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Zhao Wujiang finished his inspection of the harem, and headed outside the palace with Jia Ersan and Jia Nineteen.

Jia Ersan followed Zhao Wujiang happily with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

Jia Jiu also managed to smile, but he could not hide the fierce feeling caused by the deep scars on his face.

Having followed Zhao Wujiang for just two days, Jia Nineteen was a little unaccustomed to it. In his opinion, protecting Zhao Wujiang was indeed as Jia Ersan told him, and it was a good job.

Another thought also arose in his mind. Historically, it was common for Long Yin Guards to protect important ministers of the court or the emperor's confidants, but this protection also had the responsibility of surveillance, and they needed to report the whereabouts of the protected person one by one.

Therefore, he naturally believed that this was a job to supervise his confidant Zhao Wujiang.

The three of them soon arrived at Feng Yuncai's residence. Jia 23 and Jia 19 disappeared and hid in the darkness.

Zhao Wujiang walked towards the Hua Ruyu wing led by the maid of Feng Mansion. Along the way, the maid kept stealing glances at Zhao Wujiang. She had never seen such a handsome man in Kyoto.

at the same time.

Flowers are like jade in the wing.

There is a portrait hanging next to the bed curtain. The man in the painting is extremely handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. The most conspicuous thing is the smile at the corner of his mouth, which gives people a gentle and humble feeling.

A suppressed humming sound quietly sounded in the room, floating in the light gauze curtain.

Hua Ruyu's face was flushed at this moment, her eyes were blurred and full of water. She stared at the man in the painting, her slender hands letting loose.

Not long after, Hua Ruyu raised her pretty face dyed pink, let out a deep and comfortable hum, and collapsed on the bed.

She stared blankly at the man in the painting, her beautiful eyes brimming with emotion, and her heart filled with emotions.

The gentle and jade-like man in this painting is none other than Zhao Wujiang.

When people are free, they will always regret some of the things they have done, sighing that this should not be done and that should not be done.

Hua Ruyu is also saying the same thing now. She regrets that she just saw the things and misses the flowing spring in the valley, and even blames herself for how much she has feelings for Zhao Wujiang.

After Qi Lin was killed, she was initially worried every night, crying and unable to sleep. However, as the days passed quietly, the pain began to subside, but what followed was a loneliness that penetrated deep into her bones.

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

The flush on her face slowly faded away, and her messy and wet hair covered her charming and pretty face. She let out a long sigh in her heart.

It would be great if Brother Zhao was not an eunuch. His majestic power... Hua Ruyu couldn't help but think in her heart, but soon she began to blame herself again. She had to be reserved in women's ways. How could she think like this?

But soon another voice rose in her heart: "Maybe my husband knows something, and he hopes that I can find someone to rely on... Brother Zhao has a good relationship with her husband, and he must trust him. There is nothing wrong with me thinking this way...

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She was filled with emotions and buried her head in the quilt, so much so that she forgot to pick up the underpants that had just been withdrawn to her ankles.

now.

Zhao Wujiang was outside the door, looking a little strange.

He had just arrived at the door of the wing, and was about to knock on the door, but after practicing the indestructible power of the Vajra, his seven souls and three souls were fully activated, and his senses were extremely sensitive, and he heard a suppressed groan in the room.

This muffled hum was somewhat familiar to him, after all, he often heard the concubines singing and singing and the birds humming at night.

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

Gradually, the groaning and moaning stopped, and he knew that the flowers in the room, such as jade, should relieve his loneliness a little.

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

After about half a cup of tea, he coughed dryly and lightly knocked on the door:

"Sister-in-law, Wujiang has come to see you."

"Bang bang bang." Listening to the knock on the door and the gentle voice coming from outside the door, Hua Ruyu immediately raised her head from the quilt, and a touch of panic appeared on her cheeks before the flushing completely faded.

She stood up quickly, almost staggering, only to find that her foot was stuck on her underwear. She hurriedly arranged it, and after confirming that it was correct, she quickly walked to the door of the room, adjusted her breathing, and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Zhao Wujiang, who was as gentle as jade, dressed in jet black clothes and wearing a white jade crown. The smile at the corner of her mouth made Hua Ruyu's heart beat loudly. She gave a slight salute:

"Brother Zhao, please come in."

Zhao Wujiang held up his hands and narrowed his eyes slightly. The blush on Hua Ruyu's cheeks and the lingering breath around his body made him cough dryly and walk towards the house.

He sat on a chair and looked around without trace. He suddenly found a painting hanging by the bedside. The man in the painting seemed familiar to him. The more he looked at it, the more familiar he became. Gradually, his eyes widened. The man in the painting looked familiar.

The man is actually himself.

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

Hua Ruyu also noticed the unpacked scroll, and her pretty face turned red to the point of dripping. She hurriedly came to the bed and hurriedly put away the scroll.
Chapter completed!