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Yangxin Hall, the emperor's bedroom.
"Er San, you must personally deliver this letter and this bottle of pills to Dugu Tianqing."
Zhao Wujiang handed the letter in his hand and a small white jade glass bottle containing the elixir to Jia Ersan, and said seriously:
"It's a long way here, so be careful."
"Yes, sir."
Jia Ersan respectfully took the letter and the elixir and said yes.
He still looked kind and kind, and felt deeply in his heart.
In less than a year, he witnessed the rapid rise of Zhao Wujiang, from an unknown eunuch in the harem to a fifth-rank courtier who is deeply favored and trusted by the emperor.
He also possesses amazing medical skills, versatile talents, powerful martial arts cultivation, and a heart that is always unfazed by favors and humiliations.
When he was a master, Zhao Wujiang was neither humble nor arrogant when facing him. Now that Zhao Wujiang has surpassed him, he is still as gentle and consistent as before.
This is what a genius should be like.
The eyebrows of A, 2 and 3 became more and more kind, and they stood quietly aside, ready to listen to the rest of Zhao Wujiang's instructions.
"Nineteen, this letter is in the hands of Renzong Yang Miaozhen." Zhao Wujiang said gently to Jia Jiujiu beside him:
"Yang Miaozhen expresses this personally. If anything goes wrong, burn this letter."
Regarding the curse of the Xuanyuan clan, it is not allowed to be disclosed to outsiders. Once other people with ulterior motives learn about it, it will be an extremely detrimental thing.
"Nineteen takes the order!" Jia Jiujiu always looked fierce, but when facing Zhao Wujiang, he was extremely respectful.
Recalling the first time he met Zhao Wujiang, even though the emperor said that Zhao Wujiang was a confidant, in the eyes of Jiajiu Nineteen, Zhao Wujiang at that time was more of an extremely weak harem person who had no power to restrain a chicken.
In less than a year now, Zhao Wujiang has grown to this point, and every time he thinks about it, it feels like a lifetime ago.
"Let's all go, the New Year is coming, go early and come back early."
Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and waved his hand.
"Yes!" Jia 23 and Jia 19 bowed, stepped back, and disappeared.
Zhao Wujiang couldn't help rubbing his fingers and fell into deep thought again.
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That night.
Snowflakes fall from the sky.
In the depth of winter, Kyoto is under heavy snow most of the time.
Zhao Wujiang closed the door of the palace tightly to block out the wind and snow, and then walked into the side room.
It was a cold winter and he had not bathed for ten and a half months. Xuanyuan Jing, who felt uncomfortable all over, hugged his clothes and wanted to take a bath.
Seeing that Zhao Wujiang wanted to go inside, she frowned and glared at Zhao Wujiang:
"Don't come in!"
"Okay." Zhao Wujiang sat by the stove and said seriously:
"If you don't allow it, I will never go in without permission."
Xuanyuan Jing felt suspicious when she saw that Zhao Wujiang had agreed so readily and seriously, without being shameless. She turned around in three steps and found that Zhao Wujiang had not followed. She quickly got into the side room and locked the door bolt.
"What does it look like to be an emperor, acting secretly and vulgarly?" Zhao Wujiang said with a serious smile.
Xuanyuan Jing's shy and annoyed voice came from the side room:
"Why is this so? Don't you, Zhao Wujiang, have any idea?"
"No, I'm thinking of you."
While Zhao Wujiang was talking earthy love words, he quietly tiptoed and walked toward the side room in a low voice.
"whispering sound."
There was a slight squelching sound in the side room. It seemed that Xuanyuan Jing was undressing, and then there was the sound of splashing water.
Zhao Wujiang grinned, a silver needle appeared in his hand, slowly inserted into the crack of the door, and began to pry the door bolt.
The splash sounded again, covering up the clicking sound.
Zhao Wujiang gently pushed the door. The crack in the door became wider and wider, and a moist fragrant breeze blew.
