After Xuanyuan Jing received the news about Jia Jiujiu, he put down the memorial in his hand and rushed towards Yangxin Hall.

Jiayi is the elder of Daxia and the head of the Longyin Guards. He has trained many Longyin Guards who are loyal and loyal to protect the royal family and hold high positions.

Once Jiayi misunderstood Zhao Wujiang and wanted to take action against Zhao Wujiang, Xuanyuan Jing was worried that Zhao Wujiang would suffer.

Although she knew that Zhao Wujiang's cultivation was also tyrannical, Jiayi's cultivation was definitely higher than Zhao Wujiang's today.

When Xuanyuan Jing rushed to the main hall of Yangxin Hall, she was relieved to see Jiayi and Zhao Wujiang seeming to be chatting and not at war again.

"Old Minister Jia Yi, I'd like to see you, Your Majesty. Long live my Emperor." Jia Yi bowed and saluted with a respectful expression.

Zhao Wujiang also stood up and saluted:

"I am here to see you, Your Majesty."

"They're all flat."

Xuanyuan Jing nodded. Jia Yi was beside her. She couldn't make eye contact with Zhao Wujiang. She could only sit on the chair with majestic eyebrows:

"Jiayi, do you have anything important to report?"

"Your Majesty, twenty-two Long Yin Guards are on their way to Kyoto. These Long Yin Guards have been trained over the years. I can ensure their loyalty."

Jiayi still bowed slightly. He was loyal to Daxia. No matter what his cultivation level was, he knew what a king was and what a minister was.

"Thank you for your hard work." Xuanyuan Jing sighed.

Jiayi has white eyebrows and a long beard, trembling slightly and smiling:

"It is an honor for me to serve the Emperor."

"Then go down." Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows were majestic.

"Yes." A bowed and nodded, exiting the main hall. Before leaving, he took a deep look at Zhao Wujiang.

After the door was closed, Xuanyuan Jing breathed a sigh of relief again and asked Zhao Wujiang with concern:

"Are you okay?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled and shook his head, with gentle eyes. He stared at Xuanyuan Jing and recalled the content of Yang Miaozhen's reply.

If the curse is not removed, Xuanyuan Jing's life span will be less than a hundred days and he will die in the late spring of Jiazi.

He hugged Xuanyuan Jing into his arms without saying a word.

"Jiayi hasn't gone far yet..."

Xuanyuan Jing was shocked by Zhao Wujiang's actions, but did not struggle. He was just a little annoyed. He immediately became suspicious and asked softly:

"What’s wrong with you?"

"It's just...I miss you suddenly..." Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly.

"Hmph, what's going on today? Are you being bullied? Have you ever beaten Jiayi?" Xuanyuan Jing raised her eyebrows. She also hugged Zhao Wujiang and comforted:

"Okay, okay, I will vent my anger for you..."

The two embraced each other, but it was as if their roles had been reversed. Before, it was Zhao Wujiang who comforted Xuanyuan Jing with such intimacy, but now it was Xuanyuan Jing who comforted Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang didn't explain, he just lowered his head slightly, pressed his forehead against Xuanyuan Jing's, and said seriously:

"I really missed you just now..."

"Huh?" Xuanyuan Jing felt a little confused, but soon felt Zhao Wujiang's approaching aura.

As soon as this breath came close, he kissed his lips in the next moment.

"Hmm..." Xuanyuan Jing resisted for a moment, then couldn't help but respond, his affection getting stronger and stronger.

After an unknown amount of time, Xuanyuan Jing's lips became redder and redder, and then they parted their lips and stared at each other.

She felt that Zhao Wujiang today was strange, sweet, and extremely hot.

She couldn't describe in detail what this feeling was, but she knew in her heart that Zhao Wujiang should have something on his mind, just like she did during this period.

The two of them just hugged each other, Zhao Wujiang hugged her tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to integrate her into his life, without any intention of letting go.

"Zhao Wujiang, you hugged me and hurt me." Xuanyuan Jing was a little hurt and angry.

Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly and opened his arms, but he said:

"Xuanyuan Jing, I won't let go."

Xuanyuan Jing stared at Zhao Wujiang's eyes, which were as deep as the stars in the night. These eyes were extremely serious, as if he was swearing an oath to the whole world.

Her heart trembled, the sorrow and emotion were overwhelming, and they were about to drown her.

She seemed to have a premonition that the world would collapse soon, and the man in front of her was standing in front of the ruins, clinging to something or someone.
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