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

"Fu Guang." Gu Jiayan jumped off his horse and strode towards her with a smile on his face. A faint scar appeared on his left cheek at some point, but it didn't damage his handsome appearance at all.

"Jia Shu," Fu Guang used to call his name, "Why are you here?"

Gu Jiayan was wearing thin armor, and his figure looked tall: "Bandits are rampant in Huai'an, Your Majesty ordered General Xiaoqi to come to suppress the bandits, and also sent the Imperial City Division to assist."

Jiang Fuguang was pleasantly surprised: "Brother is here too."

Gu Jiayan nodded: "General Xiaoqi seized a large amount of private salt not long ago, and he is interrogating the prisoners, so he may not be able to come here until later."

The private ferry controlled by the Qingshui gang is one of the channels for transporting private salt. When carrying passengers, they carry private salt with them to avoid people's eyes and ears. They have contacts with major private salt dealers in the south. More than 70 smuggled salts were used, which shocked the court again.

Now the salt smuggling case has affected the three states of Zhejiang, Jiangsu and Jiangxi.

Jiang Fuguang was very happy.

Gu Jiayan looked carefully at the woman in front of him. She had lost a lot of weight. On her thin face, she could still see her exhausted efforts, carrying the entire Xin'an County on her thin shoulders, as well as the shadow of her suffering from the epidemic and suffering from the disease.

His eyes couldn't help but get wet: "Are you okay?"

The morning when he first heard that the eldest princess was critically ill, he felt a piece of his heart, as if a piece had been dug out by life, and the pain made him burst into tears.

He was going to Xin'an County to find Jiang Fuguang, but his eldest brother ordered the guards in the mansion to stop him.

At that time, his mind was full of Jiang Fuguang, and he fought with the guards and injured many people. The guards accidentally scratched his face, leaving a shallow but indelible scar on his face. scar.

Fuguang smiled: "Very good, the scar on your face..."

"During training, I accidentally left it behind." Gu Jiayan scratched his head and asked a little late, "Is it ugly?"

"No." Fu Guang shook his head.

Gu Jiayan grinned, put his hands around her shoulders, and hugged her tightly.

Fuguang was stunned.

"Ayan," he hugged her a little tighter, with tears streaming from his eyes, "It's really great that you're fine."

Not far away, Ji Ruxuan sat cross-legged on the roof of the car, with a long black knife across his knee, looking in Jiang Fuguang's direction with cold eyes.

Gu Jiayan's hug came suddenly.

Jiang Fuguang was a little caught off guard, and when she realized it, she was already deeply in his arms.

His embrace was wide, his tight body was full of tension and apprehension, and his heartbeat almost jumped out of his heart. He was as hot as a fire, as if he wanted to burn her with him.

It was completely different from the feeling of being firmly wrapped by Ji Ruxuan when he hugged her.

When Jiang Fuguang was about to push him away, Gu Jiayan let go of his arms, took a big step back, and scratched his head: "The news came out in Beijing that day that you were critically ill, and I was very worried about you."

Jiang Fuguang smiled lightly: "The Immortal Elder's hands have rejuvenated, and my body is fine."

Bathed in the sunset, the two looked at each other and smiled.

One is heroic and the other is dazzling.

The sun was setting, and the sky quickly darkened.

Ji Ruxuan jumped off the roof of the car, and the wind blew the corner of his clothes: "After a long day's journey, let's go to the post station to rest."

Jiang Fuguang unconsciously looked up at him, with a smile on his face: "Okay."

Gu Jiayan was startled, and saw at a glance the joyful expression on Jiang Fuguang's face when he saw the person coming, and he couldn't help but look at the masked man who suddenly appeared.

This man is very tall, comparable to Ji Ruxuan, the protagonist of the Northern Dynasty. He holds a long, thin horizontal knife in his hand, and exudes a chilling evil spirit all over his body. Bloodthirsty, chilling.

Ji Ruxuan glanced at Gu Jiayan lightly.

Gu Jiayan's hair stood on end, and he subconsciously clasped the handle of the knife around his waist: "Who is this?"

Jiang Fuguang subconsciously stood in front of Ji Ruxuan, and smiled slightly: "It's my personal bodyguard, and I don't usually show up in front of people."

Gu Jiayan had no doubts, and only thought that this person was the hidden guard beside her who was buried deeper besides Wei Twelve and Wei Si.

But he felt wrong.

He didn't see any respect for his master from the hidden guard.

Gu Jiayan sent the horse to the stable, fed the horse, and returned to the station. He happened to see the tall hidden guard next to Jiang Fuguang strode into the kitchen.

He hurriedly followed, and saw the tall hidden guard, picked up a live chicken, cut its throat and bled it swiftly, without shaking its hands.

After killing the chicken, the dark guard looked back at him.

Gu Jiayan swallowed, feeling his neck was a little chilly, he can guarantee that it was definitely his neck that this person was looking at just now.

"Brother, what are you doing?" He leaned over.

Without raising her head, Ji Ruxuan soaked the chicken in boiling water, plucked the hair and ripped its belly, and washed it repeatedly, which made Gu Jiayan dumbfounded.

Ji Ruxuan picked up the kitchen knife and flicked at the bottom of the bowl for a while, there was a "dong dong dong" sound, and under Gu Jiayan's dazzled eyes, a chicken was stamped into small pieces.

"You know how to cook?!" Gu Jiayan finally recovered his voice.

Is he a chef or a secret guard? ?
Ji Ruxuan didn't even give him a look. He poured the chicken into the pot, put water in it, added onion, ginger, rice wine and other seasonings to remove the fishy smell, and when the water boiled, skimmed off the floating powder, picked up the chicken, and rinsed it repeatedly in clean water. clean.

"I'm talking to you." Gu Jiayan was unwilling to be lonely.

"..." Ji Ruxuan put the cleaned chicken into a sand pot, added an appropriate amount of water, and simmered over high heat.

Gu Jiayan rubbed his nose, making fun of himself.

Ji Ruxuan put angelica, red dates, Beiqi and other medicinal materials into the medicinal bag.

Cut the soaked fish maw into pieces and fly in water.

"Is this a medicinal meal for Fuguang?" Gu Jiayan was a little worried, and quickly asked, "What effect does it have? Fuguang walked through the ghost gate once, is his body really okay?"

"Noisy." Ji Ruxuan glanced at him coldly.

"Brother, don't be like this." Gu Jiayan thought he was just cold-tempered, but he was not angry, "I have been with Fuguang for many years, and I am worried about her body. Asking a few more questions is not too much!"

I don't know what he said, which provoked Gao Leng's dark guard. The dark guard raised his kitchen knife, gave him a sad look, and stomped the yam in his hand.

Gu Jiayan swallowed: "Mountains and yams are very easy to cut, so there is no need to use such force."

What should I do if my neck is a little cold?
Gao Leng's dark guard took lotus seeds, yams, and Fu Ling, put them in rice with green stalks, and cooked porridge over a slow fire.

At this time, the chicken soup simmered on high fire has a fragrance.

Ji Ruxuan skimmed off all the oily flakes floating on the chicken soup, put the medicine pack and flower maw into the chicken soup, turned off the charcoal in the stove, and turned the fire to medium.

After a while, stewed chicken with angelica flower maw became fragrant.

He returned some carbon, and turned the heat from medium to simmer.

Ji Ruxuan took out a copy of "Nourishing Food Classic" from her pocket, turned to autumn health preservation, and planned to make a pear and white fungus soup.