"This is the windmill I bought in Chang'an City."

Zhao Wujiang held the windmill in his hand and blew gently, causing the windmill to spin.

Wang Yanning took the windmill and kept playing with it with a smile on her face.

"If you miss me, the wind of longing will blow it." Zhao Wujiang said seriously.

Wang Yanning's pretty face turned red: "Humph, nonsense, who wants to miss you?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled slyly: "If you don't believe it, don't fiddle with it to see if it's still spinning."

Wang Yanning is grabbing the windmill with both hands.

The energy quietly dissipated from Zhao Wujiang's body, flowing into wind and driving the windmill to rotate.

Wang Yanning felt her pretty face burning hot and did not dare to look at Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang spoke again: "If I miss you, it will spin even more."

Wang Yanning held on to the windmill tightly, her eyes filled with anticipation as a pool of autumn water was about to overflow.

The windmill was motionless.

Wang Yanning pursed her lips and looked at Zhao Wujiang.

"I miss you silently." Zhao Wujiang explained.

"Hmph." Wang Yaning made a move to hit Zhao Wujiang, and struck out with a gentle palm.

Zhao Wujiang grabbed Queen Wang's hand and pressed it on his chest.

The heartbeat was pounding, like thunder.

When frost and snow meet fire, the water droplets are hot, trembling and inspiring.

Just as Wang Yanning was about to break away, she felt the hot temperature of Zhao Wujiang's chest and the trembling heartbeat.

Her pretty face turned red for a moment, she bit her lips lightly, and her eyes were filled with water.

...

Beautiful moments come and go like the wind, they are too short.

In an instant, the bright moon hangs high.

Wang Yanning watched Zhao Wujiang leave silently and reluctantly. Her eyes followed and her heart quietly followed.

For a long time, she stood outside the door and sighed deeply.

Under the bright moonlight, a black shadow danced, flickered, and floated down to the ground.

"Miss!" The black shadow bowed, his voice was old.

Queen Wang was speechless.

The black shadow was silent, sighing because he couldn't check it, and said: "The master of the house...instructed the old slave to leave today. The old slave can no longer guard the young lady."

"Hmm." Queen Wang hummed lightly, as weak as a mosquito.

Heiying's eyes were complicated. Looking at the girl he had grown up with, he felt sad in his heart, but more helpless. He was a member of the Wang family after all. The words of the head of the Wang family were orders, and he had to listen.

He knew that the girl in front of him was doomed and the outcome was already determined. Even if he was here, he could not change her outcome.

"No one can change it." He was feeling depressed and struggling. He took out a long cloth bag from his back and handed it to Queen Wang.

"Miss, this is one of the Wang family's precious swords. It cuts off hair and sharpens iron like clay. This old slave can no longer protect you, but I will leave this sword to you, Miss."

The old slave also observed that Mr. Zhao is not only a doctor, but also a warrior. If you entrust this sword to him, I think it can save the young lady for a while..."

The shadowy old man bowed one last time and disappeared, leaving only the handle of the sword.

"Are they all gone?" Queen Wang shook her head bitterly, then she picked up the sword with a firm expression. She still had Zhao Wujiang and her Lord Zhao.

The night wind blew away her last murmur.

...

Taifu's Mansion.

"Yi'er, are you saying that Zhao Wujiang openly formed a clique for personal gain?" Taifu Lin Tianbao asked in a deep voice.

"Dad, how can a child dare to speak nonsense about such a big matter? How many people saw Zhao Wujiang openly recruiting the number one scholar in a new subject?

That day, it was just that the loyal ministers did not say anything because they were afraid of disturbing the emperor because he was in a state of joy."

Lin Yi spoke slowly, his eyes filled with resentment towards Zhao Wujiang.

That day, he was waiting outside the south wall of the Ministry of Rites for the unveiling of the results. To him, it was just a few words to sneer at Zhang Weimin, the new number one scholar. Zhao Wujiang actually hit him in the face in front of everyone, and even looked at him afterwards.

He didn't even look at her, the indifferent look on his face was like a sharp thorn piercing his heart.

He wants his father to sue Zhao Wujiang for forming a clique for personal gain, and have him be dismissed from his job or even imprisoned.

Humph, I am the prince's companion, and my father is the tutor. So what if you are now the secretary and young prisoner? Lin Yi sneered in his heart.
Chapter completed!