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

Chapter 312 Double Ninth Festival

At that time, she was entangled by Ji Ruxuan so much that she could take it with her if she wanted to. Anyway, Ji Ruxuan couldn't enter the palace, so she could only wait outside the Meridian Gate.

Only then did he reluctantly agree.

But can this be said to fool brother? !

Seeing her shrinking her neck like a little quail, unable to speak for a moment, Ji Ruxuan came to her rescue in a hoarse voice: "The safety of the eldest princess cannot be ignored."

Qi Yanhuai was rarely choked, and had a cold face along the way.

There is a suffocating atmosphere in the carriage...

Jiang Fuguang's scalp was numb, so he quickly took the rouge cake made by Ji Ruxuan and held it in front of his elder brother, smiling flatteringly: "Brother, eat the cake."

Qi Yanhuai was expressionless: "You can eat by yourself."

Jiang Fuguang was bored, and ate cakes with her neck curled up all the way. As soon as the carriage arrived at the Princess's mansion, she couldn't wait to get out of the carriage and left as if fleeing.

When she was far away, she still patted her chest, with a look of shock on her face: "It's too scary."

Unbeknownst to them, the two who were a step behind looked at each other, as if they had a tacit understanding, and walked towards the martial arts field where the princess's mansion trained guards.

Without Jiang Fuguang getting in the way, the two of them fought so furiously that they couldn't break free.

Qi Yanhuai, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, repeatedly tried to lift Ji Ruxuan's mask, wanting to see his true face under the mask.

He can't take the initiative to spy on the shadow guard, but the shadow guard's skills are inferior to others, and he was accidentally pulled off the mask, so it doesn't count as his active spying~
Naturally, Ji Ruxuan couldn't let him get what he wanted, the two of them fought like a thunderbolt, until both of them lost their strength and fell to the ground, then they stopped temporarily.

……

In a blink of an eye, it was the Double Ninth Festival, and Jiang Fuguang changed into a knee-length hut with a round neck and narrow sleeves, embroidered with dogwood twigs all over the clothes, and a pair of felt leather boots.

Pearl inserted a bunch of dogwood in her hair, and the small red vermilion fruits among the green leaves trembled lightly in her hair, making her black hair rich and colorful, and her whole body exuding vigor.

The tight and narrow Hufu made her look like a slender waist, like weeds. Ji Ruxuan stretched out her hand and grasped it, and she could pinch it with one palm.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Fuguang slapped his hand away.

Ji Ruxuan reached out, picked a small red fruit from the dogwood in her hair, threw it into her mouth and chewed it.

Immediately, his expression became very exciting.

Jiang Fuguang couldn't stop it in time, so he had to stroke his forehead: "Zhuyu is also known as Fulazi, so the name suggests, it tastes pungent, a spice, and the "spicy" in the six flavors refers to cornel."

Mouth full of sour, bitter and spicy, it is hard to describe in words.

Ji Ruxuan's face was dull at first, then flushed, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his face twisted: "Ah, it's so spicy, so spicy..."

"You deserve it," Jiang Fuguang chuckled, "Who told you to eat whatever you want?"

Ji Ruxuan rushed to the table at the fastest speed in his life, picked up the teapot, raised his head and poured water into his mouth. After filling the pot of water, there was still a lingering bitterness in his mouth. He opened his eyes wide. eyes, looking at Jiang Fuguang with accusation.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

He had a pair of red phoenix eyes, which were originally good-looking, but now his eyes were red, and he looked at her wetly, like a poor little girl who had been ravaged.

Jiang Fuguang chuckled: "Open your mouth."

Ji Ruxuan was obedient.

Jiang Fuguang stood on tiptoe, reached out his hand, and stuffed a piece of autumn pear candy into his mouth. His fingertips lightly brushed the red lips, and Ji Ruxuan subconsciously licked it.

The fingertips were slightly wet, as if they were scalded, they suddenly retracted and hid behind them: "Let's go quickly, we can't let grandpa wait for me."

After speaking, she quickly turned around and quickened her pace.

With Qiu Litang in his mouth, Ji Ruxuan followed her slowly. He had tall legs and long legs, and his steps were several steps higher than hers.

"Jin Bao, how do you think the eldest princess can walk so beautifully? She bends her waist to take small steps, and her lotus steps move lightly. She is unparalleled in the world. She is like a fairy, unlike some women who walk with twisted waists, hips, and twitches." Posture, ugly..." died.

Before he finished speaking, Ji Ruxuan suddenly realized that Jin Bao was already on his way back to court.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of "planting dogwood everywhere and one less person".

Jiang Fuguang, who was walking in front, gradually calmed down, stopped and turned around, the knee-length pleated skirt bloomed lightly around his waist: "Is everything ready?"

In the past, what she needed to import was prepared by Yingluo, but now it is Ji Ruxuan.

Ji Ruxuan immediately put the melancholy in her heart to the back of her mind: "On September [-]th, wear dogwood, eat Pengbai (Chongyang cake), drink chrysanthemum wine, and pray for longevity. The customs of the northern and southern dynasties are the same. I have prepared for it."

Jiang Fuguang was relieved now, and was about to walk out of the yard, when he turned around and said, "Why don't you plant cornel?"

Ji Ruxuan disagreed: "Oh, I forgot."

Jiang Fuguang happened to see a dogwood tree among the flowers and trees in the courtyard, which was covered with small red vermilion fruits. She ran over quickly, picked a beautiful dogwood tree and broke it off.

She came back with the dogwood in her hands, with a slight smile on her eyes and brows: "Quickly squat down, I'll plant the dogwood for you."

The disapproving expression gradually faded away, Ji Ruxuan smiled and squatted down.

The sorrows and joys of human beings are not the same. He has always had no feeling for these festivals that have special meaning and make people happy and happy.

After doing the math, he and Jiang Fuguang spent Qiqiao Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Double Ninth Festival together.

He suddenly understood that what is special is not the festival, but the people who celebrate it with it, and their expectations for a better life in the future.

He hopes to be with Jiang Fuguang year after year.

Jiang Fuguang inserted the dogwood into his hair, supported his shoulder, and looked at it for a moment: "Okay."

Ji Ruxuan stood up.

Jiang Fuguang reminded him: "Climbing the mountain and resigning from the youth on the Double Ninth Festival is because late autumn is approaching, the weather turns cold, and the vegetation begins to wither, while the cornus officinalis is pungent and fragrant, warm in nature, and can cure cold and poison, so there is a tradition of planting cornel to drive away evil spirits and cure diseases." , is well-founded, not superstitious, don’t forget it next time.”

Ji Ruxuan nodded: "I will forget next time, please remind me again."

Jiang Fuguang trembled slightly in his heart, closed his eyes, hummed lightly, and then said: "Let's go quickly, we have to climb the mountain early, otherwise it will be very hot when the sun comes out."

……

When she arrived at the place that she had made an appointment with her grandfather, the sky was bright and the air was humid, with the coolness of late autumn. The carriage from Taiwei's Mansion had already arrived, and her grandfather and elder brother were waiting for her.

"Grandfather."

"Brother."

"Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Jiang Fuguang trotted over, his white jade-like cheeks were stained with such a bright red, and his little face brimming with vitality became more and more beautiful and charming.

Qi Rulie patted her head: "We have just arrived."

Qi Yanhuai glanced at the Shadow Secret Guard who was following Jiang Fuguang, and with a hiss, he suddenly felt a toothache, and his ghost really lingered.

(End of this chapter)