Facts have proved that a gentle village can easily become a hero's grave. No matter how much the roc spreads its wings, it can't defeat the world of beauty.

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Fourteen times later, Zhao Wujiang looked at Su Huayi and Li Chanxi, who were lying in front of the dressing table with graceful figures, charming eyes, and full of energy. He sighed deeply. How much love can be repeated?

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Blow out the lamp and the window will be brighter, the moon will shine and the snow will fall all day long.

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

Zhao Wujiang sat next to Xuanyuan Jing, and the two of them read poems and books leisurely.

"Did you sprain your waist during today's banquet?" Xuanyuan Jing looked at Zhao Wujiang, who was rubbing his waist from time to time, and asked with concern.

Zhao Wujiang nodded, his eyes scanned the ancient books, his face did not turn red and his heart did not beat:

"It's indeed... sprained. He's so good at twisting."

"Have you taken any medicine?" Xuanyuan Jing frowned, blaming Zhao Wujiang for not taking care of his body:

"By the way, the treasury has received a lot of money. At the same time, some courtiers have sent some soldiers and guards to the Ministry of War to rest and assemble, and they will be distributed to the north and south border gates."

Zhao Wujiang nodded, these courtiers acted quickly and did not default on their debts, which seemed to be a good thing.

"Thank you." Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows were gentle and tender.

"There's no need for us to say thank you." Zhao Wujiang put down the ancient book and held Xuanyuan Jing's hand.

Xuanyuan Jing's mind was heavy and sluggish, which led to deficiency of Qi and blood. In winter, his hands and feet were a little cold.

Zhao Wujiang held Xuanyuan Jing's hand tightly, rubbing his warm hands together to give her warmth.

"I still want to say thank you." Xuanyuan Jing said seriously with a pair of long autumn eyes filled with ripples of water:

"Without you, I...I...I might have fallen long ago...

In the past year, it was you who helped me hide my identity and helped me handle political affairs..."

"Who was clamoring to kill my head back then? What now? Can't bear to let go?" Zhao Wujiang teased gently, took Xuanyuan Jing's hand, and gently pulled her into his arms.

Xuanyuan Jing leaned against Zhao Wujiang, smelling this familiar scent, feeling particularly at ease, and she said slightly:

"It would be better if you showed up earlier.

However, I... am already very satisfied..."

"Hey, you can't be satisfied. As an emperor, you have to be ambitious and work hard to get my person as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

Zhao Wujiang hugged Xuanyuan Jing gently and smiled gently, but his eyes were deep and turbulent, and he tried his best to hide the gloom.

The Taoist fortune teller of the Human Sect said that Xuanyuan Jing's life span was determined and he could only live until the late spring of the following year. He never told Xuanyuan Jing because he was afraid that Xuanyuan Jing would lose the breath in his heart and quickly become weak and unable to recover.

But he actually knew that Xuanyuan Jing had some premonitions in his heart, so he became softer and softer these days, less sharp and more sullen.

How he wished it was morning and evening twilight, instead of late twilight.

"Aren't you already mine?" Xuanyuan Jing pursed his lips and smiled, gently stroking Zhao Wujiang's back.

"If you get me, you must not get my body? Do you know how many girls out there covet me?"

There was a smile in Zhao Wujiang's words, and he said seriously:

"Don't forget our agreement. When the war subsides, I will hand over my boyhood to you."

"Ah? Are you still a boy?" Xuanyuan Jing was suspicious, with an expression of "Do you think I will believe you?"

"Really, I've been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and my master told me to stay like a boy." Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Xuanyuan Jing was amused by Zhao Wujiang's shamelessness, a soft smile appeared on her cheeks, she raised the corners of her lips and said angrily:

"Really? Then I will have to check your virgin body carefully. If not, then you have been guilty of deceiving the emperor and should be executed."
Chapter completed!