She told Ji Ruxuan: I am very good in the palace, I eat on time every day, I will take a nap for half an hour at noon, I will take a break for half an hour of official business, I will take a break for tea, and I will soak my feet before going to bed every night to relieve my fatigue and not let myself be tired.

The imperial dining room made fish maw stewed chicken, which is not as delicious as what you make.

He also wrote a lot of court trivia, what difficulties he encountered when reviewing the recitals, how to deal with them later, and asked his opinions.

Ji Ruxuan sat on the bed, looking at the letter, and sketched in her mind what she looked like when she ate, slept, and criticized the folds.

A smile unconsciously curled up on his lips.

After reading the letters, page by page, he had to read them word by word for a long time, and after reading them, he had to stare at the ink, carefully pondering how she felt when she wrote this paragraph, and he didn't know how long it took for a letter to finally see the end.

- The night before yesterday, I had a very bad dream, in which you seemed to be in pain, and kept saying to me, it hurts, I hurt, I hurt.

- I think, kissing you, coaxing you, will you hurt better? In the future, you must tell me where you hurt.

Ji Ruxuan couldn't help but be stunned, the picture of the previous scattering of skills and attacking poison suddenly surged into her brain, she thought it was just a dream, but she didn't expect that at the same time, they all had the same dream, was she into his dream, or did he break into her dream?

He pressed a thick wad of letter paper to his chest, listened to the pounding heartbeat in his chest, and couldn't help laughing silently.

This is the first time Jiang Fuguang has written to him, and he didn't say a word about him, but the gentleness between the lines penetrates into his heart through the ink of the pen.

Ji Ruxuan suddenly got up from the bed, rushed to the small courtyard academy barefoot, and then there was a burst of rummaging through the cabinets.

Yan Qing heard the movement: "Childe, who are you?" ”

"I remember, there seems to be a pile of flower notes in the study, where did you put it?" At that time, he glanced at it casually and vaguely remembered that the pattern on it was very exquisite.

Yan Qing clasped his hands to his chest: "It's not that you said that there are bells and whistles in the flowers, and you also disdain, it's a man who would use this kind of girly thing." ”

So, are you still a man now?

Just ask you, does your face hurt or not?

Ji Ruxuan thought about it, it seemed that there was such a thing, and he felt that he couldn't hold his face, and felt that it was time to show his majesty as the master.

So he put his face on the board and split his head to cover his face: "This time and that time, I think it looks good now, I want to use it, can't I?" If you want to find it, you will find it, where is so much nonsense? How are you like Jinbao, blind all day long, annoyed to death. ”

Yan Qing, an honest man, was speechless, took down a dusty box from the top of the bookshelf, and put it on the bookcase without saying a word.

Ji Ruxuan didn't pay attention to it at all, his sleeves were used as rags, he wiped the dust, opened the box, and there was really a pile of exquisite flower notes inside.

This is the first letter he wrote to Jiang Fuguang, and it must be solemn.

Ji Ruxuan chose the west and chose Jiang Fuguang's favorite peony pattern, which is also most in line with Jiang Fuguang's peony pattern, and immediately laid paper, ground ink, dipped in ink, and lifted the pen......

Every action is full of a solemn sense of ceremony.

It was as if he was not writing a letter, but some kind of Jiao ritual sacrifice.

Yan Qing couldn't see it: "You are here, you want to write a letter to the eldest princess?" ”

Isn't that clear? Ji Ruxuan ignored him and began to ponder, what should he write in the first letter he wrote to Jiang Fuguang in his life?

He bit the tip of his pen, meditated hard, read poetry and books, and Ji Ruxuan, who was well-read, was blank in his mind at a critical time, and his eyes were dull looking at the letter paper.

Yan Qing stopped talking for a long time, and finally shut up, the son was already in a demon at this time, and he couldn't listen to anything.

This grind, a letter from noon, to the afternoon, and then to the evening, is simply a waste of sleep and food, and completely forgetful.

Yan Qing saw that his son-in-law had not been out of the room all afternoon, and decided to come over to see the situation.

Push open the door and enter the house to see, good guy, paper balls are thrown everywhere, there are more than a dozen, and the clean and tidy study has become a mess.

Raised his head and fixed his eyes, the son of the initiator had a wisp of ink on his face, his eyes were blank, his eyes were red, he was still holding a pen in his hand, and the peony note on the bookcase was blank, scratching his cheeks and ears, and his mouth was still babbling something.

Yan Qing rolled her eyes with the same style as Jinbao: "Childe, you sent the letter to the palace, is this appropriate?" ”

The palace is not better than the outside of the palace, it is a place that the prince can't control, how can you write a letter casually?

is to let Yingluo be directly delivered to the eldest princess without the hands of others, who can guarantee that in Weiyang Palace, it is an iron bucket?

Once the news leaks out, this is ironclad evidence that the eldest princess has a personal affair with someone.

At that time, Childe is also in danger of being exposed.

Of course, this possibility is very small, but it can't be a fluke because of its low probability.

Ji Ruxuan's hand holding the pen couldn't help but pause.

There was a long silence in the study.

Ji Ruxuan woke up from the madness, and the impatience to express his love also cooled down.

He looked down at the blank peony note on the desk.

In the past few days, some trivial things in the house, Lala wrote a lot of nonsensical words, and finally he had a rare poetic handful and wrote down for a long time.

——If the Yellow River continues, the white head will be lovesick.

After a letter was written, it was already twilight, and Ji Ruxuan was already dry, a thick pile, not to mention more than ten letters, stuffed into the envelope, and solemnly sealed it intact, sneaked into Jiang Fuguang's dormitory with the letter, and put it in her dressing box.

In this way, when she returns, when she dresses up in the mirror, she will see the letter he wrote.

……

The news of the changes in South Vietnam filled the government and the opposition with an air of impending storms, and even the clan, which had been making noise for several days, stopped.

After Emperor Nanxing conveyed his determination to eliminate the great disaster in South Vietnam at the court meeting, the military department immediately said that it would fully support the Lingnan war.

Subsequently, the entire military department entered active preparations for war.

On the second day, he sorted out a list of material details and sent it to the eldest princess: "This is the maximum amount of materials that can be supplied to the Qi family army at present. ”

The straight road is the war road advocated by the Ministry of Imperial Works, the mountain is opened, the bridge is built when the water is met, it is in the hands of the Ministry of War, it is usually blocked by the gate, except for regular maintenance, no one is allowed to pass.

Once the war starts, the straight road will be fully guarded and martial law, and a large number of materials will be transported by the straight road, reducing the transportation time, saving transportation costs, and ensuring transportation safety.

Difficult two watches.