Although the father gave the mother the honor she deserved, the mother was still a head short in front of Queen Lin.

"Just now, out of this palace gate, it will rot into the stomach," Mu Guifei saw her aggrieved face, and softened her tone, "The two dynasties of the north and south have been at war for many years, and the Taiwei Mansion has also sacrificed a lot, this time Cheng'en Gong defeated the Northern Dynasty, ordered the Northern Dynasty to cede the city, paid huge compensation, and sent protons to negotiate peace, which is related to the peace of the two countries, and it is a matter of merit at the moment, and your father and emperor should treat Cheng Engong well." ”

Jiang Fuguang felt sarcastic: "Zuo is just a meritorious achievement obtained by stepping on Qi's blood and tears." ”

If it weren't for the fact that fifteen years ago, my grandfather defeated the army of the Northern Dynasties, and General Yu died in battle, which caused the decline of the Yu family, the first military general of the Northern Dynasties, and now Cheng Engong can still beat the Northern Dynasties?

There are no tigers in the mountains of the Northern Dynasty, but the monkey Chengengong has gained momentum.

"Why are you more and more open-mouthed," Mu Guifei looked helpless, but she also acquiesced in her words, "The Chengen Mansion is now in full swing, and the Taiwei Mansion avoids its edge, taking into account the overall situation, in order for the next peace negotiations between the two countries to be smoother, you should pay more attention in the future." ”

Taiwei Mansion and Cheng'en Mansion have never dealt with each other, Taiwei Mansion used to be the main war in the north, and the Northern Dynasty has been at war for generations, and the Northern Dynasty definitely does not want it.

But the Cheng'en Mansion, which is in the limelight, may not think like this, and Queen Lin and her family will not let go of this opportunity and spare no effort to suppress the Taiwei Mansion.

Think about what Ji Ruxuan said when he walked into the city with his feet shackled and walked into the city?

One trades off the other.

Has anyone mentioned it, the merits of the Qi family of the Taiwei Mansion?

Jiang Fuguang didn't want to mention this bad thing anymore, annoying his mother: "I invited a Taoist master from Wanjun Mountain who is good at adjusting his body and recuperating his life to regulate your body for you, you have to get better as soon as possible." ”

"Okay, the concubine will listen to you," Mu Guifei's heart warmed, and she took her hand, "Ah Yan, during this time, are you still used to living outside the palace?" ”

Ah Yan is the nickname given to her by her mother, from jade, Yansheng, and Meiyu.

"Jade" and "Yan" are "Yan", which means the color of jade, which is as brilliant and beautiful as a rising flame.

Last year, Jiang Fuguang and Xu, her father gave her the small word 'Fuyan'.

With the name of 'Fuguang', there is a sense of contrast.

"You're worrying about it again," Jiang Fuguang smiled, "It took more than five years to build the princess's mansion alone, inside and out, everything is handled by the mother concubine, what's wrong, you can rest assured." ”

When the prince and princess next to him became adults, they all gave a mansion that was not big or small in Dongzheng Street, replaced it with a plaque of "erection", and the matter was over.

But her father favored her, and ordered the Ministry of Engineering to supervise the construction of the best area in Dongzheng Street.

This incident once set off quite a stir in the government and the opposition.

Later, his father indicated that all the applications for the construction of Princess Fuguang's mansion were spent from his private treasury, and the turmoil gradually subsided.

……

When Jiang Fuguang left the palace, it was already evening.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun dyes the clouds on the horizon into gorgeous and colorful clouds, and the glow shines through the layers of clouds, and the heaven and earth are plated with a faint golden glow, which is particularly magnificent.

The carriage slowly drove into East Street, where it joined another carriage at the corner.

The gauze curtain at the window of the car was raised, Jiang Fuguang glanced at it and saw the person sitting in the carriage next to him: "Ji Ruxuan, the prince of the Northern Dynasty?" ”

Ji Ruxuan's legs are domineering, standing on both sides, the upper body is slightly bowed forward, the rugged body, the mountains and seas are in a posture, as if containing endless fierceness. The face is sickly white, and the more the contours are deeper.

I don't know what he's thinking, there is an inexplicable cold smile on his lips, but there is no smile in his eyes.

As if sensing the prying eyes, he turned his head.

The moment the eyes collided, the air almost froze.

Jiang Fuguang clearly felt that his calm eyes were like a deep whirlpool, and under the whirlpool there were fierce and dangerous undercurrents colliding, surging, and torrenting.

It's terrifying.

In just a moment, the young man bent his lips, looking gentle and innocent, stretched out his hand, and waved at her: "Your Royal Highness Princess, what a coincidence, we met again." ”

Jiang Fuguang bowed his head, Ji Ruxuan should be placed in the Sifang Pavilion at this time?

"That's right," Ji Ruxuan seemed to suddenly remember something, leaned on the car window, and smiled at her, "I was on the street before, and I haven't had time to thank Her Royal Highness the princess for relieving me." ”

Jiang Fuguang shook his head: "I also do things according to etiquette, you don't have to thank me." ”

Ji Ruxuan smiled deeply.

The two carriages walked together for a while, and Ji Ruxuan's carriage turned around and drove towards an old house not far away, with a new plaque of 'Beiyuan' hanging on the door.

It should be the residence arranged by Honglu Temple for Ji Ruxuan in the Southern Dynasty.

It's very close to the palace.

It is also a heavily guarded place.

She ordered someone to escort Ji Ruxuan to the Sifang Pavilion for placement, thinking that she would come to Honglu Temple to know the severity, but after Ji Ruxuan went to the Sifang Pavilion, she was sent to Dongzheng Street.

Blatantly disobey her.

"Honglu Temple, is this even ignoring the etiquette of the country?" Her eyes were slightly gloomy, and her tone was deep and indiscernible, "Who is the lord in charge of receiving the prince of the Northern Dynasty?" ”

"It's Zuoqing of Honglu Temple, Jiang Shaoqing." Yingluo replied.

Honglu Temple has a temple qing, the rank is from the third grade, the left and right Shaoqing two, the Shaoqing lives under the temple, the rank is the fourth grade, and it is the deputy who holds the real power.

"Don't eat the toast, eat the penalty wine," Jiang Fuguang's voice was cold, "You go to the Ministry of Rites to spread the word, I returned to Beijing today, and I was bumped into by the official in charge of escorting the Ministry of Rites." ”

Yingluo has a bottom in her heart, the government decree of Honglu Temple is inherited from the Ministry of Rites of Shangshu Province, and a young secretary is just a young secretary, but he also humiliates the prince of another country on the street, and ignores the princess's order.

It's true that some people don't know whether to live or die.

Things to the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Rites can not sit idly by, the decree of the Ministry of Rites, then rely on a "rite" word, Honglu Temple does not follow the "rites" to do things, transgress the country "rites", but also committed to the princess, no matter what, the Ministry of Rites must give the princess an explanation, do not allow Honglu Temple to pass the test.

Not far away, the canopy carriage slowly disappeared into the street.

Ji Ruxuan jumped out of the carriage, looked at the last trace of the sunset on the horizon, and was about to be swallowed by the darkness, and laughed silently: "It's getting dark." ”

Twilight is four, and the lights are on.

A low-key blue-topped carriage, along a sandwich road on East Street, recovering more than 100 zhang, not far away, a secluded house, hidden in the dim light, seems lonely and silent.

As soon as the carriage stopped, out of it came a middle-aged man with a big belly, who had drunk a lot of wine, his face was purple with sauce, and his swollen eyes were drunk and hazy.

It is Jiang Shaoqing of Honglu Temple.