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

Chapter 13 The King of Hell fights, the little ghost suffers

Zhang Dequan's godson, Xiao Dezi, sat on an armchair, lifted the tea cover, bowed his head and blew the tea. Hearing their crying and crying for grievances, he didn't even drink the tea. Go back to the teacup.

The court lady who was shouting for grievances seemed to be strangled by someone.

The room was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Xiao Dezi handed the teacup to his side, and the eunuch in charge took it immediately.

"What's wronged?" Xiao Dezi leaned back in the chair, his voice shrieked, "Even the master dares to arrange it. I think I'm dead, who's to blame?"

The two maids lay on the ground, trembling.

"The master is the master, the slave is the slave, and the slave arranges the master, what is that called?"

"The following guilty."

"Arrogance."

"The slave bullies the master."

"There is no respect."

"Any one," Xiao Dezi sat up straight, leaning forward slightly, "is enough for you to die a hundred times."

The two maids trembled, and they didn't even dare to beg for mercy.

Xiao Dezi sighed softly: "A lot of people die in the palace every year, most of them lose their lives because of talking too much. If you want to live in this palace for a long time, you have to keep your mouth shut and talk less and do more. You may not be able to live for a long time. , but talking more and doing less, is definitely going to be a short-lived ghost.”

The two maids suddenly fell to the ground, looking at him in horror.

"Princess Fuguang has a big taboo, and she doesn't like to mess with people's lives, so you are lucky." If you are still alive in front of His Majesty, what is it if you are not lucky?Xiao Dezi got up and told the eunuch in charge, "Drug the drug for dumbness and send it to the Clothes Bureau. You will surely live longer."

Standing in the yard, Xiao Dezi heard some movement from the house, and soon calmed down.

The eunuch in charge bowed and said, "Do you have any other orders, father-in-law?"

Xiao Dezi thought of what his godfather said just now, and reminded him: "The King of Hades fights, and the little devil suffers. During this time, you should tighten your skin!"

The rumors about Princess Fuguang in the harem were the empress' negligence?
Or did someone fish in troubled waters and deliberately took the opportunity to spread it to His Majesty's ears?
Even if you see the wind turning the rudder, you have to wait and see what happens, and figure out which way the wind is blowing.

In the Huaye Pool, the dense mist gradually dissipated and the air became cooler.

Pearl is worried that the princess will catch cold, so she enters the palace to serve her.

The fragrance inside is lingering and refreshing. The princess closed her eyes and leaned against the Huaye Pool, her green silk floating in the water like vines, and the beautiful petals wrapped around her fat body like jade.

"Princess, wake up." Pearl whispered to her.

"Huh?" Jiang Fuguang's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, his voice was hoarse and charming, "What time is it?"

"It will be the hour of You." Pearl knelt beside the Huaye pool and helped the princess up from the pool.

The snowy skin is greasy, with a faint pink color, like a budding lotus flower, perhaps soaked in the pool for too long, Jiang Fuguang's body is so soft and weak, he is half leaning on the pearl.

Pearl took a soft towel and wrapped her from head to toe.

The room is scented with "scented muscle fragrance", which permeates the skin and makes people radiant and prevents people from getting sick. It is a long-lost fragrance. The princess found a remnant recipe and restored the lost ancient fragrance.

With a pair of bare feet, Jiang Fuguang leaned into the imperial concubine's couch beside him.

Pearl served the warm Suhexiang wine: "Suhexiang wine adjusts the five internal organs, but there are many diseases in the abdomen. The princess just soaked for a long time, and the muscles, bones and meridians are all opened up. The cold air easily enters the body. Drink a glass of Suhe wine to warm up the body. .”

The warm and mellow wine enters the throat, revealing a strong aroma of Soviet Union, not intoxicating.

Jiang Fuguang's eyes moved lightly: "Is the wine made by Su Hexiang?"

"Exactly," Pearl held a soft towel and twisted the princess's hair. "It's the rare wine brought by the envoys of the Northern Dynasty. The House of Internal Affairs sent some to the Princess's mansion not long ago."

"It's a bit rare," Jiang Fuguang leaned on the couch and dozed off. "There is a lot of miasma in Lingnan area. My grandfather guarded Lingnan in the early years, and dampness fell on his legs. He sent some Suhe Xiangjiu there."

Pearl whispered "Yes."

The house was quiet again.

After his hair was dry, Jiang Fuguang put on his clothes and went out.

At this time, Yingluo had already returned from the palace and was preparing the outfits for the palace banquet in the room.

Jiang Fuguang sat in front of the glazed mirror, and let the maid dress her up: "Mother concubine is in better shape? Do you want to attend today's palace banquet?"

She has already left the palace to build a mansion, and it is not good to go to the palace every day. If there is anything, she will send people into the palace to spread the word.

Yingluo replied: "Your Majesty needs to rest and recuperate. There is a lot of noise at the banquet, so I don't plan to go there."

Jiang Fuguang didn't speak.

Yingluo said again: "Some time ago, the Marquis of the East China Sea presented a huddle of purple shark pearls, which was a rare and rare item. The imperial concubine asked her servants to bring back the purple shark pearls, and said," she looked at the red sandalwood box in front of the dressing table. , "Your Majesty specifically asked the princess to make a more delicate piece of jewelry, and wear it when hunting in spring."

Purple shark bead, the name has purple, but it is not purple, but pure pink in color. Under the sunlight, the bead is shining brightly, and the color changes from pink to purple, so it got this name.

As rare as Dongzhu.

"Oh," Jiang Fuguang looked at the palm-sized red sandalwood box, and said in a playful tone, "Since when will my father care about such a trivial matter as me wearing jewelry?"

Yingluo stepped forward and opened the box.

"It's something that was rewarded to me. Wouldn't it be better to order someone to send it to the princess mansion directly? Why do you want the concubine to hand it over to me?" Jiang Fuguang glanced at it.

Nine round and equal purple mackerel beads are neatly arranged in the box. Under the light of the candle, they shine brightly and brightly, as if they are swallowing mirage beads filled with powder mist.

"It was something that was rewarded to me. Why did my concubine wait until today before asking you to bring it back?"

Naturally, Yingluo couldn't answer these questions.

The room fell silent.

After a long time, Jiang Fuguang asked in a low voice, "Have you made a plan for Chunsou's siege?"

When the emperor travels, the inner court will arrange the ceremonial guards, guards, clothing, food, housing and transportation, as well as the roster of civil and military ministers who travel with him, etc., will all be recorded in a book.

Yingluo shook her head: "The inner court has not distributed the relevant books of the princess's mansion's trips to the princess' mansion, and it has not yet been decided."

All concubines, princesses, ministers, etc., who have reached the rank, have a special book, which records all the things they travel, and they must be arranged in strict accordance with the book drawn up by the inner court, so as not to exceed the etiquette system.

The halogen book is not allowed to be viewed privately.

Spying on His Majesty is a capital offense.

"What did the concubine mother say?" Jiang Fuguang had a solid idea in his mind, the book was not yet decided, it was the emperor's father who had made other arrangements, it seemed that this spring search was not peaceful.

"Never."

"Never." Jiang Fuguang's eyes moved slightly, and he bent his lips, "That's what it means to leave it to me to make up my own mind."

The pink shark beads are not only pure and pink in color, but each one is shining brightly.

It is indeed a rare rarity.

She is not rare.

There must be someone who is rare to death.

She smiled: "I remember that Jiang Ningyuan likes pink the most. If she knows that I have a box of such rare purple shark beads as jewelry, I'm afraid she will die of depression."

(End of this chapter)