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Dugu Yihe opened his mouth, his soulmate was right in front of him, but he didn't know how to speak.
Every word in Zhao Wujiang's poems seems to be describing the recent situation between him and Liu Zhe these years.
He entered the battlefield in a drunken dream, but when he woke up, he was in the court. The huge gap made people sigh and sigh.
Especially seeing that Da Xia has gradually weakened over the years, they even want to personally sit on the border and make contributions to Da Xia.
As time goes by, they are getting older and their ambitions are hard to achieve.
Liu Zhe let out a long sigh, staring at Zhao Wujiang with his old eyes, sighing in his heart, if Zhao Wujiang had entered the court five years earlier, how could Daxia be so weak?
The ministers forgot to drink for a moment and looked at Zhao Wujiang as if they were looking at a banished immortal.
At a young age, there are hills and valleys in my chest. These hills and valleys are the vast country of Daxia.
"Come again!" Zhao Wujiang became proud again.
The ministers were talking a lot, trying to embarrass Zhao Wujiang, but they didn't believe that Zhao Wujiang could really do anything.
Someone had a flash of inspiration, smiled secretly, and said cautiously:
"Master Zhao, I wonder if you know this poem about the love between men and women?"
As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted a lot of praise.
As we all know, Zhao Wujiang is a eunuch and an incomplete man. So does he have feelings for men and women? Apparently not.
Zhao Wujiang felt a special gaze, which was complex and familiar.
Although he didn't look at it, he knew that this was the gaze the empress was sending.
Then he pondered slightly and said:
"A pair of people from one generation to the next in life, competing for education and ecstasy in two places.
If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?
It's easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it's hard to run across the blue sea for medicine.
If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty. "
The ministers froze on the spot, a little numb with shock. They did not expect that Zhao Wujiang could even compose such poems, and that he was so sincere and sincere.
Could it be that Zhao Wujiang had a childhood sweetheart before he entered the palace?
The ministers were thinking in their minds, and the more they thought about it, the more it made sense. Zhao Wujiang and his childhood sweetheart were separated in two places, but now that he was an official in the court, it was difficult to return to his hometown, so he often missed him but could not see him.
The empress bit her red lips and wondered, did Zhao Wujiang really miss his childhood sweetheart?
When she thought of this, she felt slightly sour in her heart.
Until she looked at Zhao Wujiang and found that Zhao Wujiang's eyes were hidden in his disheveled hair, staring at her, his eyes as deep as the night and as bright as the stars.
The empress panicked for a moment, and her eyes averted. She quickly drank a glass of wine, trying to cover up the surge in her heart. At this moment, she felt her heart beating like a drum, as if she was about to jump out of her body and run towards Zhao Wujiang.
Only then did she realize that the distance between the two places in Zhao Wujiang's poem was the thin layer of window paper that separated the two people.
At the same time, she couldn't help but feel happy in her heart, happy that Zhao Wujiang also had feelings for her.
She had to admit that in the constant interaction, she did have different feelings for this amazingly talented, gentle and jade-like man.
But the joy and panic soon turned into sighs. If Daxia was unhappy, she would never be limited by the love between her children.
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At the beginning of Shen Shi.
The imperial city, the Yangxin Hall, and the sleeping palace.
After Zhao Wujiang showed off his talents at the banquet, he probably drank too much and was too drunk, so he fell into a deep sleep.
The sleeping Zhao Wujiang had no gentle smile, no majestic coldness, only the slightly sunken corners of his mouth on his cheeks.
Xuanyuan Jing sat on the chair beside the bed. Only after her alcohol suppressed the shackles in her mind and Zhao Wujiang fell asleep did she have the courage to look at Zhao Wujiang unabashedly.
She stared blankly at Zhao Wujiang's slightly trembling long eyelashes. She knew that under his eyelids, Zhao Wujiang had a pair of eyes that could speak.
"If Daxia prospers and something happens here, I and you..."
Xuanyuan Jing's eyes became softer and softer, like a pool of autumn water. She murmured softly, but she only said half of the words before she fell silent.
With a sigh, she stood up with a slight shake. There were still some memorials from the border that she had not yet dealt with.
Xuanyuan Jing looked back, suddenly smiled, turned and left.
