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Zhao Wujiang ended his patrol in the harem and went to the outsider with Jia Er San and Jia Shijiu.

Jia Er San followed Zhao Wujiang with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

Jia Shijiu also squeezed out his smiling face, but he couldn't hide the ferocity brought by the deep scar on his face.

After following Zhao Wujiang for only two days, Jia Shijiu was a little uncomfortable. In his opinion, protecting Zhao Wujiang was indeed like what Jia Ersan told him, and it was a good match.

He also had a different idea in his mind. It has always been common for Long Yin Guard to protect important officials in the court or the emperor's confidant, but this protection also has the responsibility of surveillance and needs to report the whereabouts of the protected person one by one.

So he naturally thought that this was an errand to supervise Zhao Wujiang, a confidant.

The three of them soon arrived at Feng Yuncai's mansion, and Jia Er San and Jia Er Nine disappeared and hid in the dark.

Under the leadership of the Feng Mansion maid, Zhao Wujiang walked towards Hua Ruyu's wing. The maid kept sneaking around Zhao Wujiang along the way. She had never seen such a handsome man in Kyoto.

at the same time.

Flowers are like jade wing room.

There is a portrait hanging next to the bed curtain. The man in the painting is extraordinary, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. The most conspicuous one is the smile at the corners of his mouth, giving people a gentle and humble feeling.

A depressed muffled groan quietly sounded in the room, and sounds floated in the tent of the gauze curtain.

Hua Ruyu's face was flushed at this moment, her eyes were blurred and filled with water waves. She stared at the man in the painting, her slender hands were indulging indulgence.

Soon, Hua Ruyu raised her pretty face, which was stained with pink, made a heavy and comfortable hum, and collapsed on the bed.

She stared blankly at the man in the painting, her beautiful eyes surging in spring water, and she felt deeply moved and entangled.

The gentle man in this painting is nothing but Zhao Wujiang.

When a idle person, people always regret some of the things they have done and sigh that this should not be, that should not be, nor that.

Hua Ruyu is the same now. She regretted that she had just seen the things and thought about people, and even blamed herself for how affectionate she had towards Zhao Wujiang.

After Qi Lin was killed, she was worried every night and couldn't sleep at night with tears. However, as the days passed quietly, the pain began to weaken, but with it, loneliness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was followed.

She wanted to resist, but after feeling Zhao Wujiang's warm concern and sense of security, she was like a candle in the long night, ignited by the fire of loneliness, and her desire and love were burning.

The flush on her face slowly faded away, and her messy hair was hidden on her charming pretty face. She sighed in her heart.

It would be great if Brother Zhao was not a eunuch. His majestic... Hua Ruyu couldn't help but think in her heart, but soon she began to blame herself again, and she wanted to be a polite wife. How could she have such a thought?

But soon another voice rose in her heart: "Maybe my husband knows something, and I hope I can find a support... Brother Zhao is good at making friends with his husband, and he must be able to trust him. I can think so.

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She felt a lot of emotion and buried her head in the bedding, so she forgot to collect the underwear that had just retreated to her ankle.

now.

Zhao Wujiang was outside the door, with a strange look.

He had just arrived at the door of the wing room and was about to knock on the door, but after practicing the Vajra Indestructible Art, the seven souls and three souls were fully opened. He was extremely sensitive to the senses and heard the depression and humming in the room.

He was a little familiar with this humming, after all, he often heard the concubines singing and singing at night.

So he stood quietly outside the door and waited patiently. Loneliness is a common feeling for people, especially those who are alone in the boudoir, so he could understand it.

Gradually, he stopped moaning and moaning. He knew that the flowers in the room should be relieved by loneliness.

But he didn't rush to knock on the door and gave Hua Ruyu time to prepare.

After about half a cup of tea, he coughed dryly and gently buckled the door:

"Sister-in-law, Wujiang comes to see you."

"Bang bang bang." Listening to the knocking sounds and the gentle sounds coming from outside the door, Hua Ruyu immediately raised her head from the bedding, and the flushing had not yet completely faded and her cheeks surged with panic.

She quickly got up and almost staggered before she found that she was tripped by her underwear. She hurriedly sorted out and confirmed that she quickly walked to the door, adjusted her breathing, and opened the door.

Outside the door was Zhao Wujiang, who was as gentle as jade, dressed in black, and a white jade crown with his hair tied up. The smile on the corner of his mouth made Hua Ruyu's heart beat, and she bowed slightly:

"Please, Brother Zhao."

Zhao Wujiang bowed, his eyes narrowed slightly, the flushing on Hua Ruyu's cheeks and the residual aura made him cough and walk into the room.

He sat on the chair, his eyes were looking at him without a trace, and he instantly found a painting hanging on the head of the bed. The man in the painting made him a little familiar. The more he looked, the more familiar he became. Gradually, his eyes widened.

The man is actually himself.

Could it be that you were imagining me in your mind to relieve loneliness? Zhao Wujiang looked strange.

Hua Ruyu also noticed the scroll that was not closed, and her pretty face was blushing and was about to drip out of water. She hurried to the bed and hurriedly put away the scroll.
Chapter completed!