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

She told Ji Ruxuan: I am very good in the palace. I eat on time every day, take a nap for half an hour at noon, deal with official duties for half an hour, and then have a cup of tea. I take a foot bath every night before going to bed to relieve my pain. Once I was relieved, I didn't let myself get tired.

The Yushanfang made stewed chicken with fish maw, which is not as delicious as yours.

He also wrote a lot of trivial matters in the court, what difficulties he encountered when reviewing memorials, how he dealt with them later, and he also asked for his opinions.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ji Ruxuan read the letter, and pictured in her mind how she would look when she was eating, sleeping, and approving memorials.

A smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

After reading the letter page by page, he had to read each page word by word for a long time. After reading it, he still had to stare at the ink, carefully pondering how she felt when she wrote this paragraph, and I don't know how long it took. Finally saw the end.

——The night before yesterday, I had a very bad dream. In the dream, you seemed to be in pain, and kept telling me, "It hurts, I hurt, Ah Yan, I hurt."

——I thought, kiss you, coax you, do you feel better?Where does it hurt you in the future, you must tell me.

Ji Ruxuan couldn't help being taken aback, the picture of the previous San Gong attacking poison suddenly flooded into his mind, he thought it was just a fantasy dream, but he didn't expect that at the same time, they both had the same dream, and she was the one who fell into him. or did he break into her dream?
He pressed a thick stack of letter papers to his chest, listening to the throbbing heartbeat in his chest, he couldn't help laughing silently.

This was the first time Jiang Fuguang wrote to him. He didn't say a word about missing him, but the tenderness between the lines penetrated into his heart bit by bit through the ink of his pen.

Ji Ruxuan suddenly got up from the bed, and rushed into the small courtyard with bare feet, followed by a burst of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Yan Qing heard the movement: "My lord, what is this?"

"I remember that there seems to be a stack of flower paper in the study. Where did you put it?" At that time, he glanced at it casually and vaguely remembered that the patterns on it were very exquisite.

Yan Qing crossed his arms and said, "It's not you who said that the flower note is so gaudy, and you even said contemptuously, who would be a man to use such a girly thing?"

So, are you still a man now?

Just ask you, does your face hurt?
Ji Ruxuan thought for a while, and it seemed that there was such a thing. He felt that he couldn't hold back his face, and felt that it was time to show his majesty as a master.

So he straightened his face and said: "At this moment, I think it looks good and I want to use it, can't you? I asked you to find it, so you go find it. Where does all this nonsense come from? Why are you like Jin Bao? Yeah, I’m just fooling around all day long, I’m so bored.”

The honest man Yan Qing was speechless, took down a dusty box from the top of the bookshelf, and put it on the desk without saying a word.

Ji Ruxuan didn't pay attention at all, she used her sleeve as a rag, wiped the dust, opened the box, and there really was a stack of exquisite flower notes inside.

This is the first letter he wrote to Jiang Fuguang, so it must be solemn.

Ji Ruxuan chose from east to west, and picked Jiang Fuguang's favorite, which also fit Jiang Fuguang's peony pattern, and immediately laid out paper, ground ink, dipped in ink, and picked up the pen...

Every movement is full of solemn ritual.

It seems that what he wrote was not a letter, but some kind of sacrifice.

Yan Qing couldn't stand it anymore: "Are you writing a letter to the eldest princess?"

Isn't that obvious?Ji Ruxuan ignored him, and began to think about what to write the first letter to Jiang Fuguang in his life.
He was biting the tip of his pen, thinking hard, and Ji Ruxuan, who had read a lot of poetry and books, had a blank mind at the critical moment and stared blankly at the letter paper.

Yan Qing hesitated to speak for a long time, but finally closed his mouth, the young master has been possessed by a demon at this moment, and he can't listen to anything.

During this time, I wrote a letter from noon, to afternoon, and then to evening. I simply forgot about food and sleep, completely forgetting myself.

Yan Qing saw that his young master hadn't left the room all afternoon, so he decided to come over to check on the situation.

Pushing open the door, I entered the room and saw, good guy, paper balls were thrown everywhere, there were more than a dozen of them, and the clean and tidy study room turned into a mess.

He raised his head and took a closer look. The young master of the instigator had a smear of ink on his face, his eyes were dull, and his eyes were flushed from the heat. He was still holding a pen in his hand, but the peony paper on the desk was blank, and he was scratching his cheek. He scratched his ears and kept mumbling something in his mouth.

Yan Qing rolled the same eyes as Jin Bao: "My lord, is it appropriate for you to send the letter to the palace?"

The inside of the palace is no different than outside the palace. It is a place that the young master cannot control. How can you write letters casually?
Even if Yingluo is delivered directly to the eldest princess without going through other people's hands, who can guarantee that the Weiyang Palace is just an iron bucket?
Once the news leaked out, it would be ironclad proof that the eldest princess had an affair with others.

At that time, the son will also face the danger of being exposed.

Of course, this possibility is very small, but just because the probability is low, you can't take it by chance. Is it because of luck that the young master can go from being a prince in the cold palace to where he is today?

Ji Ruxuan's hand holding the pen couldn't help but pause.

There was a long silence in the study.

Ji Ruxuan woke up from the madness, and the impatience to express her love also cooled down.

He looked down at the blank peony note on the case.

After writing for the past few days, he wrote a lot of nonsense about some trivial matters in the mansion. In the end, he had a rare poetic moment and hesitated for a long time to write down.

——If the Yellow River does not stop, the white head will be long-sick.

After writing a letter, it was already dusk, General Ji Ruxuan had dried up, and there was a thick pile of letters, at least a dozen or so, stuffed into an envelope, which was solemnly sealed, and sneaked into Jiang Fuguang's house with the letters. In the bedroom, put it in her dressing box.

In this way, when she comes back and looks in the mirror to dress, she will see the letter he wrote.

……

The news of the change in South Vietnam caused a sense of impending storm in the ruling and opposition parties, and even the clan clan, which had been raging for a long time, stopped.

After Emperor Nanxing conveyed his determination to wipe out the great troubles in the South at the court meeting, the Ministry of War immediately stated that it would fully support the Lingnan War.

Subsequently, the entire military department entered into active preparations for war.

On the second day, a detailed list of supplies was compiled and sent to the eldest princess: "This is the maximum amount of supplies that the Ministry of War can supply to the Qi family army at present. Once the report of the Lingnan war comes to Beijing, the Shenhu Battalion will immediately escort the supplies. Take the straight road for at most ten days, and then you can send it to the army."

The straight road is a battle road that the imperial court ordered the Ministry of Industry to build. It is controlled by the Ministry of War, and is usually blocked by gates. Except for regular maintenance, no one is allowed to pass.

Once the war starts, the straight road will be fully guarded under martial law, and a large number of materials will be transported through the straight road to reduce transportation time, save transportation costs, and ensure transportation safety.

Difficult two watches. . . .