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

Piroye was too ambitious, fearing that after driving the tigers and leopards away, he would lure wolves into the house again.

Originally planned to enter the palace to see His Majesty in a few days.

Jiang Fuguang nodded, said his plan once more, and then said: "...after two days, the father will call a group of ministers to discuss matters, and agree to continue to establish diplomatic relations with Yunzhong. The minister will definitely object, and then grandfather and uncle will be like this..."

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The officials and envoys of the vassal states who came to Beijing to congratulate him left Beijing one after another, and Prince Gris remained in the Sifang Pavilion, waiting to discuss the establishment of diplomatic relations and cooperation with the Southern Dynasties.

The envoys of Mengxi, Mengshe, and Yuexi Sanzhao seemed to have noticed something, and they also stayed in the Sifang Pavilion.

"Eldest princess," Yingluo walked into the pavilion, lowered her head and said, "Master Ji is here."

Jiang Fuguang's heart skipped a beat, the Zihao pen in his hand paused on the paper, the ink dripped down, and a ball of ink stained on the rice paper.

The wind wrinkled a pool of spring water, the gauze of the mountain pavilion fluttered, and a gust of wind came in, making the paper on the desk rattle.

She put down her pen and rubbed her sore wrist: "Please come in!"

Yingluo responded and was about to leave when Jiang Fuguang called her again: "In the future, when Mr. Ji comes, you don't have to come and report, just come directly to the mansion."

Yingluo was terrified, bowed her head and bowed her head: "Yes!"

The mountain wind blows away the veil and brings coolness into the pavilion. Jiang Fuguang is still a little restless, so he simply sits by the pavilion and shakes his fan.

She also couldn't figure out what was going on with Ji Ruxuan now.

After being open and honest, she found that she was easy to soften towards Ji Ruxuan, and Ji Ruxuan seemed to feel this too, and became more shameless, wanting to climb into her bed all day long, to be her "face", and to ask her for "sweetness" every now and then. , and always wants her to be 'responsible', and every time he annoys her, she pretends to be obedient and flattering, and she can't bear to criticize him every time.

The black raccoon slave rushed in from outside the pavilion, and meowed around Jiang Fuguang's skirt, calling back her wandering thoughts.

Jiang Fuguang bent down and picked up the little raccoon slave. It was a little fluffy and soft, and even the fur became much smoother after rubbing.

It seems that Ji Ruxuan has raised it well.

"Little bastard," Ji Ruxuan took this one away with one hand, and lay in Jiang Fuguang's arms to enjoy the caress of the little thing, "I've raised it for so long, and I still don't know who the owner is."

The little raccoon slave was furred all over, meowing and screaming.

Jiang Fuguang raised his eyes, and saw Ji Ruxuan was wearing a pale long gown, the skirt of which was not closed, exposing the clavicle and a piece of smooth and smooth chest.

His neck is slender and thin, his collarbone is exquisite, and his outline is clear. When his shoulders shake, the trivial bones protrude and move, making him look graceful and charming.

Jiang Fuguang felt a little hot at the base of his ears.

The nice clothes made him dress casually, neither fish nor fowl.

It's not fair to look at!
It must have been intentional.

As soon as Ji Ruxuan let go, the little raccoon slave screamed, kicked his legs, and jumped onto the wooden fence, far away from Ji Ruxuan.

"An unfamiliar white-eyed slave," Ji Ruxuan curled his lips and sighed, "It's better to raise a dog. It's worry-free and sensible, loyal and protects the master."

Here again, Jiang Fuguang was speechless, looking at him sullenly: "What can you do with me?"

"I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?" Ji Ruxuan held his heart, with a heartbroken expression, "You said you wanted to support me."

Here it is again, Jiang Fuguang caressed her forehead, the worst thing she did in her life was to soften her heart to Ji Ruxuan, a shameless guy.

On the day when he was honest and honest, did he deliberately sell miserably?
"Speak well." Jiang Fuguang turned his head away from him.

Someone was shameless, but leaned over with a box in his hands, and smiled flatteringly: "It's for you."

Jiang Fuguang looked back unexpectedly, and saw white jade-like white skin on his chest, as if he still remembered the smooth and dense touch of his chest.

Her cheeks became hot, she subconsciously covered it with a fan, and said in an annoyed voice, "Stay away from me, you will block the wind."

"Open it and have a look." Ji Ruxuan handed the box in front of her again.

With eyes full of suspicion, Jiang Fuguang opened the lock and opened the box, and there were six pieces of ambergris neatly placed inside, each of which reached the top quality of white wax.

She opened her eyes wide: "Where did you come from?"

Hongshanxiang opens the mind, opens the mind, and refreshes the mind. It is an extremely rare fragrance for nourishing the heart and accumulating the spirit. If the father can use it regularly, he will surely be able to prolong his life.

The difficulty of this recipe is that the quality of ambergris is too high, and even the top-quality ambergris that Dongfang Yu gave before is a bit inferior.

"The Kingdom of Great Food," Ji Ruxuan said with a very proud expression, "The best ambergris is produced in the Kingdom of Great Food. Even though the quality of Donghai Ambergris has reached the highest level, it is still far inferior in terms of sex and taste. .”

"You still have a caravan going to and from the Great Food Kingdom?" Jiang Fuguang was quite surprised.

"All nations of the Dayu Kingdom came to congratulate. The Northern Dynasties had trade routes and navigation charts for the Dayu Dynasty's trade with various countries."

Wealth and wealth are in danger, and he has the old Yu family army in his hands. With so many people to support, how can it be done without money, so he can only find a way to make money.

Tuan Fan couldn't help but paused, just happened to lightly cover her red lips, Jiang Fuguang's eyebrows were lightened, and after being open and honest, Ji Ruxuan treated her very frankly.

Covering her delicate face with a fan, her temples are slightly fragrant and sweaty, wearing a semi-transparent gauze dress, it looks like a picture of a beauty waving a fan
Ji Ruxuan pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "The fan is thin and reveals red lead, and Luo gently presses the golden strands."

Jiang Fuguang took off the half-covered incense fan: "Where did you learn to act like a prodigal son?"

"I'm to you..." Ji Ruxuan approached slowly, Jiang Fuguang was flustered, and quickly turned his head away.

Ji Ruxuan's lips fell next to her ears, and seeing her white jade earballs congest and turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they were about to drip blood.

For a while, my mouth was dry, and I thought of that night in the palace, when he hugged her, rubbed his ears and temples together, and she trembled and trembled in his arms, the tactful picture.

Want to bite!

Ji Ruxuan's eyes were dark, her moist breath seemed to fall on her ears, and her voice was hoarse: "I have no teacher for you."

The ears were slightly itchy, and the itching made the heart beat faster, Jiang Fuguang couldn't help turning his head.

The small nose like a jade jade suddenly rubbed against his high nose, and their eyes met. Both of them seemed to be a little dazed. Looking at each other, their eyes gradually became hooked, and they forgot to move their eyes away.

There was silence in the pavilion, the mountain wind stopped, and even the light gauze fluttering from time to time stood still.

Ji Ruxuan breathed lightly and couldn't help approaching.

"Eldest Princess." Yingluo's voice came from outside the pavilion. She lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, and vaguely saw Mr. Ji bent down and lowered her head, as if talking to the eldest princess.

The two got a little closer.

Jiang Fuguang suddenly turned his head as if waking up from a dream, took a deep breath, calmed down the restlessness in his heart, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Only then did Yingluo raise her head slightly: "Wu Zuo sent Uyna's autopsy file."

"Bring it in!" Jiang Fuguang calmed down.