"Your brother is right." She has a cloudy bun, and when she dances, a few strands of hair are scattered on her cheeks, looking coquettish, and Ji Ruxuan brushes a strand of messy hair behind her ear.

"Huh?" She looked dazed.

Ji Ruxuan chuckled: "I must let you drink less in the future." ”

How can such a well-behaved little Ayan be seen by others?

Such a graceful dance, it is best for him to see it alone.

"Jun Xuan," after dancing for a long time, Fuguang's legs were a little weak, and he didn't stand firm, so he threw himself into his arms and raised his face, "You will only look at me in the future." ”

The candlelight was like fire, her loose placket, a white neck, and a slender and heartbreaking.

"Okay." Ji Ruxuan hugged her waist.

"Jun Xuan......" Fuguang raised his hand, hooked his neck, and raised his eyes to look at each other.

Ji Ruxuan's eyes were lowered, and she was still still.

The two breaths slowly intertwined, intertwined, blended, and inseparable.

The corners of Fuguang's mouth curled, and he suddenly stood on tiptoe, and his soft, fresh lips kissed him on the lips, and his smile was sweet.

"Like you."

Ji Ruxuan's whole body shook violently, and his brain went blank.

The faint fragrance on her body, as the sweat spreads, becomes more and more intense, and wisps of it penetrate into his nose, and his eyes are turbulent: "What did you just say?" ”

"I like you," her breath was entwined, her breath blended, she looked up at him, her red lips were sweet, "I really like it, I like it very much." ”

Ji Ruxuan smiled, getting closer and closer to her, under the dim candle flame, his eyebrows and eyes were slight, and she opened her eyes wide, wanting to see more clearly.

"Close your eyes." His voice was hoarse.

Fuguang was stunned, closed his eyes obediently, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, he lovingly held her little face, looked at her plump and delicate lips, and lowered his head to cover his lips.

……

On the day Jiang Fuguang left Xin'an County, the autumn was crisp, the wind was beautiful, and the endless buckwheat fields were surging in the wind.

The ten-mile long street was crowded with people who had survived the disaster, and the crowd was boiling, and everyone excitedly shouted for the eldest princess to see her off.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard, and at the forefront were hundreds of garrison troops, dressed in armor, carrying long bows, and long swords at their waists.

The carriage of the eldest princess was heavily guarded by a hundred forest guards who followed closely behind, and there was a black-clothed secret guard sitting on the roof of the car, wearing a mask, with a long knife with a pitch-black body on his legs, his dark eyes were dark and cold, wisps of red light faintly appeared under his eyes, and there was a blood-devouring killing intent all over his body.

The morning sun was shining, and the carriage was bathed in a brilliant golden light.

Jiang Fuguang lifted the curtains of the car, looked at the people on both sides of the road, and shouted, "Let's all go back!" ”

"The Eldest Princess......"

A moment later, the silence was broken by a crying cry, and someone fell to his knees and bowed in thanksgiving.

When this sound sounded, the other people came back to their senses one after another, and then knelt on the ground, and hundreds of people rushed forward, shouting for the eldest princess Chitose, and crying loudly.

It was the eldest princess who helped them fight the floods, prevent the epidemics, free them from their misery, let them return to their hometowns to live again, and let the affected land grow crops again.

"Eldest Princess!"

"Woo!"

"Whew!"

The people on both sides of the long street knelt on the ground, and everyone was crying.

Fuguang's eyes flashed with tears, he gently raised the corners of his lips, and smiled at the people on both sides of the long street: "Everyone go back!" ”

This smile will go out of the East and follow my threshold.

Suddenly, the brilliance bloomed.

The carriage moved forward slowly, the crowd was like weaving, thousands of heads were crowded, and the carriage was moving forward step by step, stretching for hundreds of miles.

Thousands of eyes were condensed on the carriage guarded by layers, and a cry of reluctance and loss came out, and the waves were churning and surging.

Supporting their backbones, it's time to go.

The carriage drove out of Xin'an County, and the people were reluctant to leave, and Jiang Fuguang stopped repeatedly, so that Yingluo's persuasion was fruitless.

Not long after, there was a sound of horses' hooves in the direction of Hangzhou, and the convoy stopped.

Jiang Fuguang lifted the curtain and looked outside the carriage, and on the mountain road not far away, a gray-blue figure sat on the back of the horse, looking at her.

Looking at each other, Jiang Fuguang smiled.

After a while, Yue Ting came over with a sandalwood box: "Chu Mao came to see off the eldest princess and asked the last general to transfer this box to you." ”

Jiang Fuguang opened the box, and there was a thumb-sized Qingtian stone inside, with the connotation of qi veins, as bright as jade, which was the one that Chu Zhuanglou had been wearing on his body, and the emblem of the Chu family was carved on it.

Although the Chu family has been a businessman for generations, it is also a bit legendary, it is rumored that each generation of the Chu family has a "bi", when they meet someone who is destined, they will send this "bi" out, and when they "return to Chu" in the future, it is the time when the Chu family fulfills its promise.

This generation's "Chu Shibi", Chu Zhuanglou gave it to her.

She smiled slightly: "Thank him for me." ”

Yue Ting took the order.

The carriage continued to move forward, and a long flute suddenly sounded not far away.

Fuguang lifted the curtains of the car.

In the mountain pavilion in front, there is a slender figure, like a jade tree, planted between the mountains and rivers.

It's Yue Chen.

The sound of the flute echoed for a long time, Yue Chen looked at the carriage and walked away, he was determined to become an official since he was a child, ask for life for the people, and serve the country, he was admitted to the middle school at the age of nine, and achieved Maocai fame at the age of fifteen, and studied in Taixue for three years, and was recommended by the division commander to enter the household department to watch the government, how great the future is, but everything was ruined in a fire.

At that time, he had been away from his hometown for three years, and he was about to enter the court, so he took advantage of the gap to return to his hometown and province, and his classmates invited him to meet in the teahouse, and he was drugged in the tea, and then the teahouse caught fire, but fortunately, the third brother Yue Ting was nearby, and he came in time to save his life.

But one of his faces was also burned by the fire, leaving an ugly scar that could never be recovered.

The proud son of heaven who is amazing and brilliant falls from heaven to hell.

Yue Chen's future was ruined.

Outsiders ridiculed him, his clansmen laughed at him, his friends ridiculed him, and the elders shook their heads and sighed when they saw him...... Everybody was going to trample him into the mud.

He was also desperate and confused.

originally thought that he would be buried in the courtyard of the deep house for the rest of his life.

Until he met Jiang Fuguang, the eldest princess of the protectorate.

It was she who inspected the imperial court and made the imperial court make an exception to use him as the Xin'an County Order, so that he could display his ambitions.

The sound of the flute became more and more sonorous and agitated, through the mountain wind, through the endless wheat waves.

The people who followed the car looked curiously.

In the mountain pavilion, the white-clothed son of the turbid world saw off their eldest princess with a sonorous and agitated "Plugged Song".

……

On the way back, it was the official post that went, Wen Yiqian and Huang Jingzhou were also in the accompanying column, and the officials related to the destruction of the embankment were also detained at the back of the team.

In the evening of this day, the sun was setting, the convoy arrived at Huai'an Station, Fuguang got off the carriage, and suddenly heard a shout, she stopped and looked back.

Under the sunset, Gu Jiayan rode a horse and galloped.

Jiang Fuguang was a little surprised.