The young man was dressed in a dark robe, he was born extremely thin, and his body was tall, and at first glance, he was rugged and skinny, but his whole body was full of innate grace and elegance.

His face is like jade, his facial contours are distinct, but his facial features are warm, and his long eyebrows slowly enter his temples, which contains a bit of elegance.

Danfeng's eyes are hooked inside and outside, the tail of the eyes is naturally raised, it looks narrow and long, the black eyes in the eyes are slightly hidden, and there is an indescribable aura and charm between opening and closing.

Noble and natural.

Few people can control this pair of phoenix eyes, and Ji Ruxuan is a standout.

"Xuanzhi, Tianye," Jiang Fuguang saw it for the first time, such a good-looking Danfeng eye, and couldn't help but look at it twice, "I vaguely remember that the Northern Dynasty respected black, so there is a saying that 'those who are black and red are Xuan'." ”

The Southern Dynasty respected Huang, the light of Fusang was Huang, and she took the name of 'Fuguang', which was a gift of honor.

This prince of the Northern Dynasty is named after 'Xuan', which is similar to the name of 'Fuguang'.

Ji Ruxuan's eyebrows were clear, but she didn't say anything with a smile.

"It's a little interesting," Jiang Fuguang curled his lips, a little unclear, "I sent you here to be a proton, and the emperor of the Northern Dynasty was willing to do it." ”

The name of the prince was given by the emperor, and it also contains the feelings and expectations of the princes, whether the identity of the prince is noble, just by looking at the name, you can also get a glimpse of one or two.

In the name of 'Xuan', it should be a great honor in the Northern Dynasty, but Ji Ruxuan has been reduced to a proton, which is a little strange.

"Xuan," Ji Ruxuan raised his head, his voice elegant and clear, "For the sake of the righteousness of the family and the country, the two countries have diplomatic relations, and they voluntarily asked for orders to go to the Southern Dynasty." ”

"Really?" Jiang Fuguang chuckled, "Should I praise you for your high wind and bright festival?" ”

"The dog who lost his family deserves to be praised by the princess." Ji Ruxuan's eyes were smiling, but because she was too thin, there was a trace of grandeur at her eyebrow bone, which was a little inconsistent with her warm face.

"As the saying goes, dogs fight people," Jiang Fuguang's eyes fell on the shackles at his feet, "Even if you are a lost dog, you have no power to fight, and you don't need to be tied with an iron chain." ”

The masked female escort who followed the chariot stepped forward and drew her sword on the ground, the blade of the long horizontal knife shining a dazzling light in the sunlight.

The knife rises and falls, like thunder.

Ji Ruxuan's eyes pierced, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, and he heard a "clang" in his ears, and the shackles that bound him were broken.

Jiang Fuguang put down the curtain, and his voice was like jade: "Send two people to escort the prince of the Northern Dynasty to the Sifang Pavilion, and let the Honglu Temple make proper arrangements, and don't slack off." ”

Da Yuan slowly moved forward.

"That's right," the big chariot passed by Ji Ruxuan's side, Jiang Fuguang tilted his head, and his eyes saw the back of the young man through the thin shadow veil, thin and thin, like a lonely and rugged mountain, "The prince of the Northern Dynasty wore shackles under his feet and was escorted into the city by the officials, and when the people saw it, how did they talk about it?" ”

Yingluo reported: "The people are talking about how Cheng Engong used soldiers like gods, brave and good at fighting, pacified the north, and made the Northern Dynasty submit to our dynasty, and was a great hero of the Southern Dynasty......

Cheng Engong is the elder brother of the queen's mother.

Jiang Fuguang also knows which one he sang today.

What other merit in this world can be compared to the people seeing with their own eyes that the prince of the Northern Dynasty was shackled and escorted into the city like a dog.

Seeing is believing, hearing is false.

In the eyes of the people, Cheng Engong has become the most powerful hero of the Southern Dynasty.

Ji Ruxuan didn't move until Da Yuan passed by him, and he didn't move his body.

With his back to the luxurious chariot, his white jade-like face was covered with a layer of backlit haze, which was a gloom that the sun could not shine, adding a bit of coldness and perverseness.

"Jiang, Fu, Guang," the beautiful Danfeng eyes, the tails of the eyes are upturned, and the dark and heavy eyes are full of gloom, like a bottomless cold pool, extremely cold.

"What a coincidence." He grinned and laughed silently.

When she was born, Dongjun jumped into Fusang and helped the light in Dongnuma.

From then on, she is the sun on the clouds, the light of Fusang.

When she was born, Xuanjun fell into the underworld and helped the light into the abyss.

From then on, he was a mud on the earth and a ghost in the underworld.

"Fumitsu!" The sudden call made Ji Ruxuan turn around subconsciously.

On the empty long street, there is a young man in red riding a horse, the horse is a rare Western Regions Dawan horse, the whole body is black, without a trace of variegation, quite handsome.

He is the son of Zhong Mingding's family, and he was raised.

It's really freshly dressed and angry, and high-spirited.

The only person in the Southern Dynasty who can call Princess Fuguang by her name is Gu Jiayan, the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion who is Princess Fuguang's childhood sweetheart.

Lifting the light veil with her bare hand, the sunlight splashing all over the sky fell on her black and rich sideburns, she raised her eyes shallowly, glanced at Gu Jiayan lightly, and smiled with bent lips.

The soft spring breeze blew a strand of hair on her sideburns, and Gu Jiayan was stunned.

When he was eight years old, he was chosen by His Majesty to be a companion and enter the palace to accompany the prince to study.

At that time, Jiang Fuguang was only five years old, a small group of jade people, sitting upright on the small case, Xue Yu's cute little face was not smiling, and he looked serious and unapproachable, which was particularly interesting.

The school is full of boys, and everyone doesn't play with her much, and she doesn't pay much attention to people.

When he was a child, he was naughty, like a little monkey, and when he saw that she always had a straight face, he liked to come up to her and make funny things.

Finally made her laugh.

The little Fuguang carved in pink and jade, with big eyes, pursed red lips and chuckled, on the pink and white cheeks, there were two small, shallow, shallow pear vortices that would be ignored if you didn't look carefully quietly emerged, cute and terrible.

He felt that his heart had been hit, and he asked her with a sloppy face: "Why did you steal two shallow pear vortexes?" ”

"Jiang Fuguang, can you smile and show me."

"Would you like to laugh again?"

"Laugh one!"

“……”

The shallow pear vortex became the deepest secret in his heart.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Fuguang put down the curtain.

Gu Jiayan hit his horse and followed Da Yuan, his handsome face was full of smiles: "I heard that Wanjun Mountain is a holy place of Taoism, and it is the place where Taoist saints practiced in the past, is it fun on the mountain?" ”

"I went to Wanjun Mountain to seek medical treatment for my mother, not to play." Jiang Fuguang was speechless.

The concubine's body has not been very good, I heard that the head of Yunshan of Wanjun Mountain is a disciple of Taoist doctor Yu Hengzi, who is proficient in the method of adjusting his body and raising his life.

It took three days to come and go.

Gu Jiayan sneered and changed the topic: "You came back just in time, the envoys of the Northern Dynasty brought protons into Beijing, and Your Majesty will set up a banquet in the Taiji Hall to entertain the envoys of the Northern Dynasty." ”