Late at night.
Zhao Wujiang opened the door to Xuanyuan Jing's room and climbed onto the bed in the dark.
"What are you doing?"
Xuanyuan Jing was angry and wrapped her clothes tightly. She became more and more embarrassed as she recalled the fishy smell she had swallowed not long ago.
Zhao Wujiang squeezed her inside, hugged her delicate body tightly, and said softly:
"I miss you so much that I can't sleep."
Xuanyuan Jing raised a smile in the dark night, but his voice was still cold as he ordered:
"Don't move your hands or feet."
"Okay, okay." Zhao Wujiang responded seriously with the beauty in his arms. He had already closed his eyes, feeling the tranquility, and soon fell asleep.
I think too much every day, and my body is strong and healthy, but my mind is extremely tired. With peace and tranquility, I naturally fall asleep quickly.
Xuanyuan Jing, who felt that there had been no movement for a long time, turned his head in confusion, his eyes arcing in the dark night, staring at Zhao Wujiang's sleeping face.
She gently hugged Zhao Wujiang face to face, and all the coldness on her eyebrows during the day turned into soft spring water, and she smiled, turning all living beings upside down.
She raised her head shyly and kissed Zhao Wujiang's lips gently, like a dragonfly touching water, and it was instant.
In the most important summer, she hugged the most important person.
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The winter is long, and perhaps the sky and the earth are only one color, vast.
In the vast sky and earth, white snow falls one after another, falling to the world.
In the five years since Xuanyuan Jing ascended the throne, the snow this year has been extremely heavy.
Today is the fifth year of Tianqi, the fourteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and Xiaohan.
There are six departments in Shangshu Province.
The Ministry of Rites was preparing for tomorrow's sacrifices and blessings, but before the blessings could be prayed, the fast horse passing the war message at the southern border broke into the Ministry of War first.
The war went unfavorably, and Daxia lost its first confrontation with Southern Xinjiang.
The Secretary of the Ministry of War took the document and was anxious to enter the palace to see the emperor.
He walked along the snow-covered palace road, frowning deeply. Along the way, he met many palace maids and eunuchs who were clearing the snow and greeted him, but he turned a deaf ear to them.
Jogging all the way to the imperial study room, he knocked lightly on the door, but before he could report respectfully, he heard the majestic voice of the emperor coming from inside:
"come in."
The Minister of War was shocked and pushed the door open. In the antique imperial study room, the emperor was sitting at the desk, and standing beside him was a handsome man dressed in ink.
"I am here to greet you, Your Majesty." The Minister of the Ministry of War saluted respectfully, then stood up and said hello to the handsome man:
"Master Zhao."
Zhao Wujiang nodded in return.
He had previously stood on the top of the Imperial City, overlooking the entire Kyoto, and saw with his own eyes the fast horses rushing into Kyoto at the border, and knew that the war between Daxia and Southern Xinjiang had come to a temporary conclusion.
No matter what the result, the Minister of War will definitely come to report, so he went to the imperial study room to wait.
The outcome of the beginning of this battle is both important and not so important.
Because in the early stages of this battle, Daxia and Nanjiang were more testing, testing each other's strength.
"Your Majesty, a memorial from the border." The Minister of the Ministry of War respectfully handed the memorial forward and glanced at Zhao Wujiang without leaving any trace.
Seeing Zhao Wujiang standing beside the emperor without hesitation, he felt indescribable envy in his heart.
Zhao Wujiang was the emperor's favorite. Now it seemed that he was even more beloved than a favorite, and more like a confidant.
Otherwise, normally, when the emperor is reading the memorial, the courtiers need to stand aside and wait, without squinting or looking at the content of the memorial.
He is worthy of being a genius that even Masters Liu Zhe and Dugu have become friends with. The Minister of War sighed in his heart and stood quietly at the desk with his body hunched over.
Xuanyuan Jing read the memorial, his eyes were majestic, and gradually became filled with sadness.
In the first battle of this battle, Daxia sent out