Chaos scratched his head:

"Abide? This is a good word. Why didn't I think of it?

If there are any other words that sound more powerful, please tell me so that I can show off in front of the girl later."

...

In the Wutong courtyard, Huan Chaos was sitting on a soft cushion, surrounded by orioles, playing the Yao Qin in his hand, looking free and easy.

Zhao Wujiang drank slowly: "Can you still play the piano?"

Chaos raised a smile on his lips: "Learned it from someone who doesn't know how to live or die."

...

It's almost Unity time.

Imperial College.

Zhao Wujiang came to take Xiao Miaomiao home.

The students offered wine to Zhao Wujiang and saluted one after another. Master Zhao's name had spread throughout Chang'an.

Xiao Miaomiao ran out of the bustling crowd with a small book bag on her shoulders. When she saw Zhao Wujiang, she lost her usual cheerfulness and looked evasive.

Behind her was an old man, Zhang Yi, the old priest of the Imperial College. He was usually very high-ranking, but at the moment he was wearing a straight face.

Walking in front of Zhao Wujiang, Xiao Miaomiao stood timidly in front of Zhao Wujiang, tangled her little hands together and felt aggrieved, and whispered: "Master."

Zhao Wujiang was confused.

After offering wine to Zhang Yi, he retreated and walked up to Zhao Wujiang. The two of them greeted each other first, then his face darkened and he reported Miaomiao's case to Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang listened quietly to Zhang Tuizhi's steady and powerful words while offering wine, and kept nodding his head.

He learned that Miaomiao was copying ancient books and writing policy questions for Laifu and others in the Imperial College, and collecting money, and this had been going on for nearly half a year.

Zhang Tuizhi was very emotional. He said that with Mr. Zhao's current background, he should not be short of this money, and he should not let Miaomiao, a six or seven-year-old child, exchange his knowledge for money, which wasted his talent and the child's clear heart for no reason.

Many of his words meant to blame Zhao Wujiang, thinking that Zhao Wujiang had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a master.

Zhao Wujiang listened carefully, smiled and nodded, and when Zhang Tuizhi finished speaking, he nodded in thanks.

Little Miaomiao kept her head down, staring at her little shoes, stirring her clothes with her hands, not daring to raise her head to look at her master.

Zhang Tuizhi, who was offering wine, repeatedly gave his sincere advice and then left.

Zhao Wujiang knelt down, rubbed Miaomiao's hair, tilted his head to look into her evasive eyes, and said softly:

"Tell me, master, what do you need so much money for?"

"Master...don't you...don't want me anymore..." Xiao Miaomiao muttered in a low voice, with a hint of crying faintly audible.

Zhao Wujiang's heart trembled. He raised his eyebrows and squeezed out a smile:

"How could it be? How could the master not want Miaomiao?"

"Master." Miaomiao suddenly sobbed. As she cried, she poured out a tips bag from her little book bag and kept stuffing it into Zhao Wujiang's hands:

"Master... let's go... Miaomiao is rich, lots of money..."

Zhao Wujiang held the bulging brocade bag and opened the rope. It was full of banknotes and silver ingots. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, holding Miaomiao's little face with worry on his face:

"What's wrong, Miaomiao, tell Master what happened?"

Miaomiao's small breasts kept twitching, and she was out of breath from crying. She hugged Zhao Wujiang's neck tightly:

"Miaomiao dreamed that the master was gone...and he didn't want me anymore..."

Zhao Wujiang opened his mouth, his chest seemed to be a little clogged. He gently wiped away the tears on Miaomiao's cheek and said with a smile:

"Master has always been here, how could he disappear?"

"But I have been...always having this dream..." Xiao Miaomiao stared at Zhao Wujiang with red eyes, her aggrieved little face made people pity:

"Miaomiao dreamed that her master was missing and couldn't find her no matter how hard she looked...

Moreover, Master, you are becoming increasingly unhappy in Chang'an...

Let's go, let's go to other places, Miaomiao has a lot of money and can take care of the master..."

Zhao Wujiang smiled, hugged Miaomiao, his eyes were warm, and he didn't answer for a long time.

.....

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August 12, white dew.

Imperial City.

Qifeng Palace.

