...
The carriage drove slowly towards the imperial city.
The big maroon horse clicked, and Jia Ersan pulled the reins to select a route, trying to reduce the bumps of the carriage so that Zhao Wujiang in the carriage could sleep soundly without waking up.
"It's better to tear the black and white fishnet meat shreds with your hands."
“Maid housekeeping nurse JK…”
"Jungle on the fifth floor, if you don't give it, give it away..."
"Are you leaving it here to feed the fish? It's full!"
"..."
Jia 23 and Jia 19 listened to Zhao Wujiang murmuring, saying some words that they could not understand at all.
"mom!"
Zhao Wujiang screamed, and he suddenly woke up and sat up, his eyes red as blood, and his spine trembled with pain that penetrated his bones.
"Hey!" The imperial city was close at hand, and when they felt the movement, Jia 23 and Jia 19 hurriedly stopped their horses and opened the curtains of their cars.
When they saw Zhao Wujiang sitting dumbly and felt the fierce sword energy emanating from Zhao Wujiang's body, they were extremely shocked.
The vastness of this sword energy made them all feel strong oppression, as if Zhao Wujiang had turned into a giant sword that could break the sky at any time.
"Master Zhao?" Jia Ersan murmured slightly, feeling that something was wrong with Zhao Wujiang's state.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were as deep as a bloody night, and he stared at Jia Ersan:
"What did I just say?"
"What kind of silk, what kind of jungle stuff..." Jia Ersan answered vaguely. He really didn't understand or hear clearly.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were cold, and he suddenly remembered that he might have said something he shouldn't have said:
"What poems did you write after the dinner?"
"Well...that's too much...Sir, you just learned Zongheng, and you amazed everyone, and you have so many poems..." Jia Ersan thought back and said:
"But Sir, you mentioned that you are from Lanxin City. Judging from your appearance and accent, I really didn't expect that you were from Lanzhou Lanxin City."
Zhao Wujiang patted his head, which felt extremely heavy. Logically speaking, he would not be drunk at all. He sighed:
"Yes, I am Lan...xinren. I haven't been home for a long time..."
"It is normal to have heavy thoughts after drinking and to feel homesick and homesick..."
Jia Ersan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that the sword energy in Zhao Wujiang's body was slowly fading away. He was suspicious, but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he lowered the car curtain, turned around and drove towards the imperial city.
"Wujiang can't bear it anymore..."
"Let's do it..."
The whistling wind and the sound of iron were heard in Zhao Wujiang's mind. He could also hear a baby crying and a woman anxious.
"Boom!" A dull sound suddenly sounded in his head.
He felt as if his spine had been shattered by a heavy object, and pain swept through his body.
"Hurry up!"
"quick!"
He heard panicked voices in his head. These voices were extremely anxious, as if they were coming from across the years.
"How can Wujiang bear it? Uh-huh..."
"Don't cry, he will definitely be able to do it..."
Zhao Wujiang sat blankly, and strange sounds sounded in his mind from time to time, as if the scene in his dream was reflected in reality.
The carriage shook, his head lowered, his eyes opened and closed, sword energy flowing in them.
...
The harem of the imperial city, Qifeng Palace.
As Dugu Mingyue's belly swelled day by day, she not only became more kind and maternal, she also became fond of eating, sleeping, and tidying up the room.
Qing'er advised her many times, saying that she could let the palace maids do the cleaning of the room, but Dugu Mingyue always refused because Zhao Wujiang said that more exercise is good for the fetus.
At this moment, Dugu Mingyue, accompanied by Qing'er and protected by the Dugu family and imperial city guards, came to the back hall of Qifeng Palace.
The back hall is where Qifeng Palace accumulates debris.
Pushing open the door to the apse, the breath of earthly time hits your face. No one has cleaned this place for a long time, and the air is filled with dust.
Qing'er quickly took out a silk scarf and covered the empress's mouth and nose, muttering:
"Mom, it's very dusty here. Why don't you let someone else clean it?"
"It doesn't matter, just ventilate it more. Although there is a lot of dust, the smell makes people feel at ease..."
Dugu Mingyue fanned herself and stood at the door, letting the setting sun shine into the house, and the dust was flying in the light.
After waiting for a while, Dugu Mingyue entered the hall with her lower abdomen supported. Inside the hall were wooden boxes or packages, all covered with a layer of gray.
Qing'er pursed her lips, covered her mouth and nose with a small brush, and cleaned them one by one. Then she opened the wooden box, revealing the items inside that were colored but had lost their luster.
"Hey, it's just the red hairpin I wore when I first entered the palace, and the wooden sword given by my father." Dugu Mingyue saw the items in the wooden box, and memories flew through her mind. Looking back on the past, she couldn't help but Smile.
The wooden boxes and packages were opened one by one, and Dugu Mingyue exclaimed from time to time.
It wasn't until Qing'er opened a wooden box that was less than a foot long and wide that both of them looked puzzled.
In the wooden box, there is a blue and white book quietly placed, and a palm-sized wooden box.
"What is this?" Qing'er looked puzzled, picked up the book, flipped through it casually, and muttered:
"Hey, my dear, this is actually the medicine book that Eunuch Zhao Shou left to Zhao Wujiang?
When was it placed in the apse miscellaneous warehouse? "
