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Daxia has a vast territory and abundant resources.
The combination of martial arts and culture, supplemented by the blending of different cultures of various ethnic groups in Daxia, left Daxia with a seed that could flourish hundreds of flowers.
It's just that this kind of seed took root and sprouted, but before it bloomed, it was trampled by violent storms and iron horses.
There was blood floating in the oars, corpses littered the fields, and the flames of war burned Daxia into a world of blood red and black.
The arrow feathers were trembling, piercing the heart of Zhao Wujiang, who was dressed in black like ink.
Blood flowers bloomed in the darkness, and Zhao Wujiang's body, which was about to fall, looked back at Xuanyuan Jing for the last time, with the same gentle smile and deep reluctance as always in his eyes.
Xuanyuan Jing wailed sadly:
"No!"
"No!" Xuanyuan Jing suddenly opened her eyes, cold sweat seeping out on her forehead, she panted and looked around quickly.
Familiar bed curtains, house beams, and darkness all around.
In a trance, the door was ringing softly, the candlelight was flickering, and Zhao Wujiang's hazy figure approached with a dim yellow halo.
"What's wrong?"
A gentle, tired voice of concern sounded.
Xuanyuan Jing came back to her senses and saw Zhao Wujiang, who was wearing a coat, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and walking slowly with a lamp in his hand. Her eyes suddenly felt hot, her nose was slightly sour, and she said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"nothing...
I...just had a dream..."
"Well..." Zhao Wujiang patted his yawning lips and smiled faintly:
"There are a lot of official documents and memorials that I have to deal with this morning. Go to sleep, I'm..."
"Zhao Wujiang..." Xuanyuan Jing opened her mouth, but then stopped. The chaotic scene of blood and fire kept reappearing in her mind. The look back at Zhao Wujiang when he fell made her heart still tremble.
"Huh?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were as deep as the night, and his eyes flickered slightly like the stars in the night sky. He smiled lightly, picked up a wooden chair, placed it next to Xuanyuan Jing's bed, sat down, and sighed:
"I'm right by your side. If you want to say something, feel free to say it. If you want to sleep, feel free to sleep..."
Xuanyuan Jing blinked as hard as she could, trying to evaporate the hazy water vapor in her eyes. She stared into Zhao Wujiang's smiling eyes and finally opened her heart:
"Zhao Wujiang, can you...sleep next to me?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m just... I’m just worried about you catching a cold at night and getting cold..."
"Don't touch me!" Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows, blew out the candle, and stepped onto the bed amidst Xuanyuan Jing's exclamations.
In the dark night, Xuanyuan Jing breathed a long sigh of relief. Her eyes finally no longer needed to be hidden in the dark night, and showed extremely softness. She stretched out her hands, wanting to hug Zhao Wujiang.
Ever since the last time he fulfilled his bet and fell asleep holding Zhao Wujiang in his arms, the peace of mind he had never felt before and the throbbing deep in his heart emerged all the time, making his heart yearn to have it again.
It's just that she is the emperor, and she is the one who takes the lead in Daxia now. She can't show too much emotion, she has to maintain her majesty.
At this moment, a big hand gently held her wrist and placed it on the broad back.
She was shocked and said quickly: "I just..."
"Go to sleep."
Zhao Wujiang only said one sentence.
"Hmm..." Xuanyuan Jing pursed her red lips, closed her eyes and hummed softly.
Perhaps the cold night deepened, or the nightmares were terrifying. During the night, Xuanyuan Jing's body kept shaking, and she hugged Zhao Wujiang tighter and tighter. It was not until Zhao Wujiang gently hugged her back that she breathed calmly and fell into a deep sleep.
A dream that lasts until the end of autumn and the first day of winter when the sky is bright.
The two of them ate breakfast, discussed the future, thought about countermeasures, and made preparations.
One person went to the imperial study room, and the other went to the six departments of Shangshu.
Seasonally, how long is winter? But more than two months.
But in the future, how long will winter be? I don’t know where it will go.
What Zhao Wujiang had to do was to stir the water in the Chao Bureau to a boil before the cold winter to prevent it from freezing.
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