The king does not go to court early, but there is an early tide.

After breakfast and early eels, the empress went to the imperial study and started a new day of work to deal with political affairs.

She suddenly said shyly in the imperial study, like a little girl.

She was worried about Daxia, but she was full of longing for the future of Daxia.

She firmly believed that the efforts of herself, Zhao Wujiang and a group of court officials would be able to manage Daxia well, rebuild the glory of Daxia, and seek more welfare for the people of Daxia.

Zhao Wujiang sat on the eaves of the main hall of Yangxin Hall, looking at the blue sky and a few white clouds.

The weather after the beginning of spring has warmed up a little, and the sun is much brighter.

The weather is still a little cold, maybe it is because the winter cold has faded and the spring cold has come.

The cold wind blew over Zhao Wujiang and quietly filled his robes. He ignored them and just drank the green ant wine lightly.

Green ant wine is not a good wine. When the newly brewed wine has not been filtered off, the rosy foam surfaces appear on the wine surface, which is slightly green in color, as thin as an ant, and is turbid and fierce in the mouth, pure and mixed.

Zhao Wujiang looked up at the sky with a faint eyes, as he watched the white clouds slowly floating, he wanted to see clearly, if there was really a vast world outside the sky, what would that world look like?

Is it like the fairy tale novel he had read on Lanxing before, there are immortals everywhere, saying words and saying things, raising hands and feet, the sky collapses and the earth is broken?

Is it a conspiracy, endless struggle, or is it full of fairy spirit, calm and peaceful?

Will people be resurrected after death? How many years have the living people spent?

And can he have a chance to go and see it?

Zhao Wujiang raised his head and took a deep breath, and breathed a long sigh. Those who were drunk lived, those who were awake died, those who were drunk lived as slaves, and those who were awake fought to die.

Even if he dies in the end, he will definitely fight to the end.

Want the world luck he has?

He can only ask for it if others give it!

If he doesn't give it, no one can take it!

Zhao Wujiang stuffed wine gourds, stepped on the glazed tiles on the eaves, and rushed towards Qifeng Palace.

He wanted to go and see Dugu Mingyue and Qing'er, as well as the children in Dugu Mingyue's belly.

Can this child be born? Can he survive after birth?

With his thoughts flying, he was extremely fast. He took two steps and arrived at Qifeng Palace.

The strong men guarding inside and outside the Qifeng Palace were frightened and came forward to stop Zhao Wujiang.

But when they saw who the visitor was clearly seen, they breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, the shock in their hearts was beyond words. It was the first time they felt that Zhao Wujiang and Zhao had such a strong cultivation.

The strength of this kind of cultivation is an extremely dull but extremely suffocating feeling.

It feels like if Zhao Wujiang attacked them, they might not be able to survive.

They bowed respectfully to Zhao Wujiang and hid in the dark again.

Zhao Wujiang walked slowly towards the bedroom and stood at the door of the bedroom. He knocked gently:

"Empress, Zhao Wujiang asks for a meeting."

Before seeing anyone, Qing'er heard the sound, and the excitement sound quickly approached. The door creaked and opened, and a light green figure rushed over from inside.

Zhao Wujiang caught Qing'er who was rushing towards him, smiled gently, and rubbed her hair.

Sometimes I haven't seen each other, Qing'er's face becomes more and more beautiful and refined, and her figure has grown a lot.

She pulled Zhao Wujiang and walked into the house, thrilling:

"Come in quickly, the queen just happened to make delicious pastries."

Zhao Wujiang was pulled by Qing'er's sleeve and walked into the house. He saw Dugu Mingyue reading poetry and books on the soft collapse.

Dugu Mingyue was wearing a wide jade white palace dress, becoming more gentle, bright and elegant, and her figure was much plumper than before. She stood up with her big belly, holding a book in one hand and gently stroked her belly with the other hand.

Seeing Qing'er stepping into the house with Zhao Wujiang, Dugu Mingyue's eyes were soft and she smiled gently:

"Are you back?"

Zhao Wujiang also smiled gently and bowed his fists: "See the Empress."

"Eat quickly, this is made by the Empress himself, and I can't bear to eat it."

Qing'er's mouth was covered with pastries, her cheeks were bulging, and a piece of green and crystal dessert was stuffed into Zhao Wujiang's mouth, and her peach blossom eyes were crescent.
Chapter completed!