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

Yingluo worriedly fed the eldest princess medicine.

Jiang Fuguang wanted to do it by himself, but his body was so soft that he couldn't exert any strength, so he had to let Yingluo feed her, and he didn't know if he had released Andrographis, a burst of bitterness seemed to penetrate into his heart.

She couldn't help thinking that before entering the palace yesterday, Ji Ruxuan also fed her a bowl of astragalus four red porridge like this, the faint taste of sweet jujube honey filled her heart, and she felt sweet all over her heart.

A bowl of medicine finally bottomed out.

Jiang Fuguang asked again: "Has the report from Hangzhou County entered Beijing? Has the heavy rain in Xin'an County stopped, and how much has the tide in Huigang increased?"

Yingluo's eyes couldn't help getting wet: "Your illness has alarmed even His Majesty. Your Majesty told you to take good care of your body. Today, you didn't even send a memorial to the Eldest Princess."

"That's it." Jiang Fuguang was stunned, "Go out and inquire, the report from Hangzhou County will report the truth."

"Princess," Yingluo raised her voice, "Illnesses come like a mountain, and go away like a thread. You can't work any longer."

Jiang Fuguang leaned on the soft pillow and didn't speak for a while.

"By the way," her voice was sore, and she felt uncomfortable when she spoke, "where's Yuhan?"

"What jade hairpin?" Yingluo was stunned for a while, then suddenly realized that the eldest princess had been holding the Phoenix jade hairpin that had been broken into two pieces yesterday.

Sent by Young Master Ji.

"That phoenix blood jade phoenix hairpin," Jiang Fuguang got up from the soft pillow in a hurry, "I remember, I was holding it in my hand yesterday, did it fall somewhere?"

Yingluo pursed her lips lightly, took a palm-sized box from the eldest princess's pillow, and silently handed it to her.

Jiang Fuguang quickly took the box, opened the lock, and when he saw the jade hairpin lying inside, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face. Then, she looked at the jade hairpin that was broken in two, and was speechless again.

"Princess, don't be sad," Yingluo said softly, "There are craftsmen in the inner court who can restore the jade hairpin to its original state."

On the incense table next to the bed, there was a fragrant and dry incense, and the shreds of smoke rose up, blurring her eyes. She thought again in a trance, when the hairpin broke and the jade was broken, there was a slight "clang" sound, as if it was broken in her heart.

a long time!

"No," Jiang Fuguang closed the box and handed it to Yingluo, "A broken jade hairpin is unlucky, and repairing it won't help. Take it to the inner court and make a bracelet. You need to engrave the pattern of a phoenix on the beads."

Yingluo lowered her head and said yes.

At this time, Manao walked into the room and presented a thick letter: "Princess, this is a letter sent by Beiyuan."

She stared at the letter in a daze, and after a long while, she stretched out her hand to take it, using the largest envelope, a thick one.

"You all leave!"

Yingluo hesitated for a moment.

"Back off!" she said emphatically.

Only then did Yingluo bend down and exit the room.

The room became quiet again, Jiang Fuguang looked out the window, the sky was gloomy, and it was still raining, the rain fell on the leaves, making a pattering sound.

She had a strong instinct that she shouldn't have opened the letter.

Ji Ruxuan must be playing tricks again.

Soften her heart.

She hesitated for a long time, and slowly opened the envelope, inside was a thick stack of letters and details of the correspondence between Marquis Cheng An and Ji Ruxuan.

Jiang Fuguang buzzed in his head, as if he had been hit in the head.

What a big defeat to the Northern Dynasty is just a complete trading scam.

She still remembered that last year when the Northern and Southern Dynasties were at war, the battle reports from the north were continuously sent to the capital. The name is engraved in her mind, and she will urge the Ministry of War to distribute the pension to his family as soon as possible.

He even confronted the Ministry of War for this reason.

But now, someone told her that the so-called war in the north was just Cheng An Hou's attempt to completely suppress the Taiwei Mansion through a victory for his own selfish desires, and achieve the purpose of establishing a reserve.

This battle could have been skipped.

Those soldiers who died on the northern battlefield and sacrificed their lives for the country did not have to die.

Did they die for righteousness?

Or die for someone's selfish ambition?

Jiang Fuguang felt cold all over his body, and the cold reached his fingertips.

"Ah!" With a wave of her hand, she swung the cup on the small table beside the couch to the ground, and the cup fell to the ground with a clang. The anger in her heart was still there, abnormal flush appeared on her pale face, and her chest couldn't stop heaving.

"Princess."

Yingluo, who was guarding the outside room, hurried into the room, and saw the eldest princess leaning on the pillow, panting continuously.

"Get up, Fugu." Jiang Fuguang was still ill, and his anger seemed to be exhausted, his hands and feet were so weak, "I want to go to the palace to face the saint."

"Princess!" Yingluo was really worried.

Jiang Fuguang propped himself up and was about to stay on the bed.

Seeing that her face turned from red to white, Ying Luo trembled her lips, unable to utter any words of persuasion, she hurried forward to help her.

As soon as his feet landed, he stepped on the Shuihe jade mat under the bed, and a coolness rushed from the soles of his feet, along his calves, all the way to his brain.

She woke up suddenly.

"Go out!" Jiang Fuguang sat back on the bed.

"Eldest princess," Yingluo saw that her face was really bleak and scary, and she was really worried, "But what's wrong with her body? The female medical officer is still in the mansion, and the servant invited her here."

"No need," Jiang Fuguang slowly leaned into the pillow, "I want to be alone."

Yingluo had no choice but to leave.

Jiang Fuguang looked down at the letter in her hand, she wished she could enter the palace right away, present these evidences to her father, and let her father know the true face of Marquis Cheng'an's selfishness and hypocrisy.

but!

These letters all came from the Northern Dynasty, how should she explain the origin of these letters?

How should I explain, how did I get these evidences?
In the entire Southern Dynasty, the only person who could produce these evidences was Ji Ruxuan who was sent from the Northern Dynasty to the Southern Dynasty as a hostage.

Ji Ruxuan has always been on good terms with her, so it's hard not to doubt her.

Once this matter is exposed, the majestic king of a country is so fooled, tricked, deceived, and deceived by others, how can the father spare him lightly? !
After calming down, Jiang Fuguang was stunned for a while.

This is roughly the multiple-choice question Ji Ruxuan gave her.

When Ji Ruxuan handed the letter into her hands, she also handed over her life in a disguised form.

Whether he is dead or alive is all in her mind.

"Madman, what a lunatic." Jiang Fuguang's throat was sour, and his heart was filled with panic, "Don't you know? Collaboration with the enemy and treason is a crime more serious than treason, and it is to implicate the nine clans. As long as I hand over these evidences, I will If we can uproot the family of Marquis Cheng'an, Jiang Jingzhang will be completely unable to turn himself over, and I don't have to worry anymore, the Qi family will follow in the footsteps of the Yu family."

This is what she always dreamed of doing.

Now that the opportunity is in front of her, she is hesitant and hesitant.

It shouldn't be like this.

She is the most honorable princess protecting the country in the Southern Dynasties, and she should bear her name and responsibility. Her family, country and society will always be her unswerving choice.

She can't be soft-hearted, no!

Jiang Fuguang trembled all over, and kept convincing himself from the bottom of his heart...

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