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

Ji Ruxuan had said to her more than once before: "You said you wanted to support me, so you can't go back on your word."

For a moment, Jiang Fuguang really regretted it.

Logically speaking, she had only known Ji Ruxuan for more than three months, and it was definitely not worth the ten-year friendship with Gu Jiayan as a childhood sweetheart, but she clearly didn't think so in her heart.

As long as she closes her eyes, she can think of the scene of Ji Ruxuan standing in front of her like a god descending on the Xishan hunting ground.

In the mountain view, he was bleeding and had a high fever, but he was tightly protecting her in his arms.

In the palace, he rescued her from Gris.

In the wing room of Qingquanyuan, they rubbed each other's ears and temples together, lingering endlessly.

Under the verandah of the eldest princess's mansion, his hands were hot, holding her little feet, servile to her, calling himself a slave.

"..."

All kinds of previous events, looking back at this moment, are full of life and death, thrilling, Ji Ruxuan is like a sharp knife, in her short 15 years of life, many cuts have been carved, leaving deep marks.

For a long time, there was only the sound of wind blowing.

"This is not an example." She heard her tired voice, very soft.

She turned around, not wanting to talk to him anymore, and walked out of the pavilion step by step.

Ji Ruxuan strode forward, hugged her from behind, and smiled triumphantly: "Ayan, you haven't abandoned me now, and you will never lose me again in the future."

"Let go!" Her voice was hoarse.

Ji Ruxuan hugged her even tighter, and promised: "I will listen to you from now on."

"Then are you wrong?" Jiang Fuguang asked.

Ji Ruxuan was silent for a while before saying: "I am not wrong."

Jiang Fuguang was also silent for a while, and then said: "When I was seven years old, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I sneaked out of the palace with Yingluo and Wei Twelve to enjoy lanterns with Gu Jiayan. Yong'an Street was crowded with people that day, and it was very lively. I was pushed by the crowd and forced to separate from Yingluo and Wei Twelve."

"It was windy that day, and there was a fire accidentally on Yong'an Street. There were screaming and fleeing people everywhere. I was knocked to the ground, and the burnt wood on the side of the road fell down. Gu Jiayan, who was only ten years old, Pushing me away, he himself was hit because he couldn't escape in time, and his clothes caught fire..."

……

When the fire broke out, everyone was on the run, and she and Gu Jiayan were pushed apart by the crowd.

Gu Jiayan ran against the crowd, shouting her name while running towards her, holding her hand tightly and running along with the crowd.

At that time, there were too many people, and there were people running away in panic. If they didn't run, they would be knocked down by the crowd and trampled by the swarming crowd.

Later, Jiang Fuguang was accidentally knocked down.

Gu Jiayan's first reaction was not to run away by himself, but he resolutely threw himself on her, protecting her firmly under his body, and blocked her from the crazy trampling.

The person who ran away with him pulled him hard and shouted: "Silly boy, run away, you want to be trampled to death."

Jiang Fuguang also yelled: "Don't worry about me, just run away!"

"Don't be afraid," Gu Jiayan ignored, "I will protect you, you will be fine."

how about you?Jiang Fuguang wanted to ask him, but his throat was so choked up that he couldn't speak at all.

Fortunately, they escaped by chance, and a strong man gave them a hand.

But soon, a burning log fell down on the side of the road. Gu Jiayan pushed her away, but he was hit by the log, and his body caught fire.

He kept rolling on the ground.

She hastily took off her coat, kept whipping the flames on his body, and shouted anxiously: "Wei Twelve, Yingluo, Gu Jiayan, come here, help me..."

Fortunately, Wei Twelve arrived in time and rescued Gu Jiayan.

However, Gu Jiayan's back was burned, and he almost died of a high fever. It took him more than three months to recover, and because of this, he was left with an ugly scar on his back.

After many years, Jiang Fuguang's eyes were still red when he recalled all the events at that time.

"Ji Ruxuan, just like you, he treats me with sincerity, and when I am in danger, he will rush forward without hesitation and protect me behind him."

Ji Ruxuan's eyes moved lightly, but he didn't speak.

Jiang Fuguang smiled: "Gu Jiayan has always defended me. Because of Mr. Liu of the Yushi doctor's family, he would accuse Sang and scold Huai and say that girls should be honest and stay in their boudoirs to embroider and play the piano. He would jump up and talk to Liu Da. Prince theory."

——Girls don’t need to study, and your daughters don’t need to study. How wonderful it is to embroider and play the piano every day!

——Teacher Meng is willing to teach Princess Fuguang, what qualifications do you have to say that?Which regulation in the Southern Dynasties states that women cannot study? "

Ji Ruxuan lowered her head.

"I won't let you hurt Gu Jiayan." Jiang Fuguang looked at him and said.

Ji Ruxuan was speechless, maybe he was wrong at the beginning, knowing that Jiang Fuguang is very emotional, he shouldn't hurt people who are good to Jiang Fuguang.

Although that person is really an eyesore.

"I know that you have experienced many ups and downs and seen too many deaths, so you don't know how to respect life," Jiang Fuguang turned around. The person in front of him was so close to her, his heart beat into his ears, shaking "But, I don't want you to involve the innocent."

The road he wants to take is destined to be a road full of flesh and blood, and many people will die for it. Today, he can calculate, use, hurt, or even kill an innocent person in order to achieve his goal. Tomorrow, tens of thousands of innocent people will die at his hands.

What he wants to establish is clearly a thousand years of merit.

It was to save those who were exiled for him in Suye City.

It was to avenge those innocent souls who pressed against his back and wailed and cried day and night.

Why do we have to create karma in vain?
"Tonight, you have never been here, and you don't know anything about what happened here. At this time, you just came back from the Baicao Festival." Jiang Fuguang looked up at him, "These few days, stay at home and reflect."

Ji Ruxuan's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyes abruptly.

……

Gelisi hurriedly took Awuman back to the Sifang Pavilion. What happened tonight was full of strangeness. He still hasn't figured out what's going on. !
He confirmed repeatedly that the handwriting on the letterhead was indeed from Cheng Engong, and then he went to the appointment.

Why didn't Cheng Engong show up?

It is impossible to completely imitate a person's handwriting, as small as everyone's writing habits are different, the posture of holding the pen is different, the strength of the pen is light or heavy, and the thickness of the ink is different... As big as the character between the lines, the style and charm revealed are fundamentally different. It can't be exactly the same.

No matter how imitated it is, it is still similar in shape, but not in spirit.

Words are like people, never words.

The letter papers used by rich and powerful families are also different. In order to prevent information from leaking, the most common method is to encrypt on paper.

The ratio of each paper material is different, and hundreds of different papers can be made. The subtle differences between the papers are difficult to detect.

A small science book for talking~
Today is another day to ask for monthly tickets!
In ancient times, there were two things that were most difficult to counterfeit. One was the letters between rich and powerful families, and the other was seals. In ancient times, the letter paper ratio could be encrypted. Even if the letter paper was the same kind of paper, the materials used were exactly the same, but the ratio was different. , the texture of the finished paper will have subtle differences~ The wisdom of the ancients is beyond imagination~
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