The wait is long.
Zhao Wujiang was in the Yangxin Hall, analyzing all the possibilities for Xuanyuan Jing to do this.
He couldn't figure out what the problem was that caused Xuanyuan Jing, who used to be willing to share and communicate everything, to be preoccupied during this period and not talk to him.
He knew that this was definitely not a crisis of trust. On the contrary, the trust between him and Xuanyuan Jing was stronger than before.
Youshi.
The stronger the wind and snow outside, the darker the sky.
"Squeak." With a sound, Xuanyuan Jing, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, pushed the door open and entered.
"Huh? You're back?" The dignity and coldness in Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows disappeared a lot, and she was filled with joy. She walked to Zhao Wujiang and sat down:
"Is your trip going well?"
Zhao Wujiang nodded and looked into Xuanyuan Jing's eyes.
Xuanyuan Jing was confused, quickly checked his clothes, and said with a smile:
"Is there something foreign on my clothes? Or is there any flaw on my cheek?"
"I know everything." Zhao Wujiang's eyes were blazing and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. He lied that he knew and wanted to deceive Xuanyuan Jing.
"You got the news very quickly." Xuanyuan Jing's brows were majestic:
"In a few days, Daxia will send troops to attack Southern Xinjiang. What do you think are the chances of winning?"
"I'm not talking about this." Zhao Wujiang looked serious. He had discussed the attack on Southern Xinjiang with Xuanyuan Jing before leaving, so it was not surprising.
Xuanyuan Jing became more and more confused, and at the same time her heart suddenly tightened, and her heart suddenly surged. She said calmly:
"Then what are you talking about?"
"Dugu Mingyue told me that if the child in her belly is a boy, you will agree to make her the crown prince." Zhao Wujiang stared at Xuanyuan Jing. He was feeling the changes in Xuanyuan Jing and wanted to get a glimpse of the changes.
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Xuanyuan Jing's eyes dimmed imperceptibly, and he shook his head and smiled:
"If it's a boy, he should be made the prince. Otherwise, how will he deal with the Dugu family?"
Zhao Wujiang was as meticulous as his hair. Although Xuanyuan Jing hid it well, he could feel the subtle changes in Xuanyuan Jing's voice and the dejection of his mind. His voice was low:
"What about the Daxia bloodline orthodoxy that you have always insisted on?
Xuanyuan Jing, I know everything, why do you still hide it from me? "
"I..." There was a look of shock in Xuanyuan Jing's eyes, and then it quickly dimmed. Her originally tall and majestic body also slumped a little lower. Her voice lost its coldness and became a little more trembling:
"Now that you know it, you should...understand me..."
Zhao Wujiang took a step closer, held Xuanyuan Jing's slender hand with both hands, and said solemnly:
"I lied to you.
I don't know what happened at all, I just know that you are hiding something from me. "
Xuanyuan Jing was sullen for a moment and wanted to break away from Zhao Wujiang's big hand, but when she saw Zhao Wujiang's deep and gentle eyes, her heart softened and moisture rose in her eyes.
"Tell me, what happened, we can face it together and bear it together!" Zhao Wujiang's voice was extremely gentle.
Xuanyuan Jing's lips trembled as he made the final act of stubbornness:
"I'm fine..."
Zhao Wujiang pulled Xuanyuan Jing into his arms with a big hand and held him tightly:
"If you don't say anything for a moment, I won't let go for a moment."
Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows were lowered and he did not struggle. The original soft and waxy voice was no longer in a crying tone:
"You...shameless..."
"Isn't this the first day you know that I, Zhao Wujiang, am shameless?" Zhao Wujiang hugged Xuanyuan Jing tightly, feeling the increasingly intense heat and throbbing, he said softly:
"I'm always here for you, tell me okay?"
Xuanyuan Jing's eyes were like water, and he leaned his head on Zhao Wujiang's shoulder. The grievances and sourness in his heart were like a flood at this moment, overflowing his body and rising to the tip of his nose.
Her chest rose and fell as if she was sobbing, and she cried:
"Zhao Wujiang, I'm going to die."