Zhao Wujiang knelt down on one knee, crossed his hands and saluted: "I am here to see you, Your Majesty!"

Wu Meiniang glared at him with a straight face: "What are you doing here again?"

Zhao Wujiang has been in and out of Qifeng Palace more and more frequently in the past month since the Ghost Festival. She used to be indifferent to each other, but now she feels resentful and irritated when she sees Zhao Wujiang. He always comes to disturb her when dealing with political affairs.

.

But deep down in her heart, she often feels that the years are peaceful. Now the court is at peace, the officials are in harmony, and the people's livelihood is getting better. Everything is developing in a good direction. Although she is busy with political affairs, she can see Zhao Wujiang every day.

, she is satisfied with everything.

"I'm here to take your pulse, Your Majesty."

Zhao Wujiang smiled and sat next to Wu Meiniang.

Now Wu Meiniang's belly is slightly bulging and she is reviewing memorials. Qing'er is holding a small bronze mirror and swinging around the room, not knowing what she is looking at.

Wu Meiniang felt the warm hands moving around and caressing her lower abdomen. She said angrily: "Is this how you feel your pulse?"

"Oops, I touched the wrong place." Zhao Wujiang laughed and his hands began to move up and down restlessly.

"Pah." Wu Meiniang slapped his hand away and said with a frown:

"Help me read the memorial!"

A bunch of memorials were pushed in front of Zhao Wujiang. He sighed and lazily picked up a memorial.

[Your Majesty, there is heavy rain in the three states of Longyou today.

Observation History of Longyou Road, August 10th]

[Your Majesty, it’s raining all over Longyou Road today.

Observation history of Longyou Road, the ninth day of August]

[Your Majesty, today Longyou Road is located in one state, and it rains in other states, which is suspected to be auspicious.

Observation history of Longyou Road, the eighth day of August.】

【......】

Zhao Wujiang took several volumes of memorials from this Longyou Dao observer, and they were all about trivial matters.

What the hell are these things... He picked up another book casually, his eyes widened when he saw it, he sat upright suddenly, and saw that the memorial said:

【Your Majesty, I miss you often.

Observation History of Lingnan Road, August 10th.]

"Drag the treacherous ministers and traitors, drag them out and kill them." Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows.

Wu Meiniang covered her mouth and smiled softly.

Zhao Wujiang picked up the memorials again. Seven out of ten were reporting on the weather, and the rest were about missing the emperor and expressing his gratitude for his great kindness.

"Your Majesty, I miss you so much. Why haven't you summoned me to sleep with you?" Zhao Wujiang coquettishly changed his voice and applied it to Wu Meiniang like a dog-skin plaster.

Wu Meiniang smiled coquettishly and kept pushing.

"Your Majesty, there is an urgent letter from Lingnan Road Observation History." A high-pitched voice sounded outside the door.

Zhao Wujiang frowned, Wu Meiniang quickly pushed Zhao Wujiang away, straightened the collar of the palace skirt that was slightly torn open, and instantly became full of majesty:

"Come in."

The old eunuch lowered his eyebrows and held a wooden box in his hands, placing it respectfully beside the case. Then he stood quietly with his head lowered. From the beginning to the end, his eyes never raised at all, as if he had not seen Zhao Wujiang.

Wu Meiniang picked up the wooden box and pushed open the seal. There were two letters inside. Then she picked up the first letter and slowly opened it, and Zhao Wujiang's head followed.

[Report to Your Majesty, today is the beginning of Youchu, and the land has fallen to the southeast!

In Wuzhou, Lingnan, Cangwu Mountain, which is more than ten miles in radius, collapsed and fell ten feet into the ground. Some unfortunate people were buried in the dust. Currently, the total number is 2,152.

There was an old man who wielded a sword and saved more than a hundred civilians with his sword. He handed over a handwritten letter from the old minister, indicating that Zhao Wujiang and Mr. Zhao personally signed it.

Now, at the Cangwu collapse, the veteran has gone to investigate with the dead man, but for some reason, the veteran feels that it is difficult to return.

However, as an observer of history and an official who is the father and mother of the people in Lingnan, I must go and observe.

Your Majesty, I miss you often and wish you long health.

Observation History of Lingnan Road, Wu Lixin, 8
Chapter completed!