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

Chapter 269 Your Majesty, You Are Courteous Here

"Jun Xuan," she called out in a low voice, "serve me to wash up, help me comb my hair, draw eyebrows, put on make-up, touch the tinsel... I want to look beautiful."

"Okay!" Ji Ruxuan's eyes were red.

With tears in her eyes, Miss Chunhua came in to wait for the eldest princess to wash.

After the eldest princess contracted the disease, no one else was allowed to approach her, and Miss Yingluo just waited outside the tent.

The imperial physician said that she had had smallpox before and would not be infected with the disease, so she could be paid occasionally.

The eldest princess is seriously ill from overwork.

When she was in the county government, she found that the lights in the eldest princess's study were always on until late at night, and the lights turned on again around [-]:[-] the next day.

The eldest princess only sleeps for two hours a day.

Later, when she arrived at the isolation point, she thought that the eldest princess would recover from her illness, but the eldest princess still had to deal with a lot of official documents every day.

Once, she couldn't help but persuade her: "Princess, please take good care of your illness. You have helped us through the most difficult days. We are very grateful to you and hope you can get better soon."

The eldest princess smiled: "It's just right, I want to ask the imperial court for additional compensation for those victims who died due to the government's delay in disaster relief and poor management of resettlement sites. What do you think the villagers need most?"

She already had an idea in her mind, but after seeing Chunhua, she wanted to ask her what she thought.

Chunhua was stunned, and her eyes turned red. Her father was the villager who was washed away the night the dam was washed away. She didn't expect the princess to ask for compensation for them.

"Here, and compensation?" Her mind went blank.

"The imperial court will give some compensation as appropriate for the casualties caused by the inaction of the local government." The Ministry of Households will pay part of the money, and the other part will be deducted from the government's treasury.

She checked the government's financial books.

Hangzhou is a land of wealth and wealth. Seventy percent of the government’s annual tax revenue goes to the state treasury, [-] percent to build roads and bridges, and [-] percent to the government’s treasury, which is used to govern the land. The government is extremely rich.

Jiang Fuguang smiled: "What kind of compensation do you need?"

"Salt," Chunhua blurted out, "The eldest princess said that you can't eat black and yellow salt, but official salt is too expensive, and many people can't afford it..."

It is possible to save other things, but if the common people do not eat salt, they will have no strength and cannot work.

Consistent with her thoughts, Jiang Fuguang smiled: "Okay, I will report to the imperial court and ask the imperial court to distribute two taels of salt to you every month for a year."

Chunhua burst into tears, but did not dare to make a sound, carefully dressed the eldest princess, carried the wooden basin, and hurried out of the tent.

Ji Ruxuan brought hot water into the room to help her wash her hair.

"That silly girl Chunhua, I don't know where to hide and cry secretly." She leaned on a small couch, her long black hair hanging down.

Ji Ruxuan sat on the stool, dipped his hair into the basin, took shampoo soap, and spread it evenly on his hair. The soap made of arborvitae leaves and Polygonum multiflorum had a faint medicinal fragrance. He rinsed the foam repeatedly, and then He took a towel and wrung out his hair.

Wrap the hair that fell out during the shampooing process in a handkerchief and keep it away.

"Ayan."

He called softly, but there was no response.

"Ayan." The voice was a little higher, but there was still no answer.

Ji Ruxuan panicked, and quickly got up and came to her. Seeing her pale face, she was leaning on the couch with her eyes closed, her breathing was so light that it seemed to disappear at any moment, as if her brain had been hit hard, he trembled. He reached out and put his hand between her nose.

He couldn't tell whether it was fear or joy in his heart, he suddenly lowered his head, his forehead lightly pressed against hers, and his eye sockets became wet.

"Huh?" Jiang Fuguang twitched his eyelashes slightly, lifted his eyelids vigorously, and slowly opened his eyes, "Have you finished washing?"

"Just finished washing." Ji Ruxuan oiled her hair and moisturized her hair, and took a wooden comb to comb her hair from the root to the end. The black hair fell out, and his heart ached beyond measure.

Hair dries quickly.

Ji Ruxuan carried her to the bedroom, where a simple dressing table and a dimly illuminated brass mirror were placed.

"What kind of bun do you want to wear?" He asked softly.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Jiang Fuguang saw his haggard and withered face from the hazy mirror: "Just wear a bun!"

"it is good!"

There is a small bun on the top of the head with multiple buns, and a few buns are knotted on both sides of the temples, hanging by the ears. The buns are adorned with pearls and jade tassels, which are bright and graceful.

Jiang Fuguang opened his eyes wide, looking at the hazy mirror, he was standing behind her, holding a wooden comb, and dexterously combing her hair with his fingers.

Her throat was astringent: "It's so beautiful!"

Knowing that she didn't like heavy makeup, Ji Ruxuan put on light makeup for her, with hilly eyebrows like smoke and mist, and a faint peach color at the corners of her eyes, making her eyebrows and eyes picturesque.

Light makeup could not conceal her morbidity, but it made her complexion much better, making her more graceful, soft, charming and coquettish, unbearable for Luo Qi, unbearable for a bun.

"There is a dress in the suitcase, I will wear that one today." It was she who ordered Yingluo to prepare it specially, originally planning to wear it when thanking the aristocratic family.

Ji Ruxuan quickly found that cloak, with a deep curly train and black lace all over the place, embroidered with red black bird patterns, very similar to women's wedding dresses in the Han Dynasty.

Holding the robe, his throat trembled uncontrollably.

Caressing the bright black bird pattern with his fingers, Jiang Fuguang smiled lightly: "Help me up."

Ji Ruxuan picked her up horizontally, and carefully placed her on the ground. She had been ill for many days, her whole body was sore and unbearable, and it was very difficult for her to even walk. As soon as her feet hit the ground, her legs softened, and she almost fell to the ground. Holding on to the edge of the table, he stabilized his figure.

"I'll change your clothes for you." Ji Ruxuan picked up the dovetail, tied it around her waist, dragged the dovetail to the ground, spread it behind her, and then put the gown on her shoulders.

Jiang Fuguang stretched his arms into his sleeves, and every movement revealed an elegant beauty carved into his bones, which made people forget the commonplace.

With a wide collar and a wide belt around her waist, a noble lady in a grand attire with a natural armillary sphere has appeared in front of her eyes.

Jiang Fuguang turned around, tugging at the swallowtail lightly behind her, she folded her hands and made a bow: "Your Majesty, this room is polite."

"Don't be like this," Ji Ruxuan took a step forward and held her in his arms, "I sent a message to Niubidao, he will be here soon, if you persist for a few more days, Niubidao will definitely be able to cure you."

"Okay!" She chuckled.

Looking at her smiling face, Ji Ruxuan was like an apricot blossom in spring, shining brightly, and a strong ominous feeling suddenly emerged in her heart.

"Help me pass on Huang Jingzhou, Yue Chen, and Chu Zhuanglou. I still have something to tell them." Jiang Fuguang said softly.

"Ayan!" Ji Ruxuan's eyes darkened.

"Is it okay for the last time?" She begged in a low voice, her tone was soft, as if she was boneless and charming, "After seeing them, I will definitely recover from my illness."

Ji Ruxuan's throat choked: "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)