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

Chapter 4

Although the father gave the concubine mother the honor she deserved, but the concubine mother was still a head short in front of Queen Lin.

"What you said just now, if you leave the gate of this palace, it will rot into your stomach." Concubine Mu Gui softened her tone when she saw her aggrieved face. Engong defeated the Northern Dynasty, ordered the Northern Dynasty to cede the city, pay huge compensation, and send protons to negotiate a peace, which is related to the peace of the two countries.

Jiang Fuguang found it ironic: "Zuo is nothing more than an honor earned through Qi's blood and tears."

If it weren't for 15 years ago, when my grandfather defeated the army of the Northern Dynasty and the old general Yu died in battle, which caused the decline of Yu's family, the number one military general in the Northern Dynasty, Cheng Engong would still be able to defeat the Northern Dynasty now?
There were no tigers in the mountains of the Northern Dynasty, but Cheng Engong, a monkey, gained power.

"Why are you becoming more and more outspoken?" Concubine Mu Gui looked helpless, but she also acquiesced in her words, "Cheng'engong's mansion is now in full swing, and the Taiwei's mansion avoids its edge. It is for the sake of the overall situation and for the future of the two countries. The peace negotiation can be smoother, and you should pay more attention in the future."

Taiwei's Mansion and Cheng'en Gong's Mansion have never dealt with each other. Taiwei's Mansion used to be in charge of the war in the north and fought with the Northern Dynasties for generations. The Northern Dynasty definitely did not want it. The peace talks were not because they were afraid of Duke Cheng'en's mansion.

But Duke Cheng's Mansion, which is in the limelight, may not think so. Empress Lin's family will not let this opportunity go, and spare no effort to suppress Taiwei's Mansion.

Think about Ji Ruxuan wearing shackles and walking into the city, what did the people pointing around say?

This is a long time.

Has anyone mentioned the merits of the Qi family in Taiwei's mansion?

Jiang Fuguang didn't want to bring up such a bad thing again, and trouble his mother and concubine: "From Wanjun Mountain, I invited a Taoist priest who is good at regulating your body and life to take care of your body. You need to get better soon."

"Okay, mother and concubine will listen to you," Concubine Mu Gui felt warm and took her hand, "Ayan, are you still used to living outside the palace during this time?"

Ayan is the nickname given to her by her concubine, Congyu, Yansheng, and Meiyu.

'Yu' and 'Yan' are 'Yan', which means that the color of jade is as gorgeous and beautiful as rising flames.

Last year, Jiang Fuguang and Ji, her father gave her the small character 'Fuyan'.

It has the meaning of setting off with the name of "Fuguang".

"You're worrying about it again," Jiang Fuguang smiled, "It took more than five years to build the Princess Mansion, and everything inside and out is handled by the concubine mother, so there's nothing wrong with it, you can rest assured Bar."

After the princes and princesses next to them became adults, they would all be given a modest mansion in Dongzheng Street, and put on a plaque of "made by imperial order", and the matter would be over.

But the emperor favored her, and ordered the Ministry of Industry to supervise the construction of the best area on Dongzheng Street.

This incident once caused quite a stir in the ruling and opposition parties.

Later, the father stated that all the expenses for the construction of Fuguang Princess Mansion were paid from his private treasury, and the turmoil gradually subsided.

……

It was evening when Jiang Fuguang left the palace.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun dyes the clouds on the horizon into colorful clouds. The rays of light shine through the layers of clouds, and the sky and the earth are coated with a faint golden glow, which looks extraordinarily magnificent.

The carriage slowly drove into East Street and met another carriage at the corner.

The tulle curtain at the window was raised, and Jiang Fuguang glanced at the person sitting in the carriage next to him: "Prince Ji Ruxuan of the Northern Dynasty?"

Ji Ruxuan's legs are domineering, separated on both sides, and his upper body is slightly bowed forward. His jagged body, in a mountain and sea pose, seems to contain endless fierceness.His face was morbidly white, which further accentuated the deep contours.

I don't know what he was thinking, there was an inexplicable sneer on his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.

As if aware of the prying eyes, he turned his head.

The moment their eyes collided, the air was almost frozen.

Jiang Fuguang clearly felt that his calm eyes were like a deep whirlpool, under which there were fierce and dangerous undercurrents colliding, undercurrents, and torrents.

It's frightening.

For a moment, the boy bent his lips, looked gentle and innocent, stretched out his hand, and waved to her: "Your Highness, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Jiang Fuguang bowed his head as a salute, should Ji Ruxuan be placed in the Sifang Pavilion at this time?
"By the way," Ji Ruxuan seemed to think of something suddenly, lying on the window of the car, and smiled at her, "I was on the street before, and I haven't had time to thank Her Royal Highness for saving me."

Jiang Fuguang shook his head: "I also act according to the etiquette, so you don't have to thank me."

Ji Ruxuan smiled deeply.

The two carriages walked together for a certain distance. Ji Ruxuan's carriage turned around and drove towards an old house not far away. A new plaque of "Beiyuan" was hung on the door.

It should be the residence arranged by Honglu Temple for Ji Ruxuan in the Southern Dynasties.

A place very close to the palace.

It is also a heavily guarded place.

She ordered someone to escort Ji Ruxuan to the Sifang Hall for resettlement, thinking that she knew the importance of coming to Honglu Temple, but after Ji Ruxuan went to the Sifang Hall, she was sent to Dongzheng Street.

Openly disobeyed her meaning.

"Is Honglu Temple ignoring even the country's etiquette?" Her eyes were dark, her tone was deep and difficult to distinguish, "Which adult is responsible for receiving the prince of the Northern Dynasty?"

"It's Honglu Temple Zuoqing, Jiang Shaoqing." Yingluo replied.

In Honglu Temple, there is one Siqing, who ranks from the third rank, and two Shaoqings on the left and right. Shaoqing lives under the Siqing, ranks up to the fourth rank, and is the deputy who holds the real power.

"Don't eat the toast, and eat the fine wine," Jiang Fuguang said in a cold voice, "Go to the Ministry of Rites to send a message. I returned to Beijing today, and was bumped by the guards in charge of escorting from the Ministry of Rites."

Yingluo knew that the government order of Honglu Temple was upheld by the Ministry of Rites of Shangshu Province. A mere young official humiliated the prince of another country in the street and ignored the order of the princess.

It is true that there is some life and death.

When the matter comes to the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Rites cannot just sit idly by. The decree of the Ministry of Rites is based on the word "Li". No matter what, you must give the princess an explanation, and Honglu Temple will not be allowed to fool around.

The canopy carriage not far away slowly disappeared into the street.

Ji Ruxuan jumped off the carriage, looked at the last rays of the setting sun in the sky, and was about to be swallowed by darkness, and laughed silently: "It's getting dark soon."

The twilight is all together, and the lights are just coming on.

A low-key blue-roofed carriage traveled along the east street for more than a hundred feet. Not far away, a secluded house was hidden in a dimly lit place, looking lonely and silent.

The carriage stopped abruptly, and a middle-aged man with a big belly came out of it. He drank a lot of wine, his fleshy face was purple, and his swollen eyes were drunk and hazy.

It was Jiang Shaoqing of Honglu Temple.

(End of this chapter)