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It was already dusk when Zhao Wujiang left the Dijiao Gang.
He discussed many things with Qi Lin, the leader of the Dijiao Gang, planning to kill Chen Anbang, sharing his martial arts experience, sharing the secret recipe for strengthening the body and replenishing the kidneys, touching his wife, etc.
The carriage swayed and bumped his body along the way. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable feeling of dryness in his heart.
Stepping on the palace road of the Imperial City, after getting off the carriage, he folded his sleeves with his hands and walked slowly towards the palace of Yangxin Palace. The boredom lingered in his heart and could not be dissipated. He felt that something important was happening. occur.
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Yangxin Hall, the emperor's bedroom.
The empress sat on the yellow rosewood chair, her majestic brows stretched out, and she was smiling. She slowly stroked the teacup on the table with her right hand, and then took a sip, thinking in her eyes, and inadvertently raising the corners of her mouth.
The door was pushed open and Zhao Wujiang returned.
"You are very leisurely, Zhao Wujiang..." The empress raised her red lips, wanting to share the good news.
Zhao Wujiang took advantage of the situation and sat next to the Empress, picked up the Empress' tea cup and drank it all in one gulp:
"Thanks to the Emperor, things are getting better and better day by day, so I have some time to spare."
"Hey...this is what I drank just now..."
When the empress saw Zhao Wujiang gulping down the sip of tea she had taken, her pretty face became slightly ashamed and angry, and at the same time, a touch of warmth surged in her heart. She knew that Zhao Wujiang trusted him without hesitation:
"From tomorrow onwards, you will be the secretary of the Ministry of Secretaries. Your official position will be at the sixth level. Although you are not a high official, this is a big step for you to take."
Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly:
"Thank you, Your Majesty and Master Liu."
How did he know there was Liu Zhe? Our imperial edict has not yet been issued... The empress's beautiful eyes were filled with doubts as she stared at Zhao Wujiang. Could it be that he has contacts with many ministers in the court?
"Please don't look at my handsome face with such doubtful eyes!" Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows.
The empress rolled her eyes at him, her majesty, heroism, and charm coexisted.
Zhao Wujiang threw Secretary Lang's token on the table:
"Liu Zhe gave it to me."
He did not explain Liu Zhe's hidden thoughts to Xuanyuan Jing, because Xuanyuan Jing was a smart man.
The empress glanced at Secretary Lang's token on the table, rubbed her fingers, smiled and shook her head:
"Liu Zhe is worthy of being a veteran of the Three Dynasties.
Giving you a token and recommending you to me is not only an expression of goodwill to you and win over you, but also a thorough understanding of my thoughts. It also invisibly declares that he is a minister on my side and shows his loyalty. "
"The emperor's power is weak, and under the undercurrent in the court, hundreds of officials form cliques for personal gain, and the internal strife in Daxia increases sharply. His choice is also to stabilize the court situation." Zhao Wujiang added that some things may appear to be just a similar transaction on the surface. It's a friendly behavior, but in fact there are many hidden thoughts.
"You see more clearly than I do..." The Empress stared at Zhao Wujiang.
"No, no." Zhao Wujiang shook his head and said seriously:
"Your Majesty is extremely intelligent. Without your explanation just now, I wouldn't be able to understand it at all. It's just because of your suggestion that an idea flashed through my mind."
The corners of the empress' lips unconsciously evoked a smile, and Zhao Wujiang's words made her feel very comfortable.
"By the way, there's one more thing.
The Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites are all ready. On an auspicious day three days from now, I will marry the Moon Worshiping Princess of the Western Regions. "The empress pondered.
Princess Three Days Later...Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists:
"Congratulations to the Emperor, congratulations to the Emperor, and I wish the Emperor and Princess Moon Worshiping to be united and happy for a hundred years."
The empress glared at Zhao Wujiang: "I am telling you to prepare!"
"What do I, a eunuch, prepare?" Zhao Wujiang asked knowingly.
Listening to the words in Zhao Wujiang's mouth, the empress unconsciously thought of Zhao Wujiang's wiping action after finishing his work, as if he was wiping a battle-hardened spear.
Her pretty face turned rosy, her beautiful eyebrows knitted together, and she said angrily:
"Don't embarrass me!"
You don't even dare to come forward, where do you have the face... Zhao Wujiang slandered, and then cupped his fists and handed over his hands:
"In ancient times, Zhao Zilong killed seven in and seven out of Changbanpo. I, Zhao Wujiang, will not disappoint the Zhao family. I will definitely kill the Moon Worshiping Princess until she loses her armor and the Yellow River floods!"
"It's my face, not the face of your Zhao family!" the empress corrected, coughed dryly, and added unnaturally:
"I...I heard...that girls over there in the Western Region...are more difficult to satisfy...I'm just worried about...you..."
Isn’t your face my face? When I take down you as the empress, won’t you become members of my Zhao family? Zhao Wujiang patted the empress' hand gently:
"How can Daxia be afraid of the broad and narrow roads of the small country that worships the moon in the Western Regions?"
The empress nodded, feeling that what Zhao Wujiang said made sense, but she always felt something was strange. But then an even stranger feeling came over her, and she felt a pair of warm hands touching her hand.
She took a closer look and saw that Zhao Wujiang had grabbed her hand at some point, with such a natural look that she hadn't noticed just now.
Shame and anger suddenly welled up in her heart, and she shouted angrily: "Hands!"
Zhao Wujiang held his hand tighter and showed more intimacy:
"Is this true, Your Majesty?"
"I'm going to chop off your head!" The empress' pretty face turned red with embarrassment, and she struggled to get away with anger.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes widened and he covered his head with one hand and his lower body with the other:
"Which head are you talking about?"
