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

The ministers felt that this was inappropriate, discussed it privately, and pondered it for a while. Although they were still a little unclear, they also vaguely knew that it was possible to make His Majesty so angry. Shuiyue Nunnery is mostly related to the miscarriage of the imperial concubine and the death of the eldest prince 15 years ago.

Gu Xiang immediately entered the palace to face the saint, and after he left the palace, he didn't say a word about the matter, and all civil and military officials knew that the queen's crime was true, but because it involved royal secrets, it was inconvenient to announce the matter widely. The door is closed tightly, and everyone avoids it.

Under the peaceful court hall, an invisible undercurrent surged silently.

Jiang Fuguang listened expressionlessly, and Yingluo heard the news from the palace: "15 years ago, the eldest prince bumped into the imperial concubine, causing the imperial concubine to have a miscarriage..."

She could no longer listen to what was said later.

The hand resting on the table was clenched suddenly, and suddenly, the cup in hand was knocked off, making a loud clang.

Jiang Fuguang's eyes were red: "I want her to die."

Ji Ruxuan had never seen her lose control like this before. Sitting on a chair, her hands were tightly clenched, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Okay," he suddenly stepped forward to hug her, his eyes were scarlet, and a bloody vertical streak appeared faintly on his forehead, "I'll kill her."

"No," Jiang Fuguang's throat choked, "I can't take advantage of her like this, and make her life worse than death."

She said with a blank face: "In the southwest area, there is a kind of medicine for forgetting worries. Taking it can make people excited and hallucinating. The fragrance of this flower will make people sleep restlessly at night and have nightmares, which will induce deep fear in the heart. , I will feel a splitting headache, gradually lose my mind, and after a little stimulation, my spirit will break down and explode."

She wanted Mrs. Lin to live in endless nightmares and fears for the rest of her life, with no peace, just like when she drove Mrs. He crazy and manipulated Mrs. He to harm her mother and concubine.

In the end, it was not her Wangyouxiang that drove Lin's mad, but the evil things that Lin had done in the past. Those evil things would turn into sins and debts, and become grievances that tormented Lin.

No matter how many evil deeds Lin has done in the past, she will suffer as much torture.

Fair enough, isn't it?

Ji Ruxuan couldn't help being taken aback.

Wangyou medicine, isn't that the main medicine in Jinfeng Yulu?

My little daughter-in-law spoke the cruelest words in the world with the gentlest voice.

So emotional~
I like it so much~
Ji Ruxuan rested her chin, and smiled flatteringly, revealing a softness. From now on, he will definitely be obedient and obedient, and never make her angry.

Jiang Fuguang instructed Yingluo: "The case of Marquis Cheng'an is causing a lot of noise, try to find a way to spread the news to Shuiyue Nunnery, and let Jiang Ningyu know."

Dali Temple has already found out that she was assassinated in Xishan, and it was Cheng Anhou who used the name of elaboration to push Jiang Ningyu to be a scapegoat.

I don't know how Jiang Ningyu will feel when she knows the truth?

After Yingluo stepped back, the room fell into a long silence.

Jiang Fuguang said softly: "When I returned to Beijing, something was wrong with Auntie. As soon as I left her sight, she would panic and frighten, looking for me everywhere in the yard. At that time, she thought it was the news that I was critically ill. Arriving, Auntie..."

Thinking about it now, I just feel heartbroken.

With tears streaming down his face, Jiang Fuguang said in a difficult voice, "Aniang must be blaming herself, thinking that she didn't protect him well."

Ji Ruxuan lowered his head and kissed her eyes, wanting to comfort her a few words, but didn't know what to say, so he pressed her against his chest.

Jiang Fuguang cried until his shoulders trembled.

Bloodshot eyes appeared in Ji Ruxuan's eyes, and they were intertwined: "Shall I kill Jiang Jingzhang?"

Hearing this remark, Jiang Fuguang was so shocked that he forgot to cry, raised his tearful eyes, and saw that blood was oozing from his deep eyes, he knew that this was not a joke.

Ji Ruxuan gently wiped the tears from her eyes with her fingertips: "Mr. Lin killed your younger brother, I will kill her son, one life for another, it's fair."

Jiang Fuguang's hands trembled a little, and for a moment, she felt that Ji Ruxuan's proposal was very good, and almost couldn't control the thought of revenge in her heart, and wanted to say yes.

But after that?
She took a deep breath and calmed her beating heart: "Are you serious?"

Ji Ruxuan looked up at the sky.

"If you have a brain, you won't say such things." Jiang Fuguang gave him an annoyed look. "Killing Jiang Jingzhang, what good will it do me, except for the sake of quick time?"

Ji Ruxuan sighed: "As long as you don't cry, I won't say such thoughtless words."

Jiang Fuguang was speechless.

Ji Ruxuan looked at her red eyes from crying: "I just don't want you to cry."

Jiang Fuguang closed his eyes, not letting him see, his eyes were red and swollen: "Mr. Lin was sent to Shuiyue Temple, which has already made many ministers in the court who support the establishment of the throne panic. The most urgent thing is to protect the court. Set the country."

"Besides, my foundation in the court is unstable. When my uncle solves the troubles in South Vietnam and the reputation of the Taiwei Mansion is revived, then those ministers in the court who support Lidi will be afraid."

"Otherwise, if Jiang Jingzhang dies, he will definitely anger those ministers in the court who support the establishment of the throne. At that time, all the spearheads will be pointed at me, my concubine, and the Taiwei's mansion."

The ministers who supported Li Di had spent many years of hard work on Jiang Jingzhang, and their interests were inseparable from Jiang Jingzhang.

The honor and disgrace of Jiang Jingzhang is also related to the rise and fall of the honor and disgrace of them and their family.

Ji Ruxuan knew what she meant, and curled her lips: "Jiang Jingzhang is nothing to be afraid of, so let's spare his life first."

Jiang Fuguang's foundation in the court is too shallow, and it's not yet time to abolish his son and establish his concubine.

"The eyes are swollen, it's really ugly," Ji Ruxuan said with disgust on his face, "I'll go get a boiled egg, peel the shell and roll it for you."

Jiang Fuguang approached him, blinked at him, his eyes were rippling, the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, as if hooked, his smile was floating, and his expression was charming.

"Ugly?" she asked.

Ji Ruxuan didn't speak, his eyes gradually became darker.

Jiang Fuguang panicked when he saw him, his aura seemed to be everywhere, surrounding her densely, making her a little dizzy.

Her breathing became quicker, and she subconsciously moved her face away.

Ji Ruxuan held her neck and finally kissed her.

A burst of panic rose from the bottom of my heart.

After tossing and turning for a while, the tenderness deepened. He kissed her temples and whispered, "It's beautiful!"

……

After Jiang Fuguang freshened up, he entered the palace.

The mandarin duck vines in the courtyard have dense branches and leaves. Even in late autumn, they are still surrounded by greenery, and the vines are climbing and winding along the flower stand.

Concubine Mu Gui sat under the mandarin duck vine, and a basket was placed in front of her, which contained some delicate clothes, shoes, and some silver ornaments and toys.

She held a pair of small tiger-toe shoes and stared blankly.

"Ma'am." Jiang Fuguang called softly in a hoarse voice.

Concubine Mu Gui slowly raised her head, tears flickered in her slightly red eyes, she blinked to hide the tears, and smiled: "Ah Yan is here."

The most frustrating place in the world is the hospital. After a whole day of tossing, people lose their temper because they are so tired that they don’t even have the strength to speak, so you must pay more attention to your health. . . .