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Green smoke curls up, surrounded by sandalwood.

Zhao Wujiang slowly opened his eyes, and it was already getting dark outside the house.

His eyes were hazy and trembling, then gradually became clear and deep.

Zhao Wujiang let out a long breath, stood up, and opened the door. The dusk wind blew on his face, making him feel more relaxed.

"Pavilion Master, are you awake?" Jia Ersan greeted.

Zhao Wujiang nodded, feeling as if he was in another world.

"The master of the pavilion is really astonished." Jia Ersan smiled kindly and said, "In just two or three hours, his aura is much more powerful and powerful."

Zhao Wujiang was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that his martial arts cultivation had skyrocketed, and he was now only one step away from the third level.

He was a little happy, a little sighing, and said with a smile:

"Go back to the palace...

By the way, Ersan, in two days, you and Shijiu will go to Lanzhou with me."

"Yes." Jia Ersan responded respectfully and followed Zhao Wujiang.

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Imperial City, Yangxin Hall.

The empress and Zhao Wujiang ate together.

"Have you had an opportunity today?" The empress glanced at Zhao Wujiang from time to time. She found that Zhao Wujiang had a deeper and deeper temperament, like an invisible vortex, which inadvertently attracted her eyes.

Zhao Wujiang’s pickled rice:

"That's right..."

After he woke up, the feeling of being separated from another world gradually dissipated, and slowly, a sense of completeness and transparency surrounded him.

The empress chewed slowly, nodded and said, "Not bad."

"Aren't you afraid that if I grow bigger and bigger, I will bite you in the future?" Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows were frivolous.

"Humph." Xuanyuan Jing rolled his eyes at Zhao Wujiang:

"I am the True Dragon Emperor, and with the great fortune of the Great Xia and the great fortune of heaven, how can you swallow me up?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly and said:

"Yes, only you can swallow me..."

"It's swallowing, not swallowing!" Xuanyuan Jing suddenly thought of the shameful thing he had done with Zhao Wujiang, and immediately retorted with embarrassment.

Zhao Wujiang pretended to be surprised: "Ah? Did you swallow it?"

"Zhao Wujiang!" Xuanyuan Jing shouted angrily, and her fair cheeks were quickly stained with shame and anger. She gritted her teeth and slowly adjusted her breathing. Staring at Zhao Wujiang's smiling face, she said helplessly:

"Eating without speaking!"

"As for me, I'm going to Lanzhou in two days." Zhao Wujiang took a mouthful of rice and said with a gentle smile.

Xuanyuan Jing was confused: "Going back to my hometown?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head:

"This orchid heart is not that blue star.

I'm going to look for something. If I find it, I can naturally increase my knowledge. If I can't find it, I'll think of other ways."

Xuanyuan Jing knew that Zhao Wujiang's so-called growth background was actually to resist the crisis he would face next spring.

"If..." Xuanyuan Jing stopped talking:

"I mean, what if... Daxia is defeated..."

"Don't think so." Zhao Wujiang shook his head firmly:

"You are the emperor of the dynasty, you are blessed by luck, and you are a person favored by God. You must not relax!"

Xuanyuan Jing was silent for a while and nodded solemnly:

"It was me who was abrupt."

She actually wanted to say that if she lost, she would let Zhao Wujiang take her and Dugu Mingyue to escape to the ends of the earth and escape into the rivers and lakes.

As long as we can be together, that's fine.

But soon she smiled bitterly, saying that if Daxia was defeated, she would only be buried with Daxia.

Because she is Xuanyuan Jing, the emperor of Daxia!

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Because I have to go to Lanzhou, it's hard to stop doing bedside work these days.

Tonight, the one who turned over the sign was Xiao Wanjun.

During the autumn harvest and winter storage, the old farmer surnamed Zhao picked the fruits and pushed the cart tirelessly while humming.

In the darkness, Xuanyuan Jing sat on the side of the bed, listening to the woman bickering and the old man driving the car, sighing slightly.

The sound of crackling was endless, as if it was the Spring Festival, and the sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, and Concubine Shu was like a tangled Nian beast being driven away and whipped. She was so frightened by the sound of firecrackers that she kept wailing and hooting, wanting to dodge, but also wanting to face the sound of firecrackers.

go.
Chapter completed!