext of teaching him how to play chess.

By wanting to preach the scriptures, she dragged him to study the scriptures, meditated and adjusted his breath, which was actually sleeping, and secretly took him out of the palace to play.

But Yang Taishi is dead.

He died on that snowy winter day, looked at him with firm eyes, and told him silently: live.

Jiang Fuguang panicked in his heart, and suddenly thought of the catastrophe that shook the entire court 15 years ago in the Northern Dynasty.

"Why did you tell me?" For some reason, after hearing this story, Jiang Fuguang felt that his body was so soft that it seemed to have turned into a puddle of water.

She asked him stubbornly, "Why?"

"If people's hearts need to be changed," Ji Ruxuan walked over, half-kneeling in front of her, "then I am willing to give my heart first to exchange for the possibility of one in a hundred, one in a thousand, or one in a thousand."

The possibility of changing her heart.

"What is your purpose for coming to Nanchao?" Jiang Fuguang blinked his confused eyes, trying to see him clearly.

"I'll tell you later, okay?" Ji Ruxuan asked softly, with an unbelievably gentle tone.

"Why?" Jiang Fuguang's voice was soft.

With a low laugh, he slowly approached her with a hoarse voice, "Because it's already a quarter of an hour."

It's okay if he doesn't mention it, but when he mentions it, the surging tide almost drowns her.

But her body has already softened into a puddle of water, as if after he finished telling the story, her body pretended to persist, which made her stubbornly endure, stubbornly endure, resist tenaciously, and refuse to soften, and her emotions completely softened. , no longer have the slightest strength to fight against this strange feeling.

if she asks.

Ji Ruxuan will definitely tell her: Silly girl, this is attacking the heart, and it is the key to the highest achievement of the strategists.

What you think in your heart is where your weakness lies.

People in the world will subconsciously set up inner defense lines for themselves to avoid being seen through and give others opportunities to take advantage of.

How to break it?
Attack on the heart.

Among the attacks on the mind, the most powerful trick is "to attack the heart with the heart".

Jiang Fuguang's persistence stemmed from her self-esteem and pride, but in this situation where she couldn't help herself, even if she lost her chastity, it didn't mean she lost her self-esteem and pride. It would only make people think that she was pedantic, stubborn, and hypocritical.

Is this really the case?
Naturally not.

Deep in her heart, there is a deeper level of persistence.

The root lies in him.

Jiang Fuguang was willing to trust him and let go of her guard, but not everything. Deep in her heart, she never let go of her guard against him.

She doesn't want to be dominated by drugs, and has some entangled relationship with him, so as to avoid conflicts of interests in the future and fall into a passive situation.

Really smart and sharp.

However, it didn't work.