Zhao Wujiang's voice was low, "Later I found out that in order to support me in school, she had already become ill from overwork.

On the way to collect herbs, I fell again and suffered internal injuries. I forced myself to walk to the outside of the courtyard, which was only separated by a wall. I couldn't see me for the last time and collapsed."

Zhao Wujiang had already noticed the tears welling up in Wu Meiniang's bright eyes.

Sure enough, women are all emotional creatures, and the future empress is no exception.

He continued to be sad and tightened his clothes in response to the night breeze, looking like he was so sad and cold.

But suddenly.

Zhao Wujiang felt a warmth on his back.

Turning his head, he discovered that Wu Meiniang had unknowingly taken off her cloak and put it on him.

Zhao Wujiang's heart felt warm for no reason.

This woman is quite good at taking care of others.

Just as he was about to speak, Wu Meiniang's jade finger lightly touched his lips and said softly: "Don't add sorrow to the past."

Zhao Wujiang subconsciously grabbed Wu Meiniang's beautiful hand, and the latter did not resist. After all, Zhao Wujiang held his hand like this on the way here.

Under the bright moon, the two were tightly connected.

"Hey, Zhao Wujiang, empress, what are you doing?"

At this time, Qing'er's voice was bright and she also ran to the pavilion.

She looked at Zhao Wujiang and Wu Meiniang, and found that they were both looking at her. She couldn't help but wonder: "Huh? Why are you looking at me?"

She touched her pretty face and checked whether there was anything else on her dress.

"You look ugly."

"You know how to eat in a day, be careful and you will become a little fat man."

Zhao Wujiang and Wu Meiniang spoke at the same time, as if they were trying to resolve the embarrassment of their anger at the height of their love.

"Humph, I'll ignore you. You guys are definitely not doing anything good by being so sneaky."

Qing'er raised her mouth and took out a snack box from nowhere.

There were four exquisite emerald-colored pastries lying in the food box. Qing'er picked up one and put it in her mouth, with a happy look on her face.

"Xiao Zhaozi, do you want to eat?"

She handed the snack box to Zhao Wujiang, raising her little head slightly and looking excited.

"You can eat half of it."

Zhao Wujiang was stunned that Qing'er was so generous and agreed to let him eat half of the food.

"How much can I eat?" Wu Meiniang covered her mouth and smiled, jokingly.

"Well..." Qing'er tilted her little head, thought about it seriously, and said, "Your Majesty, you can have one."

…

The second day.

Zhao Wujiang stretched and recalled the romantic date with Wu Meiniang last night, feeling warm in his heart.

But for a man.

There are girls to date and a career to pursue.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wujiang arrived at the Secretariat Department.

Crossing the gate of the Secretary's Department, a young man saw Zhao Wujiang coming. He first saluted him and then left in a hurry. Apparently he went to report.

Sure enough, after a while, the fat Secretary Cheng trotted over with a smile on his face.

"My lord, when you come, you may be greeted at a distance, or you may be greeted at a distance."

"Secretary Cheng-sama, you don't have to be polite."

"It should be, it should be. I wonder what important matters Mr. Zhao has here this time?"

"The imperial examination is coming soon, I want to check some books."

Zhao Wujiang said calmly that he was indeed here to check the books, but just to verify one of his skills "Memory Recall".

He thought of a way to use memory retrieval, which was to quickly flip through the books, and then use the memory retrieval skill to see if he could retrace successfully and achieve photographic memory.

Under the leadership of Secretary Cheng, Zhao Wujiang came to the Sibu Library Pavilion.

The four libraries of A, B, B, and D are just one of the places where the Secretary’s Department collects books.

But Zhao Wujiang was still amazed that an attic could contain so many books.

As he walked along, he met a few people who had made fun of them yesterday and were wiping the dust off the bookshelves.

They also saw Zhao Wujiang, who was wearing the official uniform of Secretary Lang. The same piece of clothing looked so handsome on him.

Their expressions were extremely unnatural, but they still bowed and saluted. They were not fools. From the reaction of Secretary Cheng, they knew that Zhao Wujiang was not an ordinary person.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wujiang had reached the depths of the attic. The collection of books here were all extremely profound and complex.

He picked up a book casually, which was the "Daye Supplementary Records" which recorded the Daye years of the Sui Dynasty.

He was about to flip through it when a slightly older, doubtful and slightly angry voice sounded.

"Are you done yet?"

An old man with gray hair and good spirits walked over, with a sullen look on his face.

Zhao Wujiang thought he looked familiar, and when he recalled it, he found that he was the servant of Wang Yifang, Wei Zheng's niece's son-in-law.

"You secretaries are not doing your job every day. Aren't you convinced that you lost to my master yesterday? You sent a new secretary to bother my master today?"

After hearing the words of the old servant of the Wang family, Zhao Wujiang realized that he thought he was the person invited by the secretary yesterday.

"If you are not convinced, you can go to the sea of ​​​​books and study instead of taking some crooked ways!"

The old servant of the Wang family took out a green token from his arms and said with pride:

"Have you seen this token? It was given to my master by the current Holy Emperor. My master was the imperial examination invigilator for the sixth year of Yonghui!"

Zhao Wujiang looked a little strange when he saw the blue token that the old servant took out. This token had a sea of ​​books on one side and the Chinese character "Tang" with dancing dragons and phoenixes on the other side. He happened to have one too.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yifang was also one of the invigilators.

He slowly took out the proctor's token from his inner sleeve and said calmly:

"Old man! Is this what you're talking about?"

When the old servant of the Wang family saw Zhao Wujiang take out a token that was exactly the same as the one in his hand, he took a deep breath and rubbed his cloudy old eyes, his face full of horror and disbelief.

He looked at the token in his hand to confirm that he had taken it correctly, and then looked closely at the token in Zhao Wujiang's hand, and found that it couldn't be said to be unrelated, they were exactly the same.

"You...your...sir...what's your surname?"

The old servant of the Wang family reacted and stuttered a bit.

"Zhao Wujiang, one of the invigilators for this imperial examination."

Seeing Zhao Wujiang's gentle expression, the old servant of the Wang family felt a little ashamed, thinking to himself that he was worthy of being chosen as the invigilator like his master.

"Sir Zhao, I was so reckless just now. I have offended you so much."

Zhao Wujiang waved his hand, "I wonder where Mr. Wang is?"

"I will take the adults there now!"

The old servant of the Wang family took Zhao Wujiang around a corner and saw Wang Yifang raping in the sea of ​​books.

At this moment, Wang Yi, dressed in an old Confucian shirt, was sitting on the floor, regardless of whether the floor was clean. He leaned against the bookshelf, holding a book in his hand and reading with relish.
Chapter completed!