"Still not asleep?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, placed the oil lamp on the lamp stand, blew it gently, the light went out, and the room sank into darkness, with the same light as the night.

He climbed onto the bed, got into bed, and gently hugged the empress.

The empress smiled gently:

"where have you been?"

"Go and draw the talisman." Zhao Wujiang's big hands restlessly rubbed the empress's delicate body, the touch was soft, and he said seriously:

"It's a long night, let me remove the curse for you first."

"Now?" The empress was confused. She glanced sideways at Zhao Wujiang in the darkness. She thought for a moment and asked seriously:

"What should I do?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, leaned close to the empress's earlobe, and spoke softly:

"Lie down and spread your legs."

"Are you...are you trying to get rid of the curse?" The empress' pretty face turned rosy, and even if the light in the room was dim, she could feel that she was so charming and unparalleled at this moment.

Zhao Wujiang nodded seriously:

“Only when you are full can you have the strength to work.”

"When you are full, will you still have the strength to work?" The empress was embarrassed, her clothes had been loosened by Zhao Wujiang.

There was a rustling sound from the quilt, and the next moment, a bellyband was thrown out.

The night is so beautiful tonight.

So is spring.

The light curtains of the bed swayed, and the bed creaked until dawn.

The empress and Zhao Wujiang, who had eaten breakfast and early eels again, were very full and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, the sky was bright and the warm sun was just right.

Zhao Wujiang also began to officially remove the curse of the Mud Bodhisattva for the Empress.

And there are two people running towards Kyoto.

To be precise, they are not people in the strict sense.

One person is the Gu god of Miao territory.

One person is the snow wolf of the prairie.

In the northwest of Daxia, north of Lanzhou.

Many people saw a big, dirty wild dog running wildly on the street with a piece of cake in its mouth, followed by vendors chasing after it.

When the wild dog is running, it makes vague whining sounds from time to time, as if it is telling the vendors or people watching the theater on the roadside something.

No one can understand, no one knows what the wild dog is saying.

No one knows that the wild dog is not a wild dog, but a snow wolf from the Prairie Royal Court, named Xiaobai.

No one knows that this snow wolf crossed the grasslands, ran through the barren northwest sand forests, and crossed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers before arriving in Lanzhou in Daxia.

No one even knows why Snow Wolf Xiaobai came here.

People along the way only saw a big wild dog running wildly, its snow-white hair already stained with dust and dirt, making it dirty and sticky.

Xiaobai ran faster and faster, and soon got rid of the people chasing behind him.

It howled just now to tell others that even though it was showing off the cake, all the expenses would be paid for by a young master named Zhao Wujiang.

It felt the breath, held the pancake in its mouth, and escaped into a forest. Its steps finally slowed down. That's it for now. Let's eat first.

It walked slowly in the forest. It seemed that there were few people here. It saw many ruined temples.

Xiaobai heard the sound of chanting and the smell of incense. He sniffed again. It seemed that there was Zhao Wujiang's breath?

Its eyes widened, could Zhao Wujiang be here?

It whined excitedly and almost dropped the cake in its mouth. It quickly caught it, sniffed the scent and moved forward.

Not long after, it stopped in front of a temple. Standing at the door of the temple was an old monk wearing old cassocks and a sad face. On the plaque above the old monk's head, there were three characters "Lanruo Temple" written on it.

Could this bald man want to beg me for alms? I am a wolf... The little snow wolf's white and gray eyes widened as he looked at the old monk, biting the oil cake in his mouth.

"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands together, bowed slightly towards Xiaobai, and sighed:

"Everything has animism."

A round sandalwood Buddha bead slipped out from the old monk's broad sleeve robe and rolled towards Snow Wolf Xiaobai. It rolled over the muddy ground and messy vines and landed at Xiaobai's feet.

"Awwww (Bald man, you dropped something)." Xiaobai whined vaguely and dug at the beads with his paws.
Chapter completed!