There was a moment of silence in the room.

Jiang Fuguang tried to break the somewhat stiff atmosphere: "It's just a little injury, it's almost ......"

Ji Ruxuan's eyes were deep, without saying a word, he opened the cotton cloth that bandaged his shoulder, and at the end of the collarbone under the shoulder, three wounds that had been scabbed were particularly eye-catching on the coagulation of the skin as bright as snow.

He observed for a moment, and his voice was a little dark: "It was injured by a hairpin." ”

Jiang Fuguang opened his mouth to explain, but his cold voice continued to sound: "In the past few days, there has been no news of the assassin's assassination in the palace, judging from the location of the wound, it was your own doing." ”

Jiang Fuguang had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and began to think about how to get by.

Thinking of Qi Yanhuai's angry appearance yesterday, Ji Ruxuan's throat trembled: "There is still slight redness and swelling around the wound, and from the healing situation, the injury has been about six or seven days." ”

"That ......," she just opened her mouth.

"On the day of the birthday banquet of the king of Changjun, His Majesty summoned you to the palace and was injured." Ji Ruxuan blocked her words, her eyebrows tightened for a moment, and a red vertical line appeared.

"I ......" Fang Yi opened his lips.

"It's because I coerce the king of the county, so the king of Changjun wants to dispose of me." Ji Ruxuan fixed on her.

With his shoulders exposed to the air, Jiang Fuguang trembled lightly, feeling a little cold: "I just, I don't want you to worry." ”

"I am reluctant to worry," Ji Ruxuan re-bandaged and fixed the cotton yarn and twisted up the placket, "but she is willing to let me suffer from lovesickness." ”

Jiang Fuguang, who was just about to open his lips to explain, couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "What nonsense." ”

"Don't you say that there are thousands of pains and pains in this world, and they are not as good as lovesickness," Ji Ruxuan sighed, "Do you feel sorry for me, or do you deliberately torture me?" ”

Jiang Fuguang thought about it, it made sense.

Ji Ruxuan suddenly pressed her to her chest: "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt anymore." She's talking about the present.

Ji Ruxuan's eyes were dark, and the hairpin wound on her shoulder seemed to be pierced in his heart, and there were bursts of pain. All that lingers in my brain is the scar of that place, the wound is very deep, and if it is not carefully maintained, it will leave an indelible scar.

Thinking that he didn't believe it, Jiang Fuguang raised his head from his arms and emphasized: "It really doesn't hurt anymore." ”

"I hurt." Ji Ruxuan said in a hoarse voice.

Jiang Fuguang hurriedly asked: "Is it the exercise that backs up ......?"

"I'm distressed." Ji Ruxuan stared at her.

"Then I'll coax you, and it won't hurt." Jiang Fuguang approached him and kissed him on the lips.

"You're really one," Ji Ruxuan chuckled and held her little face, "Big baby, be careful." ”

It's too painful.

Jiang Fuguang felt that he was smiling with bad intentions, muttering, a little annoyed, but she didn't know that her lips were fragrant, and she looked even more delicate and plump, Ji Ruxuan raised her face, lowered her head and kissed it, her lips touched, and they were immediately entangled, and it was difficult to separate.

Jiang Fuguang's body was soft, he couldn't stop falling back, and fell on the soft couch, Ji Ruxuan overturned down, and pulled out a phoenix golden hairpin from her hair, and the placket was loose again, and Ji Ruxuan imprinted the kiss on the wound through a layer of cotton yarn.

"Ah Yan," Ji Ruxuan hugged her and kissed her sideburns, "You're so good." ”

She made all the suffering he had suffered in the past seem to have solace.

Jiang Fuguang raised his head slightly, the tip of his nose rubbed the tip of his nose, and a shallow pear vortex appeared on the side of his cheeks, "Compared to you fighting with your life, I ......"

Ji Ruxuan interrupted her: "It can't be counted like this. ”

She looked at him suspiciously.

Ji Ruxuan stroked her cheeks lightly, and her voice was hoarse, "You have been working very hard, trying very hard to be good to me." ”

"I've always had me in my heart."

"I give you life to protect you, and you give me gentleness."

"What you give is exactly what I want in this life, and it is worth it in the world."

Jiang Fuguang closed his eyes, pillowed his head on his chest, and couldn't help laughing: "Then you are really easy to be satisfied......

couldn't help but pause, and his eyes suddenly felt a little sour.

In the eyes of many people, what is easy to get is something that Ji Ruxuan has never gotten in the previous twenty-one years of life.

"I'll accompany you in the future," Jiang Fuguang rubbed his chest, even if they were separated, "Nianjun is a hundred years old." ”

Nian Jun is 100 years old.

She is always so gentle and firm, so she smiled at him, and she was so tender and tender, she was liked by such a woman, she felt firm and peaceful both physically and mentally, she made him no longer a wild dog who was evil and wandering, let him have a home, and live like a person.

……

The sky and water are clear, and the autumn and winter weather begin.

The beginning of winter is approaching, the weather is getting colder and colder, a charcoal cage is placed in the dormitory, the warmth is warm, Jiang Fuguang Qu is on the couch, looking at the letter written by Ji Ruxuan to her.

The letter was placed in her dressing box, and was found when she returned to the dormitory after she had finished her official duties, freshened up, sat down in front of the dressing mirror, and opened the dressing box.

There were a total of six letters, which was exactly the number of days she entered the palace.

In the letter, Lala wrote a few trivial things.

told her that he obediently took medicine every day, complained that the medicine prescribed by Dr. Shi was too bitter, and asked her aggrievedly: I am so well-behaved, when you come back, is there any reward?

If the Yellow River continues, the white head is lovesick.

He also wrote in the letter: I heard that I think about the day and dream at night, I decided to try if I can meet you in my dreams, so I also specially practiced the knife technique for two hours, and I was tired and lay down, but why the more I want to sleep, the more I can't sleep?

I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it.

Leisurely, tossing and turning.

Seeing this, Jiang Fuguang couldn't help but burst out laughing and continued to look down.

He chattered and said: Buried in the osmanthus tree under the osmanthus brew, has been brewed, when you come back, I will make you osmanthus wine stuffed meatballs, until winter, drink three or two cups before going to bed, very good, wait for you to come back.

At the end of the letter, he left a small poem.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds, and the memory of the monarch is separated from the sky.

The little slave who is not a black loach quietly hid in the carriage, trying to sneak into the palace, and was carried off the carriage by me, it dared to bare its teeth and crack its teeth, and screamed at me, hum, I can't even enter the palace to see you, why let it enter the palace?

Jiang Fuguang curled up on the bed, read the letter word by word, sleepiness welled up on her eyelids, she yawned, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, supported her eyelids, failed to resist the erosion of sleepiness, and fell asleep.

The curtain hung low, the dim light sprinkled on her, and she curled up on her side, like a moon, holding the letter loosely in her hand.

She slept soundly, her little face flushed slightly.

A sweet smile on her lips is delicate and seductive.

Ji Ruxuan sat on the edge of the bed, stared at her for a long time, gently took the letter in her hand, put it next to the pillow, lowered her head and branded a light kiss on her forehead: "Good dream." ”

When he woke up the next day, halfway through the hour and it was still dark outside, Jiang Fuguang finished freshening up, took the five-color silk, and braided a delicate diamond knot.

Ji Ruxuan waited outside the hall for a while, but didn't see her come out, seeing that the hour had arrived, and at this time before, she had gone to the study to deal with official business.