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

Chapter 1 Proton Enters Beijing
"Ding, ding, ding..."

"When, when..."

"Boom..."

The seven-treasure canopy and the eight-carried chariot walked across the long street with a clanging sound. The curtain made of silver and red clouds hung around the chariot like a haze, blocking prying eyes.

But it couldn't hide the noble figure in the chariot.

According to the travel etiquette system in the Southern Dynasties, the emperor used eight, the princes used six, the scholar-bureaucrats used four, and the rest used two.

In the entire Southern Dynasty, the only person who could carry eight large chariots was the most honorable Seventh Princess of the Southern Dynasty, except for today's emperor.

——Jiang Fuguang!

The mother and concubine is the honorable Concubine Mu. Her maternal relative, the Qi family, was the first family of military generals in the Southern Dynasty.

When Princess Fuguang was born, it was the time when Dongjun was leaping to Fusang, Fuguang was in Dongmao, and Tai Shiling shouted: "The sun is full of virtue, and the sky is auspicious. God bless me in the Southern Dynasties."

Immediately afterwards, the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Dynasties fought for years, and the Southern Dynasties were able to calm down with a complete victory.

His Majesty was very pleased with the dragon's heart, so he named the seven princesses "Fuguang" after "Sun", which means the light of Fusang, and the sun is also, and since then, it has been honored and bestowed by heaven.

Princess Fuguang is the cloud rising to the sun, Fusang Guang.

People on both sides of the long street knelt down.

In the phoenix head heater on the table, incense cakes were burning. Jiang Fuguang propped his forehead with one hand, and leaned on the big chariot to doze off. Wisps of sunlight, mottled through the Xiaying gauze, fell on her jade-like face .

The small mountain eyebrow is like a distant mountain looming in the smog. It is a touch of emerald green mountain with sparkling water. It is also the beginning of the sky. Dan, born with a balsamic beauty.

His beautiful appearance is like the rising sun,
It's forgettable.

The chariot stepped forward slowly, and suddenly paused.

Jiang Fuguang twitched his eyelashes slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Yingluo, why did you stop?" Jiang Fuguang sat up slowly, the snowy silkworm's tulle drape slipped off Xiang's shoulders unexpectedly, and one side of the collarbone was like a butterfly, almost breaking out, revealing a beautiful beauty attitude, but with an inviolable dignity and holiness.

Yingluo, who was following the chariot, replied respectfully: "Go back to the princess, there are a lot of people blocked in front for some reason."

"Oh?" Jiang Fuguang became interested, and lightly tugged on the tulle on Xiang's shoulders, the snowy silkworm was thin and not revealing, blocking her smooth and jade-like muscles and bones, "Go and see what's going on?"

Jiang Fuguang probed his hand and poured a cup of warm tea, sipping lightly one after another.

After a while, Yingluo left and returned: "The princess, a proton sent by the Northern Dynasty, arrived in Shangjing today, and the people gathered around the front to point out and watch. They didn't pay attention to the princess's chariot for a while."

"Last autumn, the Southern Dynasties fought against the Northern Dynasties, and the Northern Dynasties were defeated."

Jiang Fuguang's fingers lightly traced the glazed peony pattern on the teacup. The porcelain body was as white as jade, but her hands were as soft as catkins, white and slender.

"In order to calm the anger of the Southern Dynasty, the emperor of the Northern Dynasty promised to cede the three cities, offer huge compensation, and personally promised to send the proton to the Southern Dynasty."

Yingluo lowered her head, not daring to answer.

There was a long silence in the chariot.

Half an hour!

The curtain fluttered lightly, and Jiang Fuguang's soft and melodious voice came from inside: "Go and have a look."

The chariot moved on.

The crowd in front, having spotted Princess Fuguang's chariot, retreated to the side and knelt on the ground.

There was a complete silence all around.

On the empty long street, wearing heavy shackles on the feet, the proton of the Northern Dynasty, who is full of dust, and the princess of the Southern Dynasty sitting on the big chariot, condescending——

Look at each other!

Ji Ruxuan raised her head, the blazing sun pierced her eyes unexpectedly.

His head was dizzy, his eyes were also dim, and everything around him became a blurred outline, but the chariot under the sun was so vivid.

He saw a hand protruding from the chariot, the white hand was soft as if it was boneless, lifted the shading veil, revealing a face as radiant as the scorching sun.

Xia Yingsha was reflected against her body like a raging fire, almost burning his eyes.

Ji Ruxuan's neck felt a little sore, he suddenly lowered his head.

suddenly!

"Boldly," came a loud voice in his ear, "you still don't kneel down."

Next up!

His leg was kicked hard, Ji Ruxuan's knee gave way, and he knelt on the ground with one leg, and was forced to press down on the ground by the officers and soldiers of the Northern Dynasty who escorted him.

first meet.

He was a proton of the Northern Dynasty who was in shackles and was forced to kneel down by someone.

She is high above the sky, just like the scorching sun, the sun rises above the clouds, and the Fusang Guang shines.

"Let him go." Jiang Fuguang's eyes were condensed, looking at the yamen servant who was pressing down on the prince of the Northern Dynasty.

The two yamen servants were taken aback, and quickly let go of Ji Ruxuan, and knelt down on the ground with a 'plop': "Little, I pay my respects to Your Highness the Princess."

Jiang Fuguang asked aloud: "The Southern Dynasties had great etiquette and righteousness. The Sifang Pavilion was set up at the east main gate to receive envoys from other countries and foreign countries. Who will allow you to violate the etiquette and make independent claims?"

The yamen servant put his forehead on the ground and broke out in cold sweat: "The villain belongs to the yamen of the Honglu Temple and is responsible for releasing the guards. Honglu Temple requires the princes of the Northern Dynasty to wear shackles and enter the city on foot. The envoys of the Northern Dynasty also agreed. Going one step ahead and going to the Sifang Hall for resettlement is not a villain's own initiative, but a villain just, just obeying orders, please be aware of it, Your Highness."

Jiang Fuguang was a little surprised, there was no formal agreement on the diplomatic relations between the protons, Honglu Temple's request was not only excessive, but also very unreasonable, it was obviously humiliating the Northern Dynasty, and the Northern Dynasty could sternly reject it.

But the officials accompanying the Northern Dynasty allowed the officials of the Southern Dynasty to humiliate the Northern Dynasty, never defended the dignity of the Northern Dynasty, and did not stop them. Are they out of their minds?

Something is not right.

"Whose order can surpass the etiquette and law of the country?" Jiang Fuguang's eyes sank, "Honghe Temple, originally for preaching praises loudly, has the responsibility of guiding rituals and festivals. It is said in the state that we praise our country's majestic ceremony, and the decree is no more than one [Ri], and there is no decree in the Honghe Temple, which allows the officials of the Honghe Temple to humiliate the guests."

The faces of the two yamen servants were ashen-colored in shock, and they were immediately speechless.

"Violating etiquette, dereliction of duty and dereliction of duty," Jiang Fuguang put down the teacup, his voice condensed, "Drag it down, strip off their government clothes, disarm their weapons, beat thirty big boards, and send them to Honglu Temple."

"Yes!"

The guards picked up the two servants who were kneeling on the ground and dragged them down.

The long street was silent.

Half an hour!

"What's your name?" A polite voice rang in my ear.

Ji Ruxuan raised his head slowly, and the chariot stopped in front of him at some point, very close to him: "Ji Ruxuan, I have seen Your Highness the Princess."

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