......

The carriage slowly drove towards the imperial city.

The big red horse is dazzled, and the second and third pull the reins to select routes, try to reduce the bumps of the carriage, so that Zhao Wujiang in the carriage can sleep soundly and not wake up.

"It is better to tear up the meat of black and white silk fishing nets than to black and white silk."

“Maid Housekeeper Nurse jk…”

"The fifth floor jungler, if you don't give it, give it away..."

"Where are you putting it here to feed the fish? Full!"

“…”

Jia Er San and Jia Shijiu listened to Zhao Wujiang's murmuring and said something they couldn't understand at all.

"mom!"

Zhao Wujiang shouted in shock, and he suddenly woke up and sat up. His eyes were red as blood, and his spine trembled and painfully penetrated his bones.

"Wow!" The imperial city was so close that it felt like it. Jia Er San and Jia Er Zi Jiu hurriedly stopped their horses and lifted the curtain.

When they saw Zhao Wujiang sitting in a daze, they felt the fierce sword energy emitted by Zhao Wujiang's body, and they were extremely shocked.

The vastness of this sword energy made them feel powerful oppression, just as Zhao Wujiang had turned into a giant sword that could break through the sky at any time.

"Mr. Zhao?" Jia Ersan murmured slightly, feeling that Zhao Wujiang's condition was a little wrong.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were as deep as bloody as night, and his eyes were staring at Jia Er San:

"What did I say just now?"

"What kind of silk, what kind of jungler..." Jia Ersan answered vaguely, he really didn't understand or hear clearly.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were cold, and he suddenly remembered what he might have said:

"What poems did you write after the meal?"

"Well... that's too many... You are a master, you are a master, amazed everyone, and have a lot of poems..." Jia Ersan recalled and said:

"But you mentioned that you are from Lanxin. Judging from your appearance and accent, I really didn't expect you to be from Lanxin City, Lanzhou."

Zhao Wujiang patted his head and felt that his head was extremely heavy. Logically, he would not be drunk at all, he sighed:

"Yes, I'm Lan...hearted. I haven't been home for a long time..."

"It's normal to have heavy thoughts after drinking, miss homesickness..."

Jia Ersan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that Zhao Wujiang's sword energy was slowly fading away. He was suspicious, but he did not ask more questions. Instead, he put down the curtain, turned around and drove towards the imperial city.

"Wujiang can't bear it anymore..."

“Go to do it…”

Zhao Wujiang's mind was filled with whistling wind and ironclad sounds, and he could still hear the baby crying and the woman was anxious.

"Boom!" A dull sound suddenly rang out in his head.

He felt as if his spine was shattered by a heavy object, and pain swept across his body.

"Quick!"

"quick!"

He heard panic sounds in his mind, which were extremely anxious, as if they had come across time.

"How could Wujiang bear it? Uh..."

"Stop crying, he can definitely..."

Zhao Wujiang sat in a daze, and strange sounds sounded from time to time in his mind, as if the scene in a dream reflected to reality.

The carriage shook, his head lowered, his eyes opened and closed, and the sword energy flowed in his eyes.

......

Imperial City Harem, Qifeng Palace.

As Dugu Mingyue's lower abdomen gradually bulges, she not only became more charitable and maternal, but also became more and more charitable and loved to eat, sleep and clean up the room.

Qing'er advised her many times, saying that she would just put the room in and leave it to the palace maids to do it, but Dugu Mingyue refused on the grounds that Zhao Wujiang said he would be good to the fetus.

At this moment, Dugu Mingyue, accompanied by Qing'er, came to the back hall of Qifeng Palace under the protection of Dugu's family and the imperial city guards.

The back hall is where debris accumulates in Qifeng Palace.

When I opened the gate of the back hall, the breath of the worldly years came to my face. No one had cleaned it up for a long time, and the air was filled with dust.

Qing'er quickly took out a scarf to cover the empress's mouth and nose, muttering:

"Empress, there is heavy dust here, why don't you leave it to others for cleaning."

"It's okay, it's better to ventilate more. Although there is a lot of dust, this breath makes people feel at ease..."

Dugu Mingyue fanned the wind and stood at the door, letting the setting sun shine into the house, and dust flew in the light.

After a while, Dugu Mingyue entered the hall with her lower abdomen. The hall was covered with wooden boxes or packages, with a layer of blue gray on it.

Qing'er pouted and held a small brush to clean it one by one, then opened the wooden box to reveal the objects that were left to the color but lost their light.

"Hey, it's just the red hairpin I wore when I first entered the palace, and the wooden knife given by my father." Dugu Mingyue saw the items in the wooden box, and the memories in her mind flew. When she recalled the past, she couldn't help but think about it.

Show a smile.

The wooden boxes and packages were opened one by one, and Dugu Mingyue exclaimed from time to time.

Until Qing'er opened a wooden box less than one foot long and wide, both of them looked puzzled.

Among the wooden box, there was a blue book with white and white color, and a wooden box the size of a palm.

"What is this?" Qing'er looked puzzled, picked up the notebook, looked through it casually, and muttered:

"Oh, is this actually the medicine book left by Zhao Wujiang by Eunuch Shou?
Chapter completed!