"what have you found?"
Xuanyuan Jing's long autumn eyes rippled, and she noticed that Zhao Wujiang's eyes became solemn just for a moment, as if he had discovered something.
"I think I saw a curse."
Zhao Wujiang kept flipping through "Tao Zang" in his mind, trying to find a solution in it.
Since the curse can be seen through one of the Taoist arts called Qi Watching, there should be a way to solve the curse in the Taoist arts.
As he continued to read, his head felt heavier and heavier, as if it was filled with lead. After all, he thought too quickly and too frequently, which was extremely draining of his mind.
Xuanyuan Jing saw that Zhao Wujiang had nothing to say and looked thoughtful, so he didn't bother him.
After a long time, Zhao Wujiang sighed softly. There are two ways to contact the power of the curse.
First, to untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must kill the person who cast the curse.
Second, clearly understand the curse and then break it.
But now we don’t know who the person who planted the curse is. If we go by the time, the person who planted the curse is probably quite old. He is hidden in the vast world. Where can he find it?
As for understanding the curse, except for the person who planted the curse, who else in the world can clearly understand the curse?
"What's wrong?" Xuanyuan Jing's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he forced a smile and spread his smile:
"If there is no solution, it's okay. Don't worry too much."
"Don't worry, it can be solved." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and said with relief.
"It's just a little difficult..."
Xuanyuan Jing stared at Zhao Wujiang blankly, with a thin layer of water vapor in his eyes.
"I know it all, you don't have to lie to me..."
"Really." Zhao Wujiang smiled and held something with one hand, but he couldn't hold it. The soft and warm fragrance seemed to want to slip away from his fingers at any time. He raised his sword eyebrows:
"I can speak to your conscience."
Xuanyuan Jing didn't react for a while. It wasn't until she felt Zhao Wujiang's big hand twisting that she reacted. She slapped Zhao Wujiang's hand away in shame and anger, and quickly wrapped her clothes tightly.
She hugged her legs and sat on the bed, covering her upper body, but inadvertently exposed the scenery below her, but she didn't notice it, and her heart was a little heavy.
Zhao Wujiang sat closer, put his arms around Xuanyuan Jing's delicate yet strong waist, and said gently:
"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to break this curse."
"You said before that I am your woman?" Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows gradually showed dignity and a touch of tenderness, which was somewhat contradictory and confusing.
Zhao Wujiang's big hand wants to invade:
"Is not it?"
Xuanyuan Jing pressed Zhao Wujiang's hand tightly, biting his red lips with his silver teeth:
"When did I become your woman?"
She and Zhao Wujiang only had a thin layer of window paper that was not broken, but they both knew the other's position in their hearts, but they didn't say it clearly, or they just didn't say it clearly, so it was difficult to put it on the table.
"It will be in the future." Zhao Wujiang's probing hand was held down, and he turned to interlock his fingers with Xuanyuan Jing.
Xuanyuan Jing’s forehead was pressed against Zhao Wujiang’s, and the two of them embraced each other with their breaths. Her eyes were filled with pulse, her breath was like blue, and she said seriously every word:
"When the war crisis in Daxia is over, when my curse...is lifted...
I want you to sleep with me.
I want to give birth to the orthodox bloodline of Daxia with you. "
"You can do it now..." Zhao Wujiang was burning with passion, and his lips were close to Xuanyuan Jing's.
"I'm afraid..."
Xuanyuan Jing's eyes flickered and her breathing became heavier. She pointed at Zhao Wujiang's lips to stop him. Although she felt that she wanted to merge with Zhao Wujiang at this time, her reason was still there.
She didn't say what she was afraid of, but Zhao Wujiang understood, and she also knew that Zhao Wujiang understood.
She understood better that Zhao Wujiang would stay rational for her.
Just as she expected, Zhao Wujiang just held her tightly in his arms, and the hotness made her feel at ease like never before.
She lay quietly in Zhao Wujiang's arms. The emperor's majesty and indifference were hidden only for this man, and the woman's tenderness and gentleness bloomed only for this man.
The two embraced each other and fell into the night with the skylight.
Like two twinkling stars nestled together, no matter how the galaxy flows, they will never be separated.
