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Night falls.
Yangxin Hall, the emperor's bedroom.
Xuanyuan Jing, who had not been favored by the harem for a long time, originally thought of hiding as long as he could, but he still accepted the invitation from Princess Moon Worshiping.
Princess Moon Worshiping took good care of her and massaged Xuanyuan Jing's tired body.
It was originally a beautiful and gentle town, but Xuanyuan Jing had a strange thought.
If Zhao Wujiang was helping her relax now, would his technique be better and make her feel more comfortable?
"Alright, dear concubine, I have no shortage of you."
After Xuanyuan Jing finished speaking, Princess Moon Worshiping seemed to be unfinished, looking at Xuanyuan Jing with warm eyes.
"Then, Your Majesty, shall we go to bed?"
With that said, the Moon Worshiping Princess took off her coat, leaving only her gauze nightgown.
"..."
Xuanyuan Jing secretly thought that something was wrong.
"I have three emergencies. I'll go and take care of them! My beloved, you go to bed first."
Xuanyuan Jing blew out the candle and ran out.
Princess Baiyue thought it was strange, but her parents once said that the emperor of Daxia was unpredictable.
Anyway, I can’t figure it out, so I might as well wait patiently.
It took a while.
The Moon Worshiping Princess couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep even more sleepily.
Only two voices came from outside the door.
"I asked you to make ink marks. Look, the princess is already asleep. Xuanyuan Jing, please do it faster next time."
"You! What does speed have to do with me? That's your problem."
Zhao Wujiang coughed lightly and noticed that the princess was sleeping, and Xuanyuan Jing also saw it.
"How about forgetting it tonight?"
Xuanyuan Jing just said this, but his hand was suddenly grabbed by Zhao Wujiang, "You are confused! If the princess wakes up and finds that her clothes are intact, wouldn't it confirm the fact that you escaped from the girl's urine? You don't want to be suspected, right? ?”
Xuanyuan Jing frowned, feeling that Zhao Wujiang was a little too attentive.
"You don't want to have sex on your own, do you?"
No, I just want to punish her. Who made her change her mind... Zhao Wujiang snorted coldly: "Xuanyuan Jing, you begged me just now!"
In order to avoid being doubted about his abilities, Xuanyuan Jing rubbed his eyebrows, opened the bedroom door, and confirmed that the Moon Worshiping Princess was sleeping soundly. After the whole room was dark, he signaled to Zhao Wujiang.
"It's your turn."
"Okay! This slave will sacrifice his life for the Emperor!"
Zhao Wujiang began to punish the Moon Worshiping Princess.
The sleeping Moon Worshiping Princess was woken up. She couldn't see the person clearly in the darkness, but she could feel a familiar touch.
"Your Majesty, you are back..."
"Shhh."
Zhao Wujiang blew in her ear.
Then, there was a constant sound of moaning and gasping.
The empress sat aside and heard it very clearly in the darkness.
With the help of a faint ray of light, she acts as the king who supervises the battle.
The two armies fought. Zhao Wujiang, who represented the Great Xia Dynasty, used all his moves, using the sun to rise and the moon to set, and fought a protracted battle with Moon Worshiping Princess for two hours.
...
The rolling sky shines brightly on the world.
It's dawn, and the Chengtian drum is beating loudly.
In the morning of this morning, hundreds of officials either walked together or rode in carriages, rushing towards the imperial city.
...
In front of the palace.
Zhao Wujiang has handsome eyebrows and is dressed in an indigo official robe. He stands tall and graceful, with a majestic and extraordinary bearing.
Many officials with lower official positions saw Zhao Wujiang and came forward to pay tribute.
Such as supervising censors, Dali commentators, school clerks, left and right collectors and other minor officials of eight or nine grades.
There are also fifth and sixth grade officials such as Taichang Cheng, Taishi Ling, Zuo Lang, Guozi Assistant, and Dali Sizhi.
They stepped forward to greet Zhao Wujiang.
Although Zhao Wujiang is only a secretary of the sixth rank, they all know that Zhao Wujiang has contacts with many high-ranking officials in the court, and he has the potential to be the emperor's favorite. Naturally, they want to meet and talk and make good friends.
And when they saw Yuchi Zhenwu, the young minister of Dali Temple, clasping his fists at Zhao Wujiang, and seeing Liu Zhe and Dugu Yihe nodding to Zhao Wujiang, they felt even more envious.
They hope that one day they will be favored by Master Liu or Master Dugu.
Zhang Tuizhi, the Minister of Household Affairs, was surrounded by a group of complimentary people and slowly walked towards the front of the palace.
He saw many courtiers also paying tribute to Zhao Wujiang. Although their official positions were not high, it made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He snorted softly and glanced coldly at Zhao Wujiang, "Who are you to deserve the same battle as me?"
After today, there will be no more Lieutenant General Zhao Wujiang... He flicked his sleeves and stood in front of the palace, preparing to enter the palace. Many officials around him were reporting something to him.
After half a cup of tea.
The eunuch in front of the palace announced that they were entering the palace.
The ministers walked into the palace in an orderly manner. Zhao Wujiang was still standing not far from the entrance of the palace. After all, he was only a sixth-grade secretary.
Zhang Tuizhi was in front of the queue on the other side, squinting at Zhao Wujiang. He kept tapping the memorial in his hand. Although he was confident, he was still a little nervous.
The empress sat on the dragon chair with a majestic look. The ministers saluted, and the sound of respect resounded throughout the hall.
"Flat body!"
The empress summoned the ministers, who began to report on the basic work.
The reporting work was tedious and complex, but the empress showed no sign of fatigue and was full of majesty.
Zhang Tuizhi kept tapping the memorial in his hand to soothe his mood.
At the same time, he kept using his eyes to signal his colleagues from yesterday, but he felt something strange. The eyes of these colleagues were evasive for some reason...
When things come to a close, are you still afraid of Zhao Wujiang?
Forget it, let me take the lead later, they will definitely follow... Zhang Tuizhi slowly adjusted his breathing and glanced at Zhao Wujiang not far away.
He found that the old god Zhao Wujiang was there, and he looked completely unaware. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart, mocking Zhao Wujiang for his naivety and ignorance, and he didn't even know how he died...
Half an hour later, the officials reported that the basic work was completed.
Zhang Tuizhi coughed heavily, and the officials couldn't help but look at him, and the empress also looked at him doubtfully.
He stood out of the queue, respectfully holding the memorial in both hands:
"Your Majesty, I have something important to report!"
