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

"Ayan is not afraid, not afraid." He raised his hand and put it on the back of her neck, massaging an acupuncture point on the back of her neck slowly to soothe her mood, "When I finish removing the poison, I will nourish three or five Yue, your body has completely recovered, and I can take you back to Anjing in autumn to hold the second ceremony with you."

When he said this, his eyes turned red, he couldn't help but raised his head, blinked hard, and curled his lips to smile.

"The letter of appointment, the letter of gift and the letter of welcome, the acceptance, the name, the acceptance, the acceptance, the date of appointment and the personal welcome, with three letters and six etiquette, I can marry my favorite girl, and we will be married to her and never be separated."

His biggest regret was that in the previous ceremony, all the etiquette was arranged by the Ministry of Etiquette. Because of time constraints and the heavy state affairs at that time, the three books and six etiquette were just a formality. The etiquette was thorough, but he, the client, did not There is too much sense of participation and it always feels like it is not perfect enough.

Jiang Fuguang lay on his shoulder, tears streaming down his face.

"Ayan, in our north, the man goes to the woman to propose marriage. After the woman agrees to the marriage, the man will hunt a pair of live geese, choose an auspicious day, and use the live geese as a gift, which represents loyalty and unwavering loyalty, and he will name his beloved woman. …”

The previous ceremony was too hasty and he had no time to hunt the geese himself, so he had to have the inner court build a pair of exquisite glazed geese.

Jiang Fuguang's whole body felt weak. She was so confused that she couldn't notice it for a moment, and the force of gently rubbing the acupuncture points on the back of her neck gradually increased.

Ji Ruxuan's voice became softer and softer: "After the acceptance, the man and woman ask for their names, exchange the Geng Tie, and make a marriage contract. The man has to make a piece of cinnabar paper with his own hands and write an oath of eternal love on the cinnabar paper as a letter of engagement. Send it to the woman's home in person, and under the witness of the matchmaker and elders, the man and woman sign each other's names on the engagement letter and formally enter into a marriage contract."

Jiang Fuguang choked with sobs and said: "The crystal goose is also very beautiful. I am also very happy that you carved the letter of appointment with your own hands in zimu."

During the last Jiali ceremony, both she and Ji Ruxuan wanted to stabilize the situation in the south as soon as possible, so all the etiquette was completed in a hurry.

She didn't feel bad, but Ji Ruxuan always sighed and was obsessed with the second gift.

"The best cinnabar paper is insect-proof and anti-corrosion, and will last for thousands of years. I wanted to make cinnabar paper by myself at that time, but I didn't have time to learn. I was worried that I was too pressed for time and could not do it well." Ji Ruxuan's eyes were filled with regret. "Now, I have learned how to do it." With cinnabar paper, you can make the best cinnabar paper..."

Tears filled Jiang Fuguang's eyes, and a strong sense of sleepiness suddenly came to her eyelids. She opened her eyes hard, but her eyelids kept fighting: "Ji Ruxuan, you..."

"Ayan, I'm sorry," Ji Ruxuan kept rubbing her acupuncture points with her hands, her voice became hoarse, "I don't want you to see the ghostly appearance I made when I was removing the poison, and I don't want you to be frightened. Don't be angry with me. We are alone. Once, let’s just treat it as even, okay?”

Jiang Fuguang's body was limp and she could no longer speak. She clenched her palms tightly, exhausted all her strength, and choked with sobs: "Stay alive."

"promise me!"

"Okay." Ji Ruxuan lowered his head, kissed his forehead, and begged in a low voice, "When you wake up, you must forgive me!"

Jiang Fuguang fell into a deep sleep. Ji Ruxuan carried her onto the bed, leaned over and kissed her forehead.

She seemed to feel cold, her body curled up together, even when she fell asleep, her brows were furrowed and unsteady, her eyelashes were stained with tears, and her pale face was filled with lingering sadness.

The place Ji Ruxuan chose to detoxify was in a secluded courtyard of Weiyang Palace.

His whole body was soaked in the medicinal liquid, and all his power was exhausted. The toxins in the medicinal liquid eroded every inch of flesh and blood in his body, causing severe pain all over his body. He felt as if he had become a sinner who had been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell. Experience all kinds of torture in hell.

pain.

It hurts.

Ji Ruxuan had never felt such pain before, and there had never been a moment when he realized so clearly that he was going to die.

The consciousness is like a small boat, drifting in pieces in the sea of ​​blood. Pairs of white bones and sharp claws are rushing out of the sea of ​​blood, trying to tear the boat into pieces. There are ghosts all around, familiar or unfamiliar evil ghosts seeking life. It screamed and rushed toward him. These people were all the crimes he had committed. They were the karma he had created in order to control the imperial power as quickly as possible. Some of them had done all kinds of evil and deserved their punishment. Some of them had been implicated. Although they were not innocent, their crimes would not lead to death. , and some people, although innocent, were involved in the struggle for imperial power and became victims of power...

He never regrets it.

As if the anger from the wronged soul, the sea of ​​blood set off a stormy sea, and a three-foot blood wave roared towards the boat. It seemed that the next moment, the boat transformed by Ji Ruxuan would sink into the sea of ​​blood.

Maybe, this is where he belongs.

Ji Ruxuan's consciousness continued to fall, and he was gradually lost in the boundless sea of ​​blood. His soul transcended, and all kinds of tragic scenes of killing came into view, and in his ears were thousands of wailing and shrill cries.

The chaotic sounds gave him a splitting headache and made him feel worse than death.

He saw a bloody man, holding a sharp long knife and slashing and slashing. Blood and flesh flew everywhere where the knife struck, stumps were everywhere, bones piled up, and blood flowed into rivers.

He stood in the mountain of corpses with a knife in hand and turned around slowly.

Ji Ruxuan's consciousness paused.

It's him!

But it's not him.

Everything around him rippled like water, and a fantasy appeared in front of his eyes. Ji Ruxuan saw his young self, staying in a shabby room, wrapped in a shabby coat, with a lamp in front of him like a bean, and "he" moved closer to the candlelight. Study the art of war and strategies.

Time flies, and Ji Ruxuan seems to have experienced all the hardships and humiliations in the cold palace all over again.

When the time came, "he" came to the Southern Dynasty as a proton.

But this time, the day before "he" entered Beijing, due to the backlash of the remaining poison, he entered Beijing one day late and failed to see Jiang Fuguang.

I don't know what went wrong. Everything in the fantasy is completely different from Ji Ruxuan's previous experience.

"He" found out that the imperial concubine suddenly fell ill and Princess Fuguang went to the palace to attend to her illness.

Because the imperial concubine was seriously ill, Princess Fuguang was unable to attend the palace banquet.

Because the imperial concubine was seriously ill, the hunting trip to the Western Mountains could not be held.

Because the imperial concubine was seriously ill, the Wanshou field inspection in the palace could not be held. Ge Lisi had no chance to set up a poisonous plot to "lose her virginity" with Duke Chengen against Princess Fuguang.

On the contrary, it was Princess Fuguang who exposed Duke Chengen's smuggling of salt and uprooted the Duke Chengen's palace. Just like reality, she was granted the title of eldest daughter and became the regent and supervisor of the country in the name of Princess Protector.

Without him, Jiang Fuguang would still be Jiang Fuguang, and what she wanted to do would still be accomplished in another way.

Ji Ruxuan thought bitterly.

At the wrong time, in the wrong place, in the phantom, "he" didn't have much entanglement with the Princess Protector. "He" was still hiding in the dark, preparing to give the princess a fatal blow. (End of chapter)