"Humph!" Qing'er pouted and began to pick at the delicacies on the plate.

"I've been promoted, and now I'm a fourth-grade secretary to a young supervisor." Zhao Wujiang thought for a while and then said it.

Secretary Shaojian, the fourth rank of official residence, is already a high official in the court. As a rule, he cannot live in the harem unless he is granted permission by the imperial power.

Whether he is giving Wu Meiniang acupuncture or going to Li Zhi to report on refining medicine, he does not necessarily have to live in the harem. Therefore, Zhao Wujiang does not have enough reasons to stay in the harem. If he stays in the harem by force, it will easily lead to the trap of someone with evil intentions.

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"Wow, little Zhao Zi, you have been promoted again. I want to... um..." Qing'er heard this and cheered. He kept shaking Zhao Wujiang's arms, "I want to... eat delicious food."

She was heartless and happy all day long, obviously not understanding what Zhao Wujiang meant.

Wu Meiniang smiled slightly, her expression froze, and she sighed in her heart, feeling a little disappointed. Zhao Wujiang would not have so much time to eat the breakfast she made in the future.

"I'll live in the Secretary's Department from now on. I'll just ask them to make a room for me. The Secretary's Department is in the palace and it's very close..." Zhao Wujiang continued. Although it's not very convenient to live in the Secretary's Department, at least it's close to the harem.

It is much closer than outside the palace.

Hearing Zhao Wujiang's reply, Wu Meiniang felt a little joyful in her heart, but she was still a little unhappy, so she gave a light hum.

Qing'er's little head tilted and she understood. She pouted and said, "Xiao Zhaozi, won't you live in the palace anymore?"

"Yes." Zhao Wujiang also tilted his head, imitating Qing'er's look, causing Wu Meiniang to cover her mouth and chuckle.

Qing'er was dissatisfied and hummed, then picked up a piece of Bazhen fish breast and put it into Zhao Wujiang's white porridge.

...

Had breakfast.

The three of them rested for a while and chatted for a while. Zhao Wujiang opened the medicine box and took out the needle bag.

"Mother, you can give me the acupuncture."

When Wu Meiniang heard this, her exquisite face turned red with embarrassment, even more red than before.

Wu Meiniang's bedroom.

From time to time, waves of suppressed hums and comfortable squeaks could be heard in the room.

Zhao Wujiang twisted the silver needle and applied it continuously.

Wu Mei Niang was lying on the bed with her clothes uncovered, her face blushing and charming.

She used to comfort herself when she was embarrassed, saying that Zhao Wujiang was an incomplete man... But now she knew that her guess had come true, and when she thought of how naked she looked in front of Zhao Wujiang, she felt

A strange thought arose.

Zhao Wujiang looked at Wu Meiniang lying on the bed, with a graceful body and a shy look.

He tried his best to stick to his original intention and try to keep his mind at bay, but Wu Meiniang would occasionally let out charming moans and groans during the acupuncture process, which almost made him break through the defense.

The needle is applied beautifully.

After two tea sessions, Zhao Wujiang took out the silver needle, and the acupuncture ended today.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and was sweating profusely. He had to stabilize his mind to find the right acupoint for the acupuncture, and he also had to stabilize his mind to suppress the charm in his heart, making him feel that his body was being hollowed out.

It seems that I have to find time to make up for it... Zhao Wujiang sighed in his heart, exiting the room, Wu Meiniang stared at his handsome back, her eyes as silent as water.

He handed over some matters to Qing'er to pay attention to, then stepped across the medicine box and set off for the Secretary's Office.

He is already the secretary of the fourth rank of the official residence, and he wants to get his new official uniform, new court badge and other items.

He, the secretary-shaojian, was conferred by Emperor Gaozong and Li Zhi. Unlike his previous secretary-general, he is now an official with real power.

Soon, Zhao Wujiang arrived at the Secretariat Department.

As soon as he stepped into the secretarial department, the chubby Secretary Cheng came to greet him with a flattering smile on his face.

Secretary Cheng looked at the handsome Zhao Wujiang and wondered how long it had been since he became secretary? Now he had directly surpassed his position and reached the position of secretary.

The Secretary Cheng respectfully guided Zhao Wujiang from the front. The officials from the Secretary Provincial Department looked sideways, and some of them sneered at his flattering appearance.

He also felt the eyes around him and sneered at those disdainful people, thinking that they were just a group of fake noble people.

The official uniforms of the secretary-shaojian and the official uniforms of the secretary-general are similar in color, both are black, with red in the black.

But the shape is very different. The official uniform of the Secretary Lang is in the shape of an ordinary Confucian shirt, while the official uniform of the Secretary Young Supervisor is more like the clothing of a martial arts practitioner, with a strong suit and a short cloak.

Zhao Wujiang put on official uniform, an ink-colored gown with silver-edged cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, three silver-white star dots on the left chest, and a purple short cloak on his back. He looked heroic and majestic.

"This outfit is as if it was tailor-made for Mr. Zhao. I have been in the Secretariat Department for many years, and I have never seen anyone who can wear this outfit as elegantly, handsomely and extraordinary as Mr. Zhao..."

The Secretary Cheng was on the sidelines and was sincerely flattering. He often flattered others, but at this moment, what he said seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Wujiang looked at himself in the bronze mirror. Under his official uniform, he was also wearing a piece of gold silk armor, which was given to him by Wang Yifang.

"Can Sir Wang be in the Secretary's Office?" he asked Secretary Cheng.

"Yes, yes, Master Wang is in the Sibu Library. Master Zhao, do you want to go find him? I can lead the way."

...

The two of them walked through the palace pavilion and came to the Sibu Library Pavilion. The Secretary Cheng bowed and left knowingly.

Seeing the visitor, Wang Yifang stood up with a smile, looked at Zhao Wujiang's new official uniform, and marveled.

"You have a face as sharp as a knife, bright eyes and eyebrows, and handsome hair. My dear brother, you are even more handsome than I was when I was young."

Before Zhao Wujiang could speak, the Wang family's old servant Jiu Bo suddenly appeared, "Dalang, you were as handsome as Zhao Erlang when you were young? Why didn't I know?"

Wang Yifang had a dark face and ignored the bad old man in his eyes.

"Uncle Jiu!" Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists and said respectfully.

In his opinion, Uncle Jiu, the old servant of the Wang family, was at least close to a third-grade master, otherwise he would not have chased and killed a fourth-grade master last night.

"Uncle Jiu, did you catch that master last night?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head and sighed: "I'm old!"

Zhao Wujiang immediately understood what he meant and was a little disappointed. If he could be captured alive, he would definitely be able to extract a lot of useful information from his mouth.

"I am still old. Last night I chased to the first workshop, and three fourth-level masters appeared from the darkness. Four of them surrounded me. I caught two of them and beat them up. The other two saw that they were defeated and rescued them.

Then they ran away, and I couldn't catch up with them despite my old bones..." Uncle Jiu said calmly.

Four fourth-grade masters were defeated...Zhao Wujiang felt that this old man was in Versailles.

But he also truly saw the power of high-level warriors.

The great eunuch next to Emperor Gaozong Li Zhi was a second-grade grand master. The assassins in the entire palace would be forked out by the Jinwu Guards and others, while the high-level warriors would be blocked by the great eunuch and could not get close to Li Zhi.

Wang Yifang has a Jiu Bo who is close to a third-grade grandmaster, and there are many fourth-grade masters in Li Yifu's forces.

To be honest, Zhao Wujiang suddenly felt a little envious. It would be nice to have a high-level warrior by his side, or he could advance quickly.

"By the way, Dalang, Zhao Erlang, I just received two pieces of information, which I think are related to you." Jiu Bo suddenly said.

Zhao Wujiang carefully looked around and found no one. He sat on the ground with a look of forlornness on his face.

Wang Yifang also put down his book and pricked up his ears.

"General Su is seriously ill and the current situation is not optimistic."

"General Su is seriously ill?" Zhao Wujiang thought of the girl in the yellow dress, Su Huayi, who was Su Dingfang's granddaughter.

Su Dingfang is one of the pillars of Dingguo, as famous as Cheng Yaojin and Xue Rengui at the same time.

"General Su is seriously ill. I don't know why there has been no news. I think the news has been blocked. But now that the news has been revealed, I think it won't be long before the court will know about it." Jiubo looked solemn. He had been talking to the few living people.

The old general admired him more. Although he was superb in martial arts, he always regretted that he had never been on the battlefield.

"Second news, the Western Turks sent a mission to Tang Dynasty, and it has now reached the border."

The mission? The mission of the Western Turks? Zhao Wujiang's heart was filled with confusion. He had been looking for news about the mission and Queen Wang.

At the same time, he was extremely confused. If the mission came to Tang Dynasty, then there should have been news circulating in the court. Why is there no news at all in the court now?

Wang Yifang was also puzzled, "We have already reached the border. Why is there no news from the six departments?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head, he didn't understand either.

Wang Yifang saw Zhao Wujiang's serious expression and asked, "Dear brother, what do you think?"

General Su was seriously ill and kept it secret, and the Western Turkic envoys came to Tang Dynasty without any news... Zhao Wujiang felt that these two things were too strange.

Western Turkic Mission? Is it related to Queen Wang? If General Su was seriously ill, why did he block the news? Wouldn't it be fine after he was cured? Unless...he told his guess.

"Brother Wang, do you think there is a possibility that these two things are related?"
Chapter completed!