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

The house was silent for a moment.

Jiang Fuguang tried to break the somewhat stiff atmosphere: "It's just a small injury, it's almost..."

Ji Ruxuan's eyes were deep, and without saying a word, she opened the cotton cloth that wrapped her shoulders. At the end of the collarbone under the shoulders, there were three scabbed wounds, which were particularly eye-catching on the condensed skin that was as smooth as snow.

He observed for a moment and said in a dark voice: "It was injured by the hairpin."

Jiang Fuguang opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but his cold voice continued to sound: "In the past few days, there has been no news of an assassin's assassination in the palace. Judging from the location of the wound, you did it yourself."

Jiang Fuguang had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, and began to think about how to get away with it.

Thinking of Qi Yanhuai's angry look yesterday, Ji Ruxuan's throat trembled: "There is still slight redness and swelling around the wound. Judging from the healing, it has been injured for about six or seven days."

"That..." She just opened her mouth.

"You were injured after His Majesty summoned you into the palace on the day of Changjun King's birthday banquet." Ji Ruxuan cut her off, her brows clenched for a moment, and a red vertical line appeared.

"I..." Fang Yi opened his lips.

"It's because I held the prince at knifepoint, so Prince Chang wanted to deal with me." Ji Ruxuan looked at her intently.

With his shoulders exposed to the air, Jiang Fuguang shivered slightly, feeling a little cold: "I just don't want you to worry."

"You are not willing to make me worry," Ji Ruxuan re-bandaged the gauze and tightened it, twisting the hem of her clothes, "but you are willing to make me suffer from lovesickness."

Jiang Fuguang, who was about to open his lips to explain, couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Don't tell me, there are thousands of pains and sufferings in this world, and they are not as good as lovesickness piercing through the bones." Ji Ruxuan sighed, "Are you loving me, or are you deliberately torturing me?"

When Jiang Fuguang thought about it, it made sense.

Ji Ruxuan suddenly pressed her to his chest: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." She said it was now.

Ji Ruxuan's eyes were dark, and the hairpin wound on her shoulder seemed to be piercing his heart, causing bursts of pain.What lingers in my mind is the scar there, the wound is very deep, if it is not carefully maintained, it will leave an indelible scar.

Thinking that he didn't believe it, Jiang Fuguang raised his head from his embrace and emphasized: "It really doesn't hurt anymore."

"I hurt." Ji Ruxuan said hoarsely.

Jiang Fuguang hurriedly asked: "Is it because of the backfire of the exercises..."

"My heart hurts." Ji Ruxuan stared at her.

"Then if I coax you, it won't hurt anymore." Jiang Fuguang moved closer to him and kissed his lips.

"You are such a sweetheart," Ji Ruxuan chuckled, holding her little face in his hands, "Baby, you are such a careful person."

It was so painful.

Jiang Fuguang felt that he was smiling maliciously, murmured, a little annoyed, but he didn't know that her red lips were full of fragrance, making her look even more delicate and plump, Ji Ruxuan raised her face, lowered her head to kiss her, and when her lips touched, they immediately entwined Together, inseparable.

Jiang Fuguang's body became weak and he couldn't help but fell backwards, sinking into the soft couch. Ji Ruxuan fell down and casually pulled out a golden phoenix hairpin from her hair. The gathered clothes became loose again. Ji Ruxuan tied them with a layer of cotton gauze. Kisses mark the wounds.

"Ayan," Ji Ruxuan hugged her and kissed her temple hair, "You are so kind."

She seemed to bring comfort to all the suffering he had suffered in the past.

Jiang Fuguang slightly raised his head, rubbed the tip of his nose against his, and dimples appeared on his cheeks, "Compared to fighting with your life, I..."

Ji Ruxuan interrupted her: "It can't be calculated like this."

She looked at him suspiciously.

Ji Ruxuan caressed her cheek lightly, with a hoarse voice, "You have been working very hard to be nice to me."

"You always have me in your heart."

"I will protect you with my life, and you will give me tenderness."

"What you gave me is exactly what I want in this life, and it is worth it in this world."

Jiang Fuguang closed his eyes, rested his head on his chest, and couldn't help laughing: "Then you are really easy to be satisfied..."

He couldn't help but pause, and his eyes suddenly became sore.

In the eyes of many people, what is easy to get, but Ji Ruxuan never got it in the past 21 years of life.

"I will accompany you in the future," Jiang Fuguang rubbed against his chest, even if they were separated, "Nian Jun is a hundred years old."

Nian Jun is a hundred years old.

She was always so gentle and firm, and she smiled at him. She was also so affectionate and tender. Being liked by such a woman made him feel firm and peaceful both physically and mentally. She made him no longer a wanderer who was hated by everyone. The helpless wild dog gave him a home and lived like a human being.

……

Tianshui clears into each other, and autumn and winter begin to cross.

The beginning of winter is approaching, and the weather is getting colder and colder. A charcoal cage is placed in the dormitory, and the warmth is pleasant. Jiang Fuguang is curled up on the couch, reading the letter Ji Ruxuan wrote to her.

The letter was placed in her dressing box, and she found it when she returned to the dormitory after handling official duties, finished washing, sat in front of the dressing mirror, and opened the dressing box.

There are six letters in total, exactly the number of days she will enter the palace.

Lala wrote some trivial matters in the letter.

He told her that he took medicine obediently every day, complained that the medicine prescribed by Dr. Shi was too bitter, and asked her aggrievedly: I am so obedient, when you come back, is there any reward?
If the Yellow River does not stop, the white head will be longing for Acacia.

He also wrote in the letter: I heard that I think about it every day and dream at night. I decided to try to see if I could meet you in my dream. I'm tired, but why can't I fall asleep the more I want to sleep?

poo.

Youya, you're tossing and turning.

Seeing this, Jiang Fuguang couldn't help laughing out loud, and continued to look down.

He babbled and said: The osmanthus wine buried under the osmanthus tree has already been brewed. When you come back, I will make osmanthus wine rice balls for you. It’s winter. It’s very good to have a drink or two before going to bed. you come back.

At the end of the letter, there is another little poem.

The beauty is like a flower across the clouds, and I remember you far away across the blue sky.

The black little slave hid quietly in the carriage, trying to sneak into the palace, and when I lifted it off the carriage, it dared to bark its teeth and bark at me, hum, I can't even enter the palace to see You, why let it enter the palace?
Jiang Fuguang curled up on the bed, read the letter word by word, sleepiness flooded her eyelids, she yawned, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, she stretched her eyelids, unable to resist the erosion of drowsiness, and fell asleep.

The curtains were drooped, and the dim light fell on her body. Fuguang was curled up on her side, her body was like lying on the moon, and she was holding the letter loosely in her hand.

She was sleeping soundly, her face slightly flushed.

A sweet smile on her lips, charming and charming.

Ji Ruxuan sat on the edge of the bed, stared at her for a while, gently took the letter from her hand, put it next to the pillow, and lowered her head to kiss her forehead lightly: "Sweet dream."

When he woke up the next day, it was half past midnight, and it was still dark outside. After Jiang Fuguang washed and washed, he took five-color silk and weaved an exquisite diamond knot.

Ji Ruxuan waited outside the hall for a while, but she didn't come out. It was already Chen hour. At this time in the past, she had already gone to the study to handle official business.