Love is so profound.
Deep love was exchanged for full affection. Zhao Wujiang was washed with milk by Su Huayi, and he felt the beauty's unconcealable affection.
Love grows over time, and the ancients will not deceive me.
Whether it is a verb or a noun, there is a reason for it.
The verb is Su Huayi. Love is not just something you say, it also has to be done.
The noun is Xuanyuan Jing, getting along day and night, gradually developing feelings for each other.
When Zhao Wujiang returned to Yangxin Hall, he met Xuanyuan Jing who was leisurely reading ancient books.
Xuanyuan Jing lost a lot of the naturalness of the past, and instead had some evasive eyes.
After her affection was revealed, she felt a little shy when facing Zhao Wujiang.
He is obviously the emperor of the dynasty and should have the aura of an emperor. Why do he seem a little unsure when facing his ministers?
But after all, she is a girl, and a woman's feelings, when facing the person she cares about, lose a lot of her majesty, but become more delicate and real.
And her majesty has never dissipated, but when facing Zhao Wujiang, she unconsciously restrained herself to avoid being too aggressive and hurting her sweetheart.
Zhao Wujiang smiled and sat next to Xuanyuan Jing and took the initiative to hold her hand. She only struggled slightly and let Zhao Wujiang hold her hand, but his words were majestic and assertive:
"Why are you holding my hand? Tell me if you have something!"
"Your Majesty, I miss you." Zhao Wujiang chuckled.
"Ha..." Xuanyuan Jing rolled his eyes at Zhao Wujiang, looking like he didn't like this, but the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and he felt happy in his heart.
"Hey, I almost forgot something." Zhao Wujiang saw the ancient books Xuanyuan Jing put on the table and remembered what he wanted to do.
Under Xuanyuan Jing's confused eyes, he began to look for paper and pen.
Soon, Zhao Wujiang found pen and ink letterhead and began to write a letter.
He tapped the inkstone lightly with his pen. The ink in the inkstone was as black as lacquer and was made by burning stone fat. Even compared to the famous pine ink in Daxia, it was not inferior.
Zhao Wujiang looked at the dark ink stains and sniffed them, thoughtfully.
Shizhi is recorded in "Geographical Records", "There is Wei (wei) water in Gaonu County that can burn", "There is a mountain in the south of the county, and the stone comes out of the spring. It is as big as oil. It burns very brightly and is inedible. People in the county call it stone." paint".
Whether it is water or stone paint, it is the stone fat or petroleum, but the name is different.
Stone grease can be used as medicine, lubricant, and sometimes used for lighting. However, it produces smoke when burned, so few people use it.
It can be used as medicine and used to make ink, which is a pity... Zhao Wujiang sighed, as a doctor, he couldn't see good medicinal materials being wasted.
He slowly put pen to paper and was about to write, but something seemed wrong.
But he soon calmed down and started writing furiously on the paper.
There are two letters in total.
One letter is written to Dugu Tianqing who is far away in the north. He will secretly send someone to the north and give it to Dugu Tianqing.
The other letter was written to Yang Miaozhen. He hoped to see if there was a way to break the curse of the Xuanyuan family through Yang Miaozhen.
The letter asked Yang Miaozhen to contact the Taoist priest of Renzong, the man known as the divine fortune teller, and ask the divine fortune teller to come up with a solution.
After Zhao Wujiang finished writing the letter, he dried the ink stains and stuffed them into two envelopes respectively without asking Xuanyuan Jing if he wanted to read them.
Because when he wrote the letter, Xuanyuan Jing was already standing beside him and read every word without missing a word.
Xuanyuan Jing was a little excited in her heart. Zhao Wujiang was thoughtful and thoughtful. She had a kind of pride in recognizing men with a keen eye. There was also a warmth in her heart. Zhao Wujiang was particularly concerned about her affairs.
But she quickly raised her eyebrows, narrowed her eyes slightly, and asked:
"Who is Miaozhen?"
"The Saint of the Renzong." Zhao Wujiang's face turned red and his heart stopped beating, and he rummaged for the elixir in his medicine box.
Xuanyuan Jing could not help but feel jealous, and said coldly:
"That's a very affectionate name."
"Jinger." Zhao Wujiang chuckled.
Xuanyuan Jing snorted and turned his face away.
"Look, you won't accept any intimacy..." Zhao Wujiang spread his hands.
Xuanyuan Jing gritted his silver teeth:
"You have to call me your emperor!"
Zhao Wujiang held the box:
"Okay Jing'er, it's Jing'er, give way to Jing'er."
