[This Great Xia, it’s time for turmoil. If I want to do something in my position, I can just be a minister with peace of mind...
Just be greedy for some money and enjoy yourself all day long. It may not be right, but it is better than being rebellious...]
Zhao Wujiang breathed out slowly. He would not believe Xuanyuan Jing's rebellion based on the words of Chen Anbang's family.
I still know too little... He rubbed his eyebrows.
...
Zhao Wujiang folded the letter and stuffed it into his arms.
The empress was reading ancient books at the side, and her beautiful eyes caught Zhao Wujiang's expression, and she said calmly:
"Is there any secret in the letter?"
"Love letter." Zhao Wujiang smiled and said:
"They were all written by palace maids, inviting me out on a date."
The empress raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes at Zhao Wujiang:
"Then you won't go?"
"Let's go now." Zhao Wujiang stood up with a smile. He just went to get some air. He had received too much information recently and he needed to sort it out.
...
The palace road was quiet and quiet, Zhao Wujiang folded his sleeves with his hands and walked slowly.
Unknowingly, he had arrived at Qifeng Palace.
He decided to check on Dugu Mingyue's condition and walked through the gate of Qifeng Palace.
At night, there are only a few lanterns in Qifeng Palace, and the whole place looks dark. There are many flowers, plants and trees planted in Qifeng Palace, and the insects are chirping, making it quite quiet.
He came to the queen's palace. The door was closed at the moment, and Qing'er was sitting on the steps in front of the door, absent-minded.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Wujiang sat down next to her.
Qing'er came back to her senses, and her smart eyes found it was Zhao Wujiang. Her little face suddenly became serious:
"What are you here for?"
"Let me come to see you and your concubine." Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly, not understanding the reason for Qing'er's hidden anger.
However, Qing'er's pretty and refined face looked even cuter now that she was pouting.
Qing'er moved to the side, turned his head to the side, not looking at Zhao Wujiang, and hummed:
"Are you having sex with Concubine Xiao Shu's Yu'er?"
"Huh?" Zhao Wujiang was confused:
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"No?" Qing'er glanced at Zhao Wujiang suspiciously, then raised her nose and gently sniffed Zhao Wujiang:
"Isn't Yu'er going to fight with you? Our sisters in the palace have heard about it..."
Zhao Wujiang grabbed Qing'er's waist. Qing'er struggled and kept beating Zhao Wujiang's chest with his fists. Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly and ignored Qing'er's struggle:
"Is this why you're so depressed?"
"I didn't." Qing'er was embarrassed and her cheeks were hot. Ever since she heard about this today, she felt a little unhappy in her heart.
Zhao Wujiang hugged Qing'er, leaned over and whispered in her ear:
"Then you want it?"
Qing'er wanted to push Zhao Wujiang, but found that he couldn't push him. She said angrily:
"I don't want to!"
"Then I'll go find Sister Yu'er..." Zhao Wujiang pretended to get up, but Qing'er held him back:
"Hey, wait..."
Zhao Wujiang lifted Qing'er's legs and walked towards the garden of Qifeng Palace.
Qing'er kept struggling, but in the dark night, she stared at Zhao Wujiang's bright eyes, and she calmed down obediently. Her heart was pounding, and she hooked Zhao Wujiang's neck, letting Zhao Wujiang hold her.
Zhao Wujiang carried him to the pavilion, where there was no one else in the night.
As soon as he sat down with Qing'er in his arms, Qing'er leaned over to her pretty face, kissed Zhao Wujiang's lips with her warm lips, and then quickly moved away like a dragonfly touching water.
She felt that she was too bold, how could she do this, but she really couldn't hold it back just now.
Zhao Wujiang lifted Qing'er's chin and pressed it against her.
Qing'er is beautiful and refined, and her appearance is not inferior to that of the concubines in the harem, but she is still young.
Qing'er responded awkwardly, and then became more and more fierce, hugging Zhao Wujiang's neck tightly. She had always heard from the sisters in the palace that eating was an extremely happy thing.
Now she has some vague understanding.
Zhao Wujiang went to take off her clothes and skirt, and she held Zhao Wujiang's hand:
"Someone will...see..."
"Even if they saw it, how would they know who we are in the dark?" Zhao Wujiang kept moving his hands, his hands already deep into Qing'er's skirt.
Qing'er felt shy and vaguely excited.
"Qing'er, close your eyes." Zhao Wujiang lifted up his skirt and took off his covering clothes.
Qing'er closed her eyes smoothly, and after a while, she felt her cheeks were burning and her body was trembling.
The twenty-eight girl's body looks like a crisp, with a sword at her waist to kill the foolish man.
Clearly no heads were seen, but secretly the marrow and bones of the emperor were withered.
More than an hour later, Qing'er was exhausted, her head felt dizzy, and she begged for mercy.
