"If you want to check the old party, you have to start with private salt." At the beginning, it was to explore the old party that he came into contact with private salt, and later fell step by step.

Jiang Fuguang's footsteps paused slightly, and he left without saying a word.

Fan Siqing hurriedly greeted him, looked at the secret guard holding a treasure box in his hand, and hurriedly lowered his head: "Xiaguan will send you away." ”

What was in the box was Cheng Anhou's deepest secret, and it was by no means something he could snoop on.

Maybe the eldest princess already knew it, so she deliberately avoided people's eyes and quietly, and quietly came to see Cheng Anhou without alarming anyone.

Jiang Fuguang bowed his head: "Please keep today's matter confidential, I haven't been here today, everything about Cheng'anhou is still the same." ”

Fan Siqing hurriedly responded, leading the eldest princess to leave through a corner gate, and a low-key carriage stopped in the shadow of the back alley.

Jiang Fuguang got into the carriage, his tense body was relaxed, and he realized that he had unconsciously broken out in a cold sweat, and his back was flooded with a lingering bone-eating chill.

There is no other reason, because although there are many clues provided by Cheng Anhou, most of them are messy, and there is always a lack of some key information, and the people involved are all over the court and outside, but there is always a lack of some key personnel, which also makes her completely realize how deep the water of the old school remnants is.

She raised her eyes to look at the treasure box on the table, and seemed to have a lot of clues, but there were so many clues that it was difficult to explore.

Cheng Anhou is right, with her current control over the court, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to investigate the old party.

Jiang Fuguang's heart suddenly surged with a thick exhaustion.

Why did she feel even more uneasy after getting Cheng Anhou's confession?

She even had a strong intuition that the truth behind the remnants of the old school might be far more cruel than she imagined.

That's not what she's getting to right now.

Ji Ruxuan shook her hand, the tentacles were cold, he took the cloak on the side and draped it on her: "It's a big deal that the soldiers will block it, and the water will flood." ”

Jiang Fuguang's heart trembled, her eyebrows were lowered, her eyelashes couldn't help but tremble, there was silence in the carriage for a moment, she raised her head and chuckled: "Actually, with you, I'm not afraid of anything." ”

Yes, she watched "The Biography of the Yu Family" since she was five years old, and saw the tragic fate of the Yu family, as if she saw the Qi family's tomorrow, now her grandfather is in good health, A-Niang's illness has recovered, Cheng'an Hou has been imprisoned, the Lin family has gone to Shuiyue Nunnery, the Taiwei Mansion has no constraints, and the Qi family army is fine.

"From the moment you came to me, everything was getting better." She laughed.

It's over, Ji Ruxuan covered her face with her hands, this girl has been smeared with honey on her mouth for the past two days, so sweet, she coaxed him all the time.

Jiang Fuguang was speechless: "Why are you covering your face, you look so good-looking, and it's not unsightly." ”

came again, Ji Ruxuan couldn't bear it, and leaned over to kiss her.

Jiang Fuguang was startled, and subconsciously dodged: "What are you doing." ”

"Taste, if you have honey in your mouth." After speaking, Ji Ruxuan picked up her face, and really took her lips and tasted it.

As a result, the two were obsessed with this taste for a long time.

Ji Ruxuan reluctantly let go, holding her face with both hands, the tip of her nose touched the tip of her nose, and rubbed gently: "It's so sweet." ”

Jiang Fuguang's eyes are like silk.

Ji Ruxuan laughed lowly: "How much you hurt me, the sword mountain and the sea of fire, hell, I will go for you," he kissed the tip of her nose, and his voice was hoarse, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." ”

Jiang Fuguang stopped laughing, and whispered: "Who let you sword the mountain and the sea of fire, hell is endless, I just want you to accompany me." ”

I've always been with me.

But he's leaving, and during this time, he's getting more and more pestering and getting more and more tired.

Her heart was astringent, but her smile was soft and bright.

Seeing her delicate lips like flowers, with beads and spouts, a piece of seductiveness, Ji Ruxuan couldn't help herself, lowered her head, and held her lips.

He is gentle and delicate.

……

With the defeat of Cheng'anhou, the remnants of the old school surfaced, and the clues that can be obtained through Cheng'anhou are only the tip of the iceberg, and even Cheng'anhou can't resist the people, the spearhead is further pointed at the clan, and it also proves that the direction of Jiang Fuguang's exploration is not wrong.

But the huge clan is intertwined, and it is the foundation of the Southern Dynasty, and the interests of the Jiang Dynasty are closely shared.

Don't say it's her, even her father can't act easily.

Jiang Fuguang pondered for a long time, and after returning to the eldest princess's mansion, he immediately changed into Zhai clothes, brought the confession of Cheng'an Hou, and entered the palace to face the saint.

Xiao Dezi learned that the eldest princess had entered the palace, and waited on the road where the south study and the Liangyi Hall intersected, and when the chamberlain led the eldest princess over, he immediately stepped forward on his knees.

Jiang Fuguang was stunned: "Your Majesty is not in the South Study?" ”

My father has always been diligent in government, and this time should be in the review and review, and the ministers should be summoned.

Xiao Dezi bowed his knees and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is in the Liangyi Palace, thanks to the eldest princess's ability, Your Majesty can also save a little." ”

Thinking that recently, there have been more and more twists and turns sent to the eldest princess's mansion, Jiang Fuguang bowed his head and stopped asking.

As soon as he arrived at the Liangyi Palace, Jiang Fuguang keenly felt that there were more guards near the Liangyi Palace, and the palace people in the hall were the same as usual, but if they were careful, they could find that the palace people kept their distance, and there was almost no communication with each other, not even a look.

With a sigh in his heart, Jiang Fuguang had a bad premonition.

Her hunch was quickly confirmed, Xiao Dezi did not take Jiang Fuguang to the study, but went to his father's bedroom.

Jiang Fuguang's brain buzzed, lifted a step weighing more than 1,000 catties, stepped into the inner hall, and saw Emperor Nanxing wearing a middle single, leaning on the pillow, A-Niang sitting on the edge of the bed, feeding medicine to his father, and the dormitory exuded a strong smell of medicine.

After Emperor Nanxing drank the medicine, he saw Jiang Fuguang and smiled: "Ah Yan is here." ”

His face was haggard, and he didn't have the slightest majesty of the king of a country on his face, but looked a little weak and old, Jiang Fuguang's eyes couldn't help but turn red, handed the treasure box to Zhang Dequan, and walked forward quickly.

Mu Guifei put down the medicine bowl, turned her head, quickly wiped away the tears that were on the verge of her eyes from the corners of her eyes, and retreated to the side.

Jiang Fuguang knelt on the edge of the bed and held his father's hand: "Father, what's going on?" ”

"People eat grains and grains, how can anyone not get sick," Emperor Nanxing took out the hand she was holding, patted her hand, and comforted, "Fortunately, now that you can help me share the burden, I can also live and recuperate." ”

Jiang Fuguang looked at his father's decrepit face, and his heart was full of uneasiness: "What did the imperial doctor say? Is it serious? How to raise? ”

"It's just that I'm seriously sick and need to be recuperated for a while." Emperor Nanxing avoided the important and light, and his expression seemed very peaceful.

Zhang Dequan turned his head over, his eyes were red, His Majesty was seriously ill from hard work, and he had dried himself up, and there was already a sign that the oil had run out.

(End of chapter)