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The night is cold.
Xuanyuan Jing hugged Zhao Wujiang's hands tighter and tighter.
It was like holding a small stove under the falling snow. The warmth of the stove made her unable to help but get close.
Until dawn.
The postures of the two of them changed, and she didn't know when she was curled up in Zhao Wujiang's arms, being hugged gently by Zhao Wujiang.
It was bright and bright outside the house. If it had been the past, the two of them would have woken up long ago and were doing their own things, such as reviewing memorials in the royal study, or inspecting the palace people in the harem.
The empress slowly opened her eyes. She slept very soundly that night.
Feeling the warm and familiar breath, she was startled and wanted to struggle, but she suddenly realized that Zhao Wujiang didn't seem to be moving.
Forget it, he must have gone to Wangzhou and was too tired from traveling around. It is normal for him to sleep soundly now. Let him sleep... The empress felt tenderness in her heart and slowly closed her eyes without making any sound. .
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were smiling, and he hugged the person in his arms tightly.
She hasn't woken up yet, so she has been transformed into a stressed girl all day long, putting all the pressure on her shoulders. It's rare for her to sleep so deeply at this time, so let her rest more.
The two of them each had their own tender feelings, and it wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that the two of them "woke up" leisurely.
The empress regained her majesty, Zhao Wujiang smiled as gently as ever, and both of them were working on their new schedules.
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The sound of water rushing.
At the entrance of the canyon, there are abundant water and grass.
The trails in the valley are winding and lead directly to the flower path in the depths.
There were people transporting timber in and out of the valley.
Slow at first, then urgent, and finally tired.
Tired and weak, there was a clang, the wood fell to the ground, and someone exclaimed.
In Wuya Pavilion, flowers are like jade houses.
Hua Ruyu hurriedly picked up something that accidentally slipped to the ground. This thing was a gift from Zhao Wujiang. It was said that it was something commonly used by ladies in the palace. It was made of wood and was called a donkey.
Her face flushed, and she put away the picture hanging on the bed curtain. The man in the picture was handsome and graceful, with a hidden smile.
"Eh." She let out a long sigh, put down the stacked skirts around her waist, and straightened her slightly wet and messy hair. After confirming that everything was fine, she began to wipe the wet wood and put it back into the box.
Originally, there was no need for her to be in a hurry and she could enjoy herself, but someone just announced that the pavilion master had arrived and was discussing matters with three elders in the front hall study.
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Wuya Pavilion, study room.
The two elders Zhao Wujiang, Su Liangjiu and Su Shanchang continued to discuss matters related to the construction of Wuya Pavilion. Gu Nanyuan listened quietly, looking a little pale.
"Two elders, let's make preparations according to what we just discussed." Zhao Wujiang was attentive and naturally noticed Gu Nanyuan's state.
"Yes, Pavilion Master." The two brothers surnamed Su said respectfully. Ever since they learned that there were several powerful masters around the Pavilion Master, they became more respectful:
"Pavilion Master, there is one more thing. Wuya Pavilion has also received an invitation to the Kyoto gang conference tomorrow. I wonder... whether to go or not?"
"go."
Zhao Wujiang said solemnly, the purpose of the gang conference is to communicate and set rules and regulations to facilitate the harmonious development of gangs across Kyoto. Now that Wuya Pavilion has just been established, it needs to show its reputation.
At the same time, he also hopes to unite the major gangs in Kyoto to help him fight against future unexpected events.
The elder retreated in response.
Only then did Zhao Wujiang take Gu Nanyuan's jade hand, which felt cold.
"Let's go to your room." He frowned and pulled Gu Nanyuan.
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Gu Nanyuan's wing.
Zhao Wujiang took Gu Nanyuan's pulse and felt the disorder of the pulse. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
"It's not a big deal, it's just Kuishui." Gu Nanyuan felt the worry of the man in front of her, her eyes filled with tenderness.
Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice:
"Woman Kuishui, her menstrual pain is unbearable. You should tell me earlier so that I can prescribe medicine for you to relieve the pain."
"Yeah." Gu Nanyuan's peach blossom eyes trembled, and she hummed obediently. She lay in Zhao Wujiang's arms and murmured shyly:
"Zhao...lang..."
Um? Zhao Wujiang was slightly stunned. Gu Nanyuan directly called him Zhao Lang, making him unable to react for a moment.
"You want me." Gu Nanyuan pursed her red lips tightly and raised her eyes to look at Zhao Wujiang, her eyes full of tenderness and tenderness.
During the Kuishui period, he fought bloody battles, dare not dare... Zhao Wujiang did not let go of Gu Nanyuan's wrist, still feeling the pulse, and his sword eyebrows gradually raised.
He felt a fire inside Gu Nanyuan's body. The fire was full of sharp sword energy, and the yang of the sword energy conflicted with the yin of Kui Shui.
Gu Nanyuan's face became paler and his condition was sluggish.
He turned his left hand and a silver needle appeared.
Amid Gu Nanyuan's shy exclamation, he lifted up Gu Nanyuan's skirt and inserted the silver needle a few inches below Gu Nanyuan's lower abdomen through her underwear.
He had no charming thoughts, because the situation was urgent. Now Gu Nanyuan was out of water and fire, and the fire and sword energy in his body was burning out Gu Nanyuan's Yuan Yin.
