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Zhaoyi Palace, bathhouse in the side hall of the palace.

In Yuchi, the mandarin ducks were playing in the water, and there was a crash in the water, like a crashing sound on the shore of a stormy wave.

After a long while, the weather was calm, Liu Meier and Liu Qingqing were lying gently by the bathtub, their cheeks flushed with contented expressions, and their delicate bodies were stained with white dew.

"Wow." Zhao Wujiang stepped out of the bath and began to wipe himself and prepare to get dressed.

The empress' eyes dodge, her mind filled with images of the fierce battle flashing before. When she thinks of that ferocious thing raising its head, she secretly lets out a sigh.

Zhao Wujiang dressed neatly and walked straight to the empress, teasing softly:

"Have you seen enough? If not, go back and watch."

The empress glared at him angrily, and she suddenly felt very charming:

"I think you don't know the inferiority or inferiority of others!"

"It's okay if you want to be on top." Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly, and the two of them headed back to the Yangxin Hall.

"Bah!" The empress couldn't help but think of the scene of Liu Meier's soft and boneless waist twisting on Zhao Wujiang's body, and her face suddenly became ashamed and annoyed:

"You only use your words!"

Zhao Wujiang held the back of his head and said leisurely:

"You and I can also argue with each other. Maybe I will lose to you. Do you want to give it a try?"

The empress was discouraged. Faced with Zhao Wujiang who kept hitting snakes with sticks, she was so embarrassed that she could only respond silently.

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It's dawn the next day.

Zhao Wujiang got up early in the morning to practice martial arts, feeling the vitality and spiritual energy entering his body one after another.

After practicing and warming up, he began to refine the Qi he had gained from Long Yinwei yesterday. As he refined it, he felt that his cultivation was slowly increasing, and he felt that now he could really kill a cow with one punch.

Jia Ersan also sent news that someone from the Secretariat Department had roughly interpreted the strange words he sent. Those words should come from the Miao people in southern Xinjiang, but for the specific reason, a large number of ancient books need to be read to find out.

Daxia has never established diplomatic relations with the Miao people in southern Xinjiang, and the documentary records are even more sparse. Even fewer people can understand the Miao people's writing, which can be said to be rare.

Some of the soldiers in the Southern Territory should know the Miao Man script in the Southern Territory, but the Southern Territory is too far away from Kyoto, and it is impossible for people from the Secretariat Province to make a special trip to invite them, so they can only search through ancient books.

Zhao Wujiang nodded after hearing this. As long as he could find the source of the text, that would be a good start.

Since Zhang Tuizhi, the Secretary of the Ministry of Accounts, specifically used this type of writing to record it, he probably used it to increase confidentiality in case the account books were leaked, or to collude with southern Xinjiang.

No matter which one it is, what is recorded in the ledger is definitely not simple.

Zhao Wujiang began to prepare the elixir as a gift for the banquet at the Liu Mansion at noon today. He also specially emphasized the bet to the empress. In exchange, he only received scorn from the empress, who asked him to sit back and wait for any treatment.

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At the end of the year, Zhao Wujiang brought two old servants, Jia 23 and Jia 19, to the banquet.

He took off his official uniform and changed into a brocade suit, still as black as ink, with silver-white peonies embroidered on the cuffs, and a belt inlaid with white jade with small holes in it, a total of nine pieces.

His long hair was tied up with a jade crown and a wooden hairpin.

Feng Shen Yulang looked majestic and majestic, especially the gentle smile that always hung on his lips, which made him even more graceful and graceful.

Jia Jiu also took off his face to reveal his true face. Compared to Jia Ersan's kind-hearted appearance, Jia Jiu's face was more sinister. There was a long and deep scar on his cheek, which spread from the corner of his left eye to the right side of his chin.

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The carriage stopped at the gate of Liu Mansion, and the servants of Liu Mansion respectfully came forward to lead the horse to park.

Zhao Wujiang and the two old servants stepped into the door, and the noise immediately hit them.

There are many rockeries in Liu Mansion, surrounded by green trees, and a stream flows through the mansion, winding and spreading to unknown directions.

Zhao Wujiang walked through the corridor first. On both sides of the corridor were young gentlemen and ladies chatting with each other.

The appearance of Zhao Wujiang immediately caused a flurry of excitement, and many young ladies from the official family marveled at Zhao Wujiang's handsomeness and extraordinary bearing.

Many young men and young masters watched Zhao Wujiang pass by with cold eyes and sneered in their hearts. What's the use of being handsome? What they want is power!

At the other end of the corridor, Liu Feng, dressed in white, was hurrying over. When he saw Zhao Wujiang at the corner, joy filled his cheeks. Before he even got close, he cupped his fists and handed over his hands:

"Da Zhao...Brother Zhao!"

When he saw Zhao Wujiang dressed in casual brocade clothes, he no longer addressed him as Mr. Zhao, but instead called him Brother Zhao.

"Brother Zhao, I'm sorry for you." Liu Feng quickly approached, his expression extremely respectful:

"Brother Zhao, please come inside."

Zhao Wujiang nodded.

Liu Feng respectfully led the way. Since he offended Zhao Wujiang last time, he had been scolded by his sister, uncle, and grandfather one after another. He had realized that Zhao Wujiang's future was very uncertain. Just now he heard from his subordinates that Mr. Zhao had arrived, and hurriedly came out of the back room.

Ran out.

The gentlemen and ladies talking on both sides of the corridor were all shocked. Who is this handsome man named Zhao? Why did Master Liu's precious grandson come to greet him in person?
Chapter completed!