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

Chapter 5

Jiang Shaoqing was greedy for wine and lust, and he disposed of a small courtyard on the East Street away from the busy city, and raised a beautiful and flowery outer room, and came here every now and then to have sex.

He was originally an official in charge of receiving the princes of the Northern Dynasty, so it was a shame that he was still messing around with the outer room at this time.

I had a drink with my colleagues tonight, and an evil fire arose in my body while eating.

It was obviously an accidental trick.

Ask someone to take medicine.

But Jiang Shaoqing also knew that when envoys from the Northern Dynasties came to Beijing, all eyes of the court would be on Honglu Temple. If there was a scandal about sex with prostitutes, they would lose their official titles.

So after drinking, I came here in a hurry to vent my anger.

Jiang Shaoqing fell into the yard with a drink, and kicked open the door in a hurry, with a lewd smile on his face: "Xiao Lang hoof, the master is here, let the master love you well..."

He stepped into the door, and the door behind him suddenly closed with a "clang" sound.

In the dark room, there was a soft chirp.

He instinctively felt that something was wrong, and when he looked down, he was shocked.

Blood, a lot of blood.

The beloved concubine whom he was thinking of was lying on the ground with a pale face, a dagger was stuck in her neck, and a pool of blood gushed out from her neck, soaking her whole body in the blood. Eyes, wide open, tearful and terrified.

Already dead.

Jiang Shaoqing's legs felt weak all of a sudden, and his body shook like chaff.

"Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high," said a young man in black, sitting on the grand master's chair, with his body arched forward, one foot on the brocade stool, and his arm resting naturally on his bent knee, "it's very suitable for killing people. "

Jiang Shaoqing looked at him in horror: "Yes, it's you..."

"Are you right?" The young man was playing with a short knife in the other hand. In the dim room, there was a faint light, revealing the sharpness of biting people, "Young, Qing, Da, Ren!"

He paused every word, with a round accent and cadence.

"Yuan, so it's you!" Jiang Shaoqing finally recovered her voice, her mouth trembling, "North Dynasty proton Ji Ru, Xuan."

"It's me," the young man's posture remained unchanged, the smile on his face gradually expanded, his beautiful phoenix eyes were upturned, and the lying silkworm in front of him was filled with joy, "Are you surprised or surprised?"

"Ji Ruxuan," Jiang Shaoqing regained his confidence as a fourth-rank official, and said sternly, "A lowly and lowly proton dares to be arrogant in our Southern Dynasty. If you are sensible, hurry up and catch him..."

He seemed to have forgotten his situation.

My mind was also blank.

I only said this based on the instinct of being an official for many years.

"I killed someone," Ji Ruxuan said lightly, as if to say that the weather is really good today, and then, his face became panicked, and he said in an exaggerated and funny tone, "Oops, I was seen by you just now, what should I do, I'm so scared , I'm really scared!"

His acting was too exaggerated, which made Jiang Shaoqing panic and felt that Ji Ruxuan was like a lunatic.

"What should I do?" Ji Ruxuan fiddled with the knife in his hand, feeling a little distressed, his tone suddenly changed, becoming excited, "Then I have to kill you too, otherwise no one will know that I killed someone."

He was laughing, very beautifully, and there was a kind of thrilling excitement in his voice, like a child, showing the innocence of ignorance of the world.

"You, what do you want to do?" Jiang Shaoqing suddenly felt excited.

Before he had time to hold it back, he felt a rush of hot liquid, which drenched his pants, and the ground under him slowly overflowed with wetness.

Ji Ruxuan clicked his tongue and looked disgusted.

"Ji Ruxuan, let me go," Jiang Shaoqing got the courage out of nowhere, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and begged, "Please let me go, I will put you in shackles, and humiliate you in the street, yes, it is Sir Siqing The idea is that he, he wants to use this move to publicize the achievements of Duke Cheng'en, take this opportunity to suppress the majesty of Taiwei's mansion, and curry favor with Duke Cheng'en..."

Cheng Engong led the army to defeat the army of the Northern Dynasty, and then there was the matter of sending the proton.

Humiliation of the enemy's proton can indeed achieve the purpose of Xuanwei's lawsuit.

Over the years, it has been the Qi family of Taiwei's Mansion who have been at war with the Northern Dynasty. Cheng Engong's achievements have indeed dealt a huge blow to the prestige of Taiwei's Mansion.

The game between the courts has always been simple and rough, and it is nothing more than one trade-off, whether the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind.

Very boring.

There was a smear of blood between Ji Ruxuan's eyebrows, which added a bit of beauty and a bit of evil to his overly pale, sickly face.

"What a beautiful little sun," he suddenly covered his face, as if he was ashamed to see others, and said a little bit self-destructively, "you actually let me make an embarrassment in front of her."

It must be ugly like a puddle of mud.

It just sucks.

want to kill.

Jiang Shaoqing looked at a loss, not knowing what he was talking about: "Your Highness, please let me go, I, I really just follow the orders, it's none of my business, the grievance has the leader, the debt has the owner, You go to Sir Si Qing, it is him, I will never, never dare again..."

Ji Ruxuan finally moved. He stood up slowly, stepped on the bloody ground, one step at a time, and came to Jiang Shaoqing, condescending, and pressed his head with one hand.

"No..." Jiang Shaoqing was terrified, her fat body subconsciously moved back, "Don't come here..."

"Yes, you're right, the grievance has its head, and the debt has its owner," Ji Ruxuan admired his fearful expression, exerted strength on his arm, and slowly pressed down, smiling harmlessly, "You have to remember, I didn't want to kill you, It was you who took it on behalf of others and acted as a scapegoat for others."

"No, don't..." Dou Da sweat kept slipping from his forehead, and Jiang Shaoqing made a "ho ho ho" sound from his throat, "You can't kill me, I, I am the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple, the official worship fourth rank , I am an official of the imperial court, I am useful, I am the contact person of Proton in the Southern Dynasty, with me, after taking care of you, I will live comfortably in the Southern Dynasty..."

Under the great fear, he finally found a sliver of reason.

"Jiang Shaoqing of Honglu Temple, showing off his drunkenness, had a tryst in the outer room late at night," Ji Ruxuan paused, and his smile expanded silently, "When the love was surging, he accidentally knocked over the lampstand and made a ghost under the peony flower. How to die, okay?"

"No, you can't kill me..." Jiang Shaoqing kept yelling.

"Death under the peony flower," only heard a "click", Jiang Shaoqing's eyes were shattered suddenly, and his fat body collapsed on the ground with a "bang", Ji Ruxuan slowly retracted his hand, laughing harmlessly to humans and animals, "Be a ghost!" It's also romantic!"

In the house, calm was restored.

Half an hour!

"It's so dirty." Ji Ruxuan took a handkerchief and wiped it slowly. The dirt on her hands did not exist, one by one, as if there was something on her hand that couldn't be wiped clean.

He crossed the pool of blood, lifted the lampshade, and picked up the candlestick.

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