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Winter is getting deeper and the nights are getting colder.

The two people met, knew each other well and loved each other, and joined a group to keep warm.

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It dawned a little late, but the imperial edict came extremely early.

In the Great Xia court, fourteen courtiers announced that they were "resigning to their old age and missing their hometown." Before they could see the Holy One, they had quietly died.

The billowing blood shocked all the princes in the court.

The courtiers were silent, smelling an unusual smell and feeling the murderous aura of the Holy One.

The emperor's majesty has gradually grown over the years, and he is no longer as weak as when he first ascended the throne.

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Zhao Wujiang has already rode his horse to the back door of Wuya Pavilion.

The front door was still blocked, and the talented and beautiful ladies who were determined to stay there every day, hoping to see Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang walked all the way through the front hall corridor and came to the study.

There was no one in the study. He must have been busy with other things. He sat in the study for a while and then went to the wing.

Su Huayi was originally practicing, but when she saw Zhao Wujiang, she immediately stopped practicing and started to pester her. She wanted Zhao Wujiang to talk to her, saying that a day would feel like three autumns apart.

She pulled Zhao Wujiang to sit down on the bed, then lay down, and then the two of them met frankly.

Zhao Wujiang said that the moment they met, they felt like they were separated by mountains, and he communicated with Su Huayi in simple and easy-to-understand terms.

Half an hour, an hour, until an hour and a half.

Su Huayi was like a withered lotus being beaten by the sudden rain, and his body was shaken and shaken. He could not sit or stand firmly. Finally, he was watered by jade dew and he collapsed.

She lazily curled up in Zhao Wujiang's arms, twirling her green hair, her peach blossom eyes were as seductive as a fox charm, staring at Zhao Wujiang with heat and resentment, with a mixture of joy and anger, biting her red lips and asking questions:

"Where did you learn the Hehuan Sect bed curtain technique?"

Zhao Wujiang felt the hot and exquisite figure, and he smiled mysteriously.

After acquiring the mental method of "The Formless Prajna Sutra", he successfully derived the corresponding restraint moves by using the secret methods of the Hehuan Sect that he had experienced before and Su Huayi's moves against him.

In just an hour and a half, he used deductive moves to kill Su Huayi, who had to throw off his armor and fall into the mud.

"This is not a move from the Hehuan Sect." Zhao Wujiang shook his head with a serious look on his face.

Su Huayi bit her red lips, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she said angrily:

"I do not believe."

"If you don't believe me, why don't you try again?" Zhao Wujiang said with a frivolous eyebrow.

"Just don't run away later..."

"I am so dignified... Mrs. Wuya Pavilion, how can you run away?" Su Huayi hooked Zhao Wujiang's neck, exhaled like blue, and twisted his waist as if he was looking for something.

Zhao Wujiang lifted Su Huayi's delicate chin:

"Have you found the throne of the Pavilion Master's wife?"

"Well... found it..."

Su Huayi groaned, again and again.

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In the Imperial City, Yangxin Hall, inside a house.

The old man with frosty hair and a haggard appearance slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the familiar layout of the house that he had not seen for a long time, his old and cloudy eyes trembled, his throat made a roaring sound, and he tried his best to say something.

Guarding him were two tall men wearing dark blue robes and azure masks.

The old man's ancestral surname was Liu. He entered the palace to purify himself since he was a child and became one of the late emperor's personal eunuchs. Later he was given the surname Xuanyuan and was called Xuanyuan Linlu.

He had witnessed the death of the late emperor with his own eyes.

The two tall men guarding him were the Long Yin Guards.

Seeing that the old man was awake, Long Yinwei's figure flashed and he went to see the emperor.

Not long after.

Xuanyuan Jing came to the secret room with a hurried look on his face.

She was originally reading the memorial in the imperial study, but when she heard that the old man had regained consciousness, she came over immediately.

The old man knew the truth about the late emperor's death and was hunted down by the Qianlong Cult. He was later rescued by Long Yinwei and Zhao Wujiang, and has been in a coma.

Now that he finally woke up, it meant that the truth about the death of the late emperor was about to be revealed, so Xuanyuan Jing was furious. With a solemn look on his face at this moment, he leaned close to the old man, trying to hear clearly what the old man was saying.

Although she had long suspected that Xuanyuan Yuheng murdered her father, she still wanted to hear the answer with her own ears.

She leaned lower and lower until she finally heard clearly.
Chapter completed!