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

How did Jiang Fuguang not know this: "Now is not the best time, but we should make preparations early. Some time ago, private salt entered the market, and the price of salt plummeted. Although this matter was covered up, I still followed the vine and found Hangzhou County. The wife of County Magistrate Wang of Xin'an County, Hangzhou County is the daughter of a side branch of the Lin family, and the Marquis of Cheng'an must have had a hand in the matter of private salt, and with this aspect as a breakthrough, we will be able to find out a lot of interesting things."

Ji Ruxuan immediately understood: "Collect evidence of Marquis Cheng'an's embezzlement and perverting the law first, and then wait for the opportunity to act."

Jiang Fuguang used this trick to overthrow Ye Shangshu, who was in power for a while.

She is the most patient and calmest hunter, watching the identified prey, laying a net, waiting for the opportunity, and hitting with one blow, so that the opponent has no chance of turning over.

However, in this way, she will have to work a lot harder.

Ji Ruxuan lowered his eyes, he had in his hand the evidence of Marquis Cheng'an collaborating with the enemy, but these evidences cannot be presented, otherwise his purpose of coming to the Southern Dynasty would be exposed and Jiang Fuguang would be implicated.

I think it won't be long before the death of the envoy of the Northern Dynasty will be exposed. At that time, it will cause shocks inside and outside the court.

When the time comes, Jiang Fuguang...

Jiang Fuguang felt drowsy.

There was a moment of silence in the pavilion.

"Jiang Fuguang," Ji Ruxuan saw that the tulle skirt on her shoulders had slipped an inch, and suddenly felt dry mouthed, "You went to see Gu Jiayan again yesterday."

Jiang Fuguang stretched his eyelids and let out a hum, and said in a low voice: "He is in good health, and he has already taken up the position of Captain Shesheng today, and the emperor has promoted him to be Captain Shesheng."

Ji Ruxuan pursed her lips: "You won't worry about him anymore, will you?"

Jiang Fuguang seemed to be asleep and didn't speak.

There was a moment of silence in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Ji Ruxuan stopped the cattail fan, turned his head to see that Jiang Fuguang had already fallen asleep.

He got up, sat on the edge of the couch, and stared at her for a while.

The Sleeping Beauty on the couch has high curly black hair, sculpted eyebrows, slender phoenix eyes, a row of thick and curled long eyelashes, casting a faint shadow under her eyes, a beautiful nose, red lips with fat, and greasy skin. Even without makeup, it is still so radiant that people dare not stare at it.

He couldn't help but leaned forward.

Jiang Fuguang seemed to be aware of it, and twitched his eyelashes lightly. Ji Ruxuan held his breath, and sweat broke out all over his body. He didn't know how long it had passed. Seeing that she hadn't woken up, he let out a long breath.

Ji Ruxuan caressed her temples lightly, her soft lips fell on her forehead.

Jiang Fuguang held his breath.

Just when she thought Ji Ruxuan's lips were about to leave, his lips kissed her eyebrows, eyes, and the tip of her nose, and finally stopped between her lips, motionless.

Jiang Fuguang was sweating slightly.

After a long time, the lips resting on her lips moved slightly, and there was a burst of moisture between the lips.

He held his breath for a while, and after waiting for a long time, his lips fell on her temples and ears again. Jiang Fuguang couldn't help it, so he moaned softly, turned over, turned his back to Ji Ruxuan, and continued to pretend to be asleep.

There was a sigh in her ears, Ji Ruxuan went to the couch, lay on her side beside her, and continued to fan her with a cattail fan.

"The phoenix hairpin I gave you, why don't you wear it?"

"I wear the cool pearls and jade pendants you gave me, as well as the No Matter Fragrance card I won at the Baicao Festival earlier."

"I heard that the jade hairpin is a token of love. If a woman accepts the hairpin from a man, it means that she is willing to marry him, and there is no doubt about her love and affection."

The wind from the palm-leaf fan was slightly smokey, as if intoxicating, making Jiang Fuguang's head heavy, his eyelashes trembling, and he gradually fell asleep.

She had a dream.

In the dream, she seemed to be drunk, the whole person was intoxicated, wearing a light smoked shirt and a white skirt, her fragrant shoulders were slightly exposed, and the bones were about to fly away. Out of condensed jade muscle and bone.

Taking small steps, she staggered into a room that was burning with red candles and smelling warm incense.

There was a person sitting in the room with his back facing her. His back was like a hard white stone, emitting a cold white light. Every inch of his texture was smooth and dense, as if it were a fortress.

When the latissimus muscles under the shoulders are opened, it seems that there is a powerful force, which is about to burst out from the body, making the ridges between the spine more concave.

Broad shoulders, thin waist, unicorn arms.

She walked towards him, and for some reason, her body was getting hotter and hotter, and she was sticky and sweated a lot, making her very uncomfortable.

"Tiger-backed wasp-waisted mantis-legged." She took a step forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her face against his spine, "My lord, please make me a face, I will definitely not let you suffer."

The man turned around and raised his eyes to take a look, his eyes were as quiet as the sea.

It was Ji Ruxuan.

Her body was unbearably hot, so she simply pushed Ji Ruxuan onto the couch, walked to his side, raised his chin lightly, and smiled coquettishly: "Lang Jun is really handsome."

His eyes were dark and he stared at her.

Jiang Fuguang was not afraid of him at all, she was hot all over, so she threw herself into his arms, sat in his arms, and put her arms around his neck.

"Lang Jun, I don't want to be a face-to-face." She writhed in his arms, and pulled her arms around his neck hard, pulling his head down. She put her lips together and said softly, "Why don't you do it?" A guest of honor?"

The four eyes meet, and the eyes are hooked.

Breathing entangled, gradually rapid.

There was a layer of fine and fragrant sweat on her body, and her temples were wet, and she clung to him more and more. He looked at her, leaned over her slowly, and tightened his arms.

She was lying in his arms, he held her slender waist, bowed his head and kissed her temple hair.

During her sleep, Jiang Fuguang kicked her legs vigorously, as if her foot had missed the steps. She suddenly woke up from the dream and was stunned. The memory of the dream just now was still fresh. She could still remember sitting in Ji Ruxuan's arms Hooking his neck... Smiling coquettishly, let him be the face-to-face and the guest of honor.

Jiang Fuguang was sweating profusely, his whole face was flushed with heat.

It was Ji Ruxuan who kept her mouth open and shut all day long, either because she was in a hurry to make a facial for her, or because she wanted to crawl into her bed and be a guest of honor.

It really is too poisonous.

Jiang Fuguang was hot and shy, and felt that there was a big stove behind her, which was roasting her. Turning his head to look, Ji Ruxuan was lying on his side beside her and fell asleep, with his arms around her waist, and his chest pressed against her back. , holding her tightly in his arms.

The heat spread to her body in waves through the clothes.

No wonder she was so hot and had such strange dreams.

"Don't move," he clenched his arms and muttered softly, "let me hug you for a while."

The scorching breath sprinkled on the back of the neck, causing waves of tingling shudders, Jiang Fuguang's body froze for a moment, not daring to move.

But she is so hot.

The more she was not allowed to move, the more she wanted to move. The people behind him opened their eyes and pressed her on the couch as if they had been stimulated by something.

Breathing and breathing are closely intertwined.

Jiang Fuguang opened his eyes wide, looking at the man hanging above her, his deep eyes, like a torrent of river water, turbulent and turbulent, staring at her.