All the way to the west, all the way to the north.
The horse's bells jingled and swayed, and Zhao Wujiang followed the bumps and bumps on the horse's back, like green duckweed swaying in the wind.
Kyoto can be seen in the distance, and the wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.
He was dressed in jet-black clothes, with an angry red horse underneath him, which was extremely conspicuous among the gray and white of the sky and the earth.
Many passers-by stopped and looked at this handsome young man in surprise. They wondered why under the heavy snow, the young man could not hide but looked gentle on his face.
Zhao Wujiang took off the withered yellow wine gourd tied around his waist and took a sip of wine. The smell of wine entered his stomach, turning into a trickle of warmth and leisure.
This wine is apricot blossom wine, brewed this spring.
On his way home, he passed by a small village wine shop and was attracted by the faint aroma of wine, so he bought a bottle.
It's not expensive at all, only two cents of silver.
The shopkeeper of the wine shop is a rough and enthusiastic man. He said that the snow this year is particularly heavy, and the next year will be a good year. If the crops grow well, the wine will be better.
But how did the shopkeeper know that auspicious snow would usher in a good harvest, provided that there was no intrusion from the war?
Daxia will fall into a war situation after the winter snow comes to an end.
Only when the war is won can we have good years of good harvests, otherwise life will only become more difficult.
Sometimes it is very helpless to be an ordinary person, unable to do anything in the face of big changes.
And sometimes you are lucky to be an ordinary person. At least when the sky is overturned and the sea is falling, someone will stand in front of you.
The sky and the earth were vast, and the wind and snow became stronger. Zhao Wujiang let out a breath of hot breath, wrapped his big hands around the reins to control the horse, and tightened the reins. The horse woke up, snorted, and began to gallop quickly in the wind and snow.
The angry red horse, the fresh clothes like ink, and the shallow marks on the snow were soon covered up by the wind and snow.
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Zhao Wujiang returned to Kyoto with a dusty body.
Passing through the imperial city, the number of guards has increased a lot compared to before.
After all, Long Yinwei suffered too many losses in the battle with Xuanyuan Yuheng.
Without this group of powerful royal guards, they can only be filled with the number of imperial guards.
The renovation of the Yangxin Hall has been completed, and the Ministry of Works does not dare to neglect the residence of the emperor.
Zhao Wujiang returned to the Yangxin Hall first and found that Xuanyuan Jing was not in the Yangxin Hall. He must have been discussing important matters or handling memorials in the imperial study.
The New Year is approaching, Jiazichun is also coming, and many tedious things are coming with it.
Zhao Wujiang simply changed his clothes and left for Qifeng Palace to visit Dugu Mingyue.
There are many guards in Qifeng Palace, including not only the imperial army's imperial guards, but also the dead soldiers of the Dugu family.
But when he saw that the person coming was Zhao Wujiang, he didn't stop him.
They knew that Zhao Wujiang was a confidant of the emperor, a confidant of the Dugu family, and a person whom Queen Dugu Mingyue trusted extremely.
Arrive at the palace.
Qing'er, who was picking plum blossoms in a small basket in the courtyard of the palace, was overjoyed. She flew towards Zhao Wujiang like a fluttering butterfly, threw herself into Zhao Wujiang's arms without hesitation, hugged Zhao Wujiang's waist tightly, and hummed:
"Zhao Wujiang, where have you been these days?"
"How are you these days, my empress?"
Zhao Wujiang rubbed Qing'er's head. As the flowers grew older and the buds bloomed, Qing'er also lost a lot of its greenness and became more beautiful and refined.
Although Qing'er's status in the palace is that of Dugu Mingyue's personal maid, she has always been a member of the Dugu family and Dugu Mingyue's clan sister.
Compared with Dugu Mingyue, she is a little less graceful, luxurious and bright, but a little more sweet and pleasant, Xiaojiabiyu.
"Your Majesty, your health is very good these days." Qing'er shook the plum blossom petals in the small bamboo basket, grinned, revealing two shallow dimples and shiny little tiger teeth:
"I'm in a very good mood, no, I'm preparing to make plum blossom cakes, hehe."
Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and nodded.
It's good to be in good physical and mental condition. Pregnant women naturally need to maintain a good physical condition and mood during the months before giving birth.
Judging by the time and his previous diagnosis, Dugu Mingyue's child will be born in nearly mid-spring.
