When I left Xingqingyuan, it was almost You hour.

The sky is dim.

Zhao Wujiang stepped into the city gate, and the imperial guards guarding the city saluted respectfully when they saw the visitors. They had not seen the emperor's favorite minister, Lord Zhao Wujiang, for many days.

Zhao Wujiang walked through the deep palace with a gentle smile on his face and quickly approached the Yangxin Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the Palace of Peaceful Heart, his steps became faster. He went straight to the bedroom and pushed the door open, and saw the empress frowning with her brows.

The empress stood up in surprise and saw Zhao Wujiang. Her eyebrows were stretched out in an instant and she smiled:

"Are you back?"

The long-lost figure and voice made Zhao Wujiang's heart tremble.

He quickly stepped forward, hugged the empress, hugged the empress tightly, and spoke extremely seriously:

"I miss you very much."

A hint of panic and shame surged on the empress's cheek in an instant. She also hugged Zhao Wujiang, leaned her head on Zhao Wujiang's shoulder, and said softly:

"I... miss you very much, what happened to Jubei City and his party?

Have you gone to the East?

I have not received any news from the East Gate, and I am not very clear about the specific situation in the East Gate. I only heard the report from the Minister of War that the Dongji Island had fallen.

You will be back so soon, so you will be running day and night, right?"

"It's okay." Zhao Wujiang picked up the empress, and the empress exclaimed, and he hugged the empress and walked into the inner room.

"You...what are you going to do? Let me go." The empress blushed and kicked her feet. She felt Zhao Wujiang's breathing was getting faster.

Zhao Wujiang ignored the empress's struggle and carried the empress to the inner room and came to the bedside.

He gently placed the empress on the bed and pressed her against her body.

The empress's delicate body stiffened for a moment and said in a trembling voice:

"Zhao Wujiang, please let me go, otherwise...or...uh..."

Before she finished speaking, her red lips were covered by Zhao Wujiang, and there was dampness and heat coming in.

She wanted to struggle, but the feelings that had been suppressed for a long time in her heart surged up at this moment. The deep longing that had not been seen for many years overshadowed her reserve. She was so excited that she hugged Zhao Wujiang's neck tightly.

The two of them hugged each other and asked for each other's breath. The hugged each other tighter and tighter, both of them trying to integrate each other into their bones and blood.

It was not until Zhao Wujiang tried to lift her dragon robe with great hands that she woke up a little and began to reject Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang was pushed away by her, and the two of them hugged each other. There were a trace of crystal water droplets between their cheeks.

Her red lips became more and more rosy, and her lips were slightly red and swollen. She said shyly:

"Wujiang, let's calm down..."

Zhao Wujiang gently held the empress's cheek, saying nothing, but his eyes were full of tenderness and called out:

"My wife..."

The empress, who originally wanted to be a little more sober, couldn't help but breathe when she heard Zhao Wujiang's soft call. The sticky and slightly sour feelings in her heart continued to surge, and it instantly poured into her limbs and bones, and her delicate body was as soft as water waves in an instant.

She left behind all the rationality, what she is the emperor, and when the time has not come.

She pursed her red lips, her beautiful eyes were filled with water, and she nodded lightly.

Zhao Wujiang gently opened the empress's disguise face and saw a thrillingly beautiful cheek.

His eyebrows were picturesque, and his frown was full of charm. The water light in his eyes stared at him, and his endless affection was endless. In an instant, his heart trembled slightly.

Before he could speak, the empress bit her lower lip with her teeth.

The empress gasped heavily, her eyes shining, her red lips pressed against his chin, and she called out in a sweet voice:

"Zhao Lang."

Zhao Wujiang's desire surged into his heart, and it was hard to suppress it anymore. He buried his head and kissed the empress on the neck and leaned down in return for the empress's moan.

The love was burning, the two of them were messy, and they were untied each other's clothes.
Chapter completed!