Zhao Wujiang's voice was low, "Later I realized that she had been ill after overwork to support me in school.

On the way to collect herbs, I fell down again, had internal injuries, and forced myself to walk outside the yard, which was only a wall away from me, but I couldn't see me for the last time, and then fell down."

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

As expected, women are all emotional animals, and the future empress is no exception.

He continued to be sad, and cooperated with Ye Feng, tightened his clothes, looking so sad and cold.

But suddenly.

Zhao Wujiang felt a warmth on his back.

He turned his head and found that Wu Meiniang had taken off her cloak and put it on him.

Zhao Wujiang felt a warmth for no reason.

This woman is quite good at taking care of people.

He was about to speak, but Wu Meiniang's jade finger gently tapped on his lips and said softly: "Don't add sorrow to the past."

Zhao Wujiang subconsciously grabbed Wu Meiniang's jade hand, and the latter did not resist. After all, on the way he came, Zhao Wujiang was holding him.

Under the bright moon, the two were closely connected.

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

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

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

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

"Look at you as ugly."

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

Zhao Wujiang and Wu Meiniang spoke at the same time, as if they were both angry at the time of love to resolve the embarrassment.

"Hmph, Ignore you anymore. You will definitely not do good things if you secretly."

Qing'er raised her mouth and found a snack box from somewhere.

Four exquisite jade pastries were lying in the food box. Qing'er picked up one and put it in her mouth, looking happy.

"Xiao Zhaozi, do you eat it?"

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

"You can eat half of it."

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

"How much can I eat in this palace?" Wu Meiniang covered her mouth and smiled, joking.

"Um..." Qing'er tilted her little head, thought about it seriously, and said, "Empress can eat one."

...

The second day.

Zhao Wujiang stretched out and recalled the romantic date with Wu Meiniang last night, and his heart still felt warm.

But for a man.

If you want to fuck girls, you have to do your career.

In a blink of an eye, Zhao Wujiang came to the Secretariat.

After crossing the gate of the Secretariat, a young man saw Zhao Wujiang coming, first bowed to him, and then hurriedly left. It was obvious that he was going to inform him.

Sure enough, in a short while, the fat secretary Cheng jogged over with a smile on his face.

"Sir, come here, we will welcome you if you have any mistakes."

"Secretary Secretary-General, don't be polite."

"It should be, I wonder what is important to Lord Zhao coming this time?"

"The imperial examination is approaching, and I want to check some books."

Zhao Wujiang said lightly that he was indeed here to check books, but just to verify one of his skills "memory backtracking".

He thought of a method of using memory backtracking, which is to quickly read books, then use memory backtracking skills to see if the backtracking can be successful and to remember everything you have seen.

Under the leadership of Secretary-General, Zhao Wujiang came to the Four Bookstores.

The four library books of A, B, C and D are just one of the places where the secretariat collects books.

But Zhao Wujiang still sighed that a loft can collect books so vastly.

He walked along the way and met several people who were sarcastic about yesterday, wiping the dust on the bookshelf.

They also met Zhao Wujiang, who was wearing the uniform of a secretary and the official uniform, and the same dress looked so handsome when worn on him.

They looked extremely unnatural, but they still bowed and bowed. They were not fools. From the reaction of the secretary, they knew that Zhao Wujiang was not an ordinary person.

In a blink of an eye, Zhao Wujiang had already reached the depths of the attic, and the collections here were all extremely profound and complex.

He picked up a book at will, which was a book that recorded the "Daye Sings" during the Daye period of the Sui Dynasty.

He was about to read it, a slightly old voice with doubt and a hint of anger rang out.

"Are you finished?"

An old man with gray hair and energetic hair came over, and his expression was angry.

Zhao Wujiang felt familiar, but when he thought about it, he found that he was the servant of Wei Zheng's niece Wang Yifang.

"You secretary men are not doing things day by day. Are you unwilling to accept the defeat of the master yesterday? Today, we sent a new secretary men to bother my master?"

After hearing what the old servant of the Wang family said, Zhao Wujiang realized that he had regarded himself as the person invited by the secretary of the secretary yesterday.

"If you are not convinced, you can study in the sea of ​​books instead of taking some wrong paths!"

The old servant of the Wang family took out a blue token from his arms and said proudly:

"Did you see this token? This is given to my master by the current emperor. My master is the imperial invigilator for the sixth year of Yonghui!"

Zhao Wujiang looked a bit strange when he saw the green token taken out by the old servant. On one side, the token was carved with the character "Tang" with flying dragons and phoenixes, and he happened to have one.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yifang was also one of the invigilators.

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

"Brother! Are you talking about this?"

The old servant of the Wang family saw Zhao Wujiang take out a token that was exactly the same as in his hand, took a breath of cold air, rubbed the turbid old eyes, and looked shocked and incredible.

He looked at the token in his hand and confirmed that he had not taken the wrong one. He looked closer at the token in Zhao Wujiang's hand and found that it could not be said to be irrelevant, it was exactly the same.

"You, you, the eldest son, the noble surname?"

The old servant of the Wang family reacted and stuttered.

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

When the old servant of the Wang family saw Zhao Wujiang's gentle expression, he felt a little ashamed and thought to himself that he was the one who was selected as the invigilator like his master.

"Mr. Zhao, I've just been reckless and offended many times."

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

"I will take the adults here!"

The old servant of the Wang family took Zhao Wujiang and turned a corner, and saw Wang Yifang who was invading the sea of ​​books.

At this moment, Wang Yifang was sitting on the ground wearing an old Confucian shirt, ignoring whether the ground was clean or not. He leaned against the bookshelf and was watching with relish.

Feeling the visitor, Wang Yifang raised his head and looked calm.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!