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Jia Jiujiu stood up slowly, stepped lightly on the tiles, and flew toward the imperial city. He was going to report the matter to the emperor to show his loyalty.
Zhao Wujiang raised his eyes and saw blue sky, white clouds, and wind.
After he practiced the indestructible power of Vajra, his cultivation was not obvious. Although he looked as gentle as jade, he looked more like a handsome scholar who had no power to bind a chicken.
But he could keenly sense the movement not far away around him.
Regarding Jiajiu's departure, he smiled in his heart, understanding that Jiajiu was different from Jiajiu.
A23 is older and more easy-going, and generally does not interfere with anything except his own safety. A19 is more "loyal to his duties" and will report his whereabouts to the empress.
Zhao Wujiang had known this for a long time, and he had no worries about the Empress having any concerns.
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Imperial City, Royal Study.
The empress is reviewing the memorial.
There was a touch of pale rosiness on her cheeks. She had contracted a cold last night. Although she was much better after taking Zhao Wujiang's medicinal soup this morning, she still coughed from time to time and felt a slight pain from her throat to her chest.
I don't know whether it was because of the cold wind, the burning of her head, or the fact that many of the courtiers' memorials were extremely perfunctory, but the empress felt an unknown fire rising in her heart, which seemed to be burning her body.
It's just that the firelight was so weird that she couldn't feel the heat, but felt a little cold.
"Dong dong dong."
There was a knock on the door:
"Reporting to your Majesty, Old Slave Jia Nineteen would like to see you."
"Come in." The empress said in a deep voice, holding a red pen to draw on the memorial. These courtiers were getting worse and worse in their work, which made her look even more ugly.
Jia Nineteen entered the imperial study, knelt down on the ground, and saluted respectfully:
"Old slave A19 came to report Master Zhao's whereabouts."
"Zhao Wujiang's whereabouts?" The Empress wondered. Didn't she order that Zhao Wujiang's whereabouts would not be reported in the future? By the way, Jia Nineteen and the others were on a mission to investigate Loulan Gu.
"Report to your Majesty." Jia Jiu's face was solemn:
"Master Zhao went to the east of the city today and met a beautiful woman. The two talked and laughed, but I don't know what they talked about. Afterwards, Master Zhao also gave an item from the palace to the beautiful woman."
Talking and laughing, beautiful women... The empress's brain reflexes declined before she recovered from the cold, and she could only extract a few keywords.
Her face darkened and she said angrily:
"What did I send you to do?"
"Send the old slave to go..." Jiajiu Jiu's heart skipped a beat, why did the emperor become so angry for a moment? Could it be that I made some mistake?
He hesitated and said:
"I'm going to...protect...Master Zhao..."
"Then what are you reporting to me now? Are you reporting that you have left your post without permission?" The empress's eyebrows were majestic and angry:
"I stress again, none of you need to report his whereabouts in the future, just report his safety!"
Jia Nineteen swallowed, and he finally understood why Jia Ersan was so carefree. It turned out that he only needed to protect Zhao Wujiang's safety.
No wonder Ersan said it was a good job... He hurriedly responded: "I obey the order."
His heart was filled with shock. He could not have imagined that the emperor would trust Zhao Wujiang so much that he did not need to report his whereabouts.
In the past dynasties, Long Yin Guards protected the emperor's confidants or important officials in the court and were required to report their whereabouts. The emperor's behavior now clearly showed his utmost trust in Zhao Wujiang. This was unprecedented and unheard of in the past years of Jia Jiu.
"Get back!" The empress glared angrily. She knew that she was angry not because Jiajiu came to report the matter, but because of the content of Jiajiu's report.
Beautiful women, talking and laughing...
The Empress felt strange, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
Last night she tasted Zhao Wujiang's fishy taste, and this morning she drank Zhao Wujiang's bitterness and the sweetness of Zhao Wujiang's concern, but now she seemed to feel a little sour.
She had mixed feelings, and she was angry that her majesty was no longer there.
He has his own way of doing things and presumably has his own plans. Should the woman be a partner or someone who can help him, or one of his informants in Kyoto? He should not have an affair with that woman... Xuanyuan Jing, what are you thinking about? Does this matter have anything to do with you? You are the emperor! Now that we have to deal with the memorial, how can we be upset about it?
The empress's mind was turbulent and confused.
I must be like this because the cold air has entered my body, my thinking is poor, and my heart has been attacked by evil fire... Yes, that's it, the cold wind and evil fire have messed up my mind... She covered her mouth and coughed twice, and her complexion surged up again. Pale and ruddy.
She picked up the memorial again and kept reviewing it with her ink pen. After a long while, she suddenly threw out a memorial with a cold face:
"Rebellious ministers and traitors!"
