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

A guilty conscience welled up in Ji Ruxuan's heart, and she lowered her head embarrassingly.

The song is over.

The dancers bowed to salute, charming and graceful.

The aristocratic family came to toast, and Jiang Fuguang would not refuse anyone who came, but because he couldn't bear the strength of the wine, he just drank lightly to signal, and the host and guest enjoyed themselves.

When the banquet was over, Fuguang was a little tipsy.

Qingmei brewing wine has weak strength, but after drinking too much, it has great stamina. After the bumpy carriage, Fu Guang's head was a little dizzy, and he was a little confused.

Ji Ruxuan lifted the curtain of the car, and a ray of sweet fragrance penetrated into his lungs.

Fu Guang sat obediently in the carriage, with a wind-shielding Xia Ying gauze draped over his shoulders, raised his face to look at him, his eyes were wet.

The candlelight was like fire, and her delicate face was like jade, with a faint blush.

Ji Ruxuan forgot to respond for a long time.

Yingluo helped Jiang Fuguang get out of the carriage, she stood on the carriage and refused to move, she stretched out her hand to Ji Ruxuan: "Hold me."

The voice was delicate and soft, and Ji Ruxuan's bones were more than half broken, and he carried her off the carriage.

"Don't tell brother, I drank secretly." The little head rubbed against his chest.

That night in the palace, when she got the golden wind and jade dew, she looked obedient and cute. It turned out that she also looked like this when she was drunk.

"I didn't drink a lot." She blinked her moist eyes, "Just a little."

Worrying that he wouldn't believe it, she stretched out her hand and gestured a little bit.

"Don't say?" Her voice was soft and coquettish.

"If you want me to keep a secret, it's not impossible." Ji Ruxuan put her on the ground, and stroked her delicate begonia face.

"Junxuan..." She dragged out her voice, her voice was delicate and sweet, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.

The wine made his eyes reddish, and his eyes were as clear as water, like the surface of a lake bathed in the moonlight, his eyes were flowing and shimmering.

The room is filled with her breath, and under the influence and stimulation of alcohol, the delicate fragrance floats, which is sultry.

Acting like a baby makes people feel soft.

Ji Ruxuan couldn't help herself, and kissed her temple hair: "How will you repay me?"

"I can dance." Jiang Fuguang had spring water in his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the water twitched in his eyes, as if he could speak.

Dimple Hong smiled, her small mouth was like a newly broken pomegranate fruit, and Ji Ruxuan's heart was swaying.

"I dance better than her, don't believe me," she pushed Ji Ruxuan away, staggered to the open space in the room, "I'll show you how to dance."

She has a bad bone, and she dances to exercise her body.

Ji Ruxuan froze for a moment, and quickly moved the tables and chairs not far away.

She picked up a decorative pipa in the house, plucked it lightly with her bare fingers, and the sound of the pipa sounded like crying. Spinning and moving on the blanket, the slender waist is light and graceful, and the hem of the style is as soft as water and as passionate as fire.

Ji Ruxuan was dumbfounded.

Her gaze swirled across, revealing a touch of charm, she curled her lips into a chuckle, and leaned forward, her graceful figure almost touching Ji Ruxuan's chest.

It's this flirtatious attitude that makes people even more mesmerized.

Just when Ji Ruxuan was about to reach out her hand to grab this soft and charming person into her arms, she raised her eyebrows and chuckled, and turned away with a giggle.

The pipa music became lingering, and Jiang Fuguang danced gracefully, just like the wind returning to the snow.

She raised her arms, and the sleeves slid down the lotus root arms, revealing a white arm as slender as jade and as bright as snow, with a string of red Qianhe incense beads on her wrists, the color seemed to be rich and lustrous, which complemented her skin radiance Sheng Xue.

Fuguang raised his leg slightly, and his little feet hidden under the skirt bent and stretched forward in a graceful posture, lightly touching Ji Ruxuan's chest.

The back of her instep is slightly arched, the sole of her foot is like a crescent moon, and the toe is like the tip of a lotus root in spring.

Ji Ruxuan took a deep breath, subconsciously stretched out her hand, and was about to hold this provocative little foot.

She put it down suddenly, raised the pipa and twirled around, like a luan returning to a phoenix, her giggles were more pleasant than the melody, and the red gauze skirt bloomed, like a blooming lotus in the wind, swaying in the wind, attracting people. Pity, but also like a flying goddess who is about to ride the wind back.

Noble and charming.

Ji Ruxuan's heart skipped a beat, but he stretched out his hand but only pulled the Xia Yingsha in her arms, and as she spun like the wind, the light tulle slipped away from his palm inch by inch.

When he reacted and wanted to grab again, he only caught air in his hand.

At the end of the pipa, it is like weeping and complaining, lingering and sentimental, the lotus steps of Fuguang move lightly, the exquisite little feet step on the tangle carpet, and the skirt sways like flowers.

"Did I dance beautifully?" She looked back and smiled, sweating profusely, perhaps a little tired, she panted slightly, her voice soft and charming.

Ji Ruxuan didn't make a sound for a long time, she turned forward, the blouse on her shoulders was half removed, with a touch of snow on her shoulders, her skin was as smooth as snow.

Ji Ruxuan had never seen her like this.

Delicate and lively, charming and moving.

"Why don't you talk?" She stomped her feet, a little annoyed, but she didn't know that her temples were scattered, her delicate face was slightly sweaty, her sash was drooping, and her collared blouse slipped off her fragrant shoulders, revealing her slender and slender body. The neck, the well-defined and delicate bones, and the snow-white skin below, the snow-white flesh oozes fine sweat.

A pair of lips are bright red.

Ji Ruxuan took a step forward, her palms were trembling, and she held down her shoulderless jade: "It looks good."

His voice was terrifyingly hoarse.

Her lips are like flowers: "Is it me who dances well, or the dancer at the banquet dances beautifully?"

"Jealous?" Ji Ruxuan chuckled.

She opened her eyes wide: "No."

As if her eyes were big, she looked very sincere and innocent, Ji Ruxuan kissed the tip of her nose, and said in a hoarse voice: "If you say no, then there will be."

Fu Guang blinked his eyes, pure and charming, and lightly tugged at his sleeve: "I haven't answered the question just now."

"I haven't looked at it carefully, so I can't compare it," Ji Ruxuan replied truthfully, "But..."

How can a dancer be compared to you? !
In his heart, Jiang Fuguang is the Sun of Nine Heavens, the Goddess of Nine Heavens who can hold the sun in his arms only when he ascends to Nine Heavens, no one can compare with her.

"You're lying," Fu Guang interrupted him anxiously with a red face, his chest heaved for a while, obviously very angry, "I can see that you are in a trance."

"I didn't look at her," Ji Ruxuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly explained, "I really didn't look at her, but the leading dancer had some kung fu skills. It's confusing, so I took a few more glances."

There are many people in Tianfenglou, and he wants to ensure Jiang Fuguang's safety.

Fu Guang was stunned, his reaction was slower than usual, and he opened his eyes wide after a while: "Really?"

"I'm your [close body] hidden guard." He intentionally lowered the word "close body", making his voice low and hoarse. "Isn't it my duty to eliminate potential threats around you and ensure your safety?"

Her cheeks were flushed, she had been dancing for a long time, the smell of alcohol spread all over her body, and her body was a little hot: "She doesn't dance as well as I do."

This plot should be very sweet~, friends, remember to vote monthly~