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

Ji Ruxuan sighed again and again, and returned to the eldest princess's mansion alone, went to the study room first, sorted out the memorials according to their priorities, picked out some urgent and difficult ones, carefully thought them over, imitated Jiang Fuguang's handwriting, and wrote down relevant suggestions. Written on paper, sandwiched in the memorial.

In this way, it will be much easier for Jiang Fuguang to review the memorial.

The sound of the dripping glass continued, and after an unknown amount of time, Ji Ruxuan raised his head as before, the room was deserted, and there was no figure bending over the desk beside him.

He looked at the empty desk, and before his eyes unconsciously, the picture of Jiang Fufeng writing on the desk appeared.

Ji Ruxuan stared blankly for a long time, then returned to her yard, Yan Qing heard the movement, put on her clothes and got up, seeing her young master returning to the yard rarely.

The lights in the courtyard were dim, and the young master looked up at the sky with melancholy. There happened to be a laurel tree behind him. The wind was blowing late at night, and a fallen leaf was swirling and falling behind him.

He was a little surprised: "Young master, why are you back?"

Ji Ruxuan seemed to have eaten a firecracker, and said in a very aggressive tone: "Why can't I come back, you understand, this is my yard."

He didn't say anything, did he?Yan Qing asked uncertainly: "Arguing... arguing?"

"Who's quarreling?" Ji Ruxuan didn't even get angry, she opened her mouth and said, "Can't you think of me better? If I really quarrel with the eldest princess one day, it will definitely be because of your crow's mouth."

no!You make it clear, what does it matter to me if you quarrel?

The pot fell from the sky, hitting Yan Qing dumbfounded.

Ji Ruxuan continued to argue: "How about you not being able to see me like this?"

"I advise you to be kind."

Why am I not kind?

Honest Yan Qing's face was dull, wishing Jinbao could possess him: "There was no quarrel, why did you come back alone? Aren't you always inseparable from the eldest princess?"

Even at night, she rests in the side room next to the eldest princess' room.

Ji Ruxuan's lungs exploded: "You are the only one who talks too much."

Okay, it’s fine if I don’t speak, Yan Qing keeps her mouth shut.

The two masters and servants stared at each other, speechless for a long while, they couldn't say anything, people who didn't know it would think that the two of them had bigger eyes than the other.

What is the name Yan Qing, just change the name to Lengtou Qing.

Ji Ruxuan said weakly: "Go prepare the medicine bath, while the eldest princess is not in the palace, I will use energy to fight poison tonight."

Yan Qing showed a look of sudden realization, and almost couldn't hold back singing "Deep Boudoir Resentment" on the spot to meet the occasion.

Ji Ruxuan saw a toothache, endured it again and again, couldn't hold back and kicked up, with a grumpy expression on his face: "Roll, what are you doing in a daze, don't hurry up and get ready, I'll be annoyed when I see you, not half as wink as Jinbao... ..."

Yan Qing was speechless while clutching her kicked buttocks.

Just ask, besides the eldest princess, who do you think is not annoying?

When Jin Bao was around, did you annoy him less?

You just bully and bully an honest person like me. If Jin Bao hadn't left, who is the person who is being scorned now? !
Dr. Shi prepared the medicinal bath and stood guard outside the house with Yan Qing.

After a while, a powerful zhenqi surged outward, Yan Qing's complexion changed slightly, she grabbed Dr. Shi and rushed to the courtyard.

Dr. Shi took a breath: "The zhenqi in his body has become much stronger, and his kung fu has improved, so he should be able to survive this attack."

Yan Qing's face was full of joy, and his tense mood relaxed a little.

Ji Ruxuan closed her eyes tightly and remained motionless.

The candlelight shrouded his face, his face was like gold paper, his lips were dark purple, and there were bloody vertical lines on his forehead, making his face bewitching and alluring.

In front of him was a scene of blood flying and blood flowing into rivers. Familiar heads were cut off with a knife and rolled to his feet. Warm blood splashed on his face and body, dyeing his body red .

Many people were crying, screaming and wailing, completely surrounding him.

His head hurts, it hurts, it hurts like it's going to burst.

He desperately covered his ears, those people suddenly turned into ghosts and monsters, frantically swarming towards him, tearing at him.

Ji Ruxuan lost her mind, like a ghost devouring her body.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the hazy light and shadow penetrated into his dark eyes. He was a little at a loss, and subconsciously squinted his eyes. His eyes shook like water ripples, and his eyes twisted for a while.

Under the dim shadow of the lamp, the girl is dressed in green clothes, with a light bundle around her waist that cannot be held, like a willow branch, graceful and charming.

She came with a Jade Rabbit Pounding Medicine Lamp and called him softly: "Mr.

The intentionally drawn out, soft and tactful "Lang Jun" made Ji Ruxuan's eyes tremble and her chest throbbed enthusiastically.

She approached him: "Lang Jun?"

Ji Ruxuan's eyes were slightly wet, and he opened his mouth: "It hurts."

The candlelight on the tree of lanterns was shining brightly, Jiang Fuguang was the first to record, reviewing the memorial, and the maid on duty outside looked at the time.

"Princess, it's getting late, you should rest."

Hearing this, Jiang Fuguang stopped writing, turned his head subconsciously, and saw a row of bookshelves, and then realized that this is not the study of the princess's mansion, there is no special desk around him, and it is impossible for Ji Ruxuan to sit on the special desk and help her check the memorial .

The hall was clear and cold, without a trace of Ji Ruxuan's aura, the palace where he used to live in before, but now he felt a little at a loss.

The pain in her shoulder was severe, and Jiang Fuguang's face turned pale. She stayed in the palace to avoid the chaos in the clan, and she was also afraid that Ji Ruxuan would be worried if she knew she was injured.

He rubbed his swollen forehead: "What time is it?"

The palace maid replied: "It won't arrive until midnight."

It's so late!Jiang Fuguang was in a trance for a while, if she was still in the princess mansion, Ji Ruxuan would urge her to rest at the end of Haishi at the latest, and she would never let her stay up so late.

Seeing the notebooks piled up on the case, she hesitated for a moment, put the pen in her hand into the pen mountain, sorted out the approved notebooks, and returned to the bedroom.

The maid helped her wash up.

Jiang Fuguang soaked his feet for a while, his fatigue subsided, and he took off his clothes and lay on the bed. He didn't know if it was because of the severe pain in his shoulder, or why, but she tossed and turned, but she didn't feel sleepy at all. In the quiet night, she suddenly missed Ji Ruxuan very much. .

I wonder what Ji Ruxuan is doing now?
Did you fall asleep?
Did you have a good meal?
His shoulder was still hurting, Jiang Fuguang couldn't fall asleep, so he just took an obscure book, lay on the pillow and read it carefully.

It was very quiet in the inner hall.

The curtains were drooping, and the lights at the corner of the bed were dim. She was probably too tired. Jiang Fuguang read two pages of the book, and sleepiness welled up in her eyelids. Scroll, with long curled eyelashes casting shadows under his eyes, was already asleep.

Splashing black ink on the pillow, she reached out subconsciously, hooked her fingers, frowned, and called out to Jun Xuan.

Jiang Fuguang had a dream. She dreamed that Ji Ruxuan was in pain and said to her, "It hurts."