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

Chapter 30
The Southern Dynasty will not imprison Ji Ruxuan's freedom, but Ji Ruxuan's every move is under the supervision of the Southern Dynasty. door, but you can come from outside the Meridian Gate.

"I've met Your Highness the Princess." Ji Ruxuan saw her, bowed his hands, and made a greeting ceremony.

Just like that day, when we first met on Yong'an Street, he showed the gentleman's demeanor like jade, as well as his modesty and elegance.

"You're welcome," Jiang Fuguang said indifferently, "Young Master Ji, please do as you please."

"I've finished looking at the corpse." Ji Ruxuan seemed not to feel her indifference, and smiled gently, "I'm going back too, and I happen to be on the way with the princess."

Jiang Fuguang turned his head and looked at Ji Ruxuan, he smiled innocently: "You came here specially to see a corpse?"

Suddenly thought, Ji Ruxuan really had no other reason to come to the Meridian Gate.

With a smile on Ji Ruxuan's lips, he said honestly: "Come and see, which warrior can be buried by the princess outside the Meridian Gate for three days, really, Sansheng is lucky."

Jiang Fuguang was speechless: "Does it look good?"

"Okay..." Ji Ruxuan couldn't speak, and with Jiang Fuguang's speechless expression, he swallowed the word "watch" into his throat. He murmured softly, "It's not fresh anymore."

The long follower behind him, Jin Bao, resisted the urge to cover his face.

My son, please be normal,
Okay!

Jiang Fuguang was a bit speechless: "Then take your time, I'm leaving first."

Ji Ruxuan had a smile on her lips, looking at her slender and dignified figure, which gradually moved away under the rays of the sun, her eyes were cold and silent, bottomless.

He is no stranger to the name Jiang Fuguang.

Even very familiar.

Most of the information reported to him by the spies was related to Jiang Fuguang. Jiang Fuguang had been trained by the Taifu since he was a child, and he learned all the classics of governing the country.

She advocated giving light taxes to the people, reducing the population tax, and breeding population. The population of the Southern Dynasties increased significantly within ten years.

Due to the frequent floods in the south, she advocated the construction of water conservancy projects. In the past 15 years, Huigang in Zhejiang has undergone two major repairs. She was the one who took the lead. The strong and solid dikes have resisted the annual tidal floods, reducing floods in the south, and the weather has always been smooth.

At least she contributed to the prosperity of the Southern Dynasties.

They have similar life backgrounds, but their circumstances are completely opposite.

It seems that one is ebbing and the other is ebb and flow, a natural opposition.

He had imagined that after coming to the Southern Dynasties, he would meet Jiang Fuguang.

only!

Ji Ruxuan didn't expect that it would be so early, so fast, so unexpected, and people were caught off guard, and she didn't expect that the people in black and white were far more dazzling and resplendent than imagined.

Also more lively!
Maybe it's because of paying attention to a person for too long and knowing too much about this person, this person will inevitably leave marks in his heart and become different from others.

On Yong'an Street that day, she came in a chariot, so caught off guard, all the information about her flooded her mind in an instant.

The black words on the white paper seemed to be alive, and they kept drilling into his brain, filling his whole body and mind. For a split second, there was only one woman in his eyes, mind, and heart, and everything he thought was about her. about her.

The "hearing is believing" information reported by the spies collided fiercely with her who "seeing is believing".

Shake the body and mind.

But after contacting him, I realized that she didn't want to have too much interaction with him, and Ji Ruxuan could feel it.

But that's where it gets interesting.

The sun is setting, and the sky is full of rays of light, full of fire.

With interest in her eyes, Ji Ruxuan idly followed behind Jiang Fuguang, the brilliant sunlight seemed to cast a layer of radiance on her body.

For some reason, it reminds me of my childhood.

He was locked in the gloomy and dilapidated cold palace, fantasizing in his heart all the time that one day, a goddess would descend from the sky and come to rescue him.

One day, two days, three days...

The expected Goddess did not come, and he was still starving, freezing, and being beaten...

So, he convinced himself in his heart that he must be not good enough, so the Goddess didn't like him, and if he became better, the Goddess would like him.

One month, two months, three months...

The goddess still hasn't come, his obedience and non-resistance fueled the arrogance of those palace people, and he still suffers every day.

He convinced himself again in his heart that he must be not good enough, so he stayed up every night, quietly practicing the breathing and breathing that Yang Taishi taught him, and the boxing kung fu that his grandfather taught him when he was alive.

One year, two years, three years...

The emperor's father wantonly cleaned up the remnants of the former Yu clan in the middle of the court.

The goddess did not come, and he repeatedly fantasized in his heart, what does the goddess in his dream look like, does it really exist?

Ji Ruxuan covered her face, as if the goddess had descended.

Just a little late.

what to do?Do you want to despise her?

Jiang Fuguang, who was walking in front, always felt like a light was on her back, she couldn't help speeding up her pace, but the burning gaze behind her followed her everywhere.

Jiang Fuguang couldn't bear it anymore, he stopped and turned to look at him.

For no reason, Ji Ruxuan was nervous and guilty for a while, turned her head, pretended to look up at the sky, and sighed: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."

Poems are good poems, and this situation is quite suitable for the situation——

This is the man who sings the poem—

Are you mentally ill?

Jiang Fuguang glanced at him, but ignored him.

Ji Ruxuanmeng passed the test, quietly breathed a sigh of relief, didn't pay attention, and walked to her side, a little worried, maybe she was angry, so she couldn't help squinting her eyes again, just happened to see her, the end of her eyes slightly Lifting up, blinking lightly, thick and long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings...

Just at this moment, Jiang Fuguang turned his head to talk to Yingluo.

Ji Ruxuan shook his body, straightened his back a little without even realizing it, until the seemingly invisible eyes on his body disappeared, and his tense body relaxed a little, thinking to himself, the little sun just looked at him , coming and going, molesting, should he look back?

"Young Master Ji," Jiang Fuguang turned around again, his expression condensed, "Do not look at evil."

Ji Ruxuan looked at her innocently, even the unruly swinging hem of her clothes was submissive, and there was an air of "well-behaved" and "obedient" all over her body.

Jiang Fuguang was a little dumbfounded, why is this person different from before?

It seems that a child who is not loved by adults desperately wants to pretend to be well-behaved, obedient, and sensible, to please the adults, to win the attention of the adults, so as to gain the love of the adults.

Thinking of his experience in the Northern Dynasty, Jiang Fuguang couldn't say anything, he just said: "Don't follow me anymore."

(End of this chapter)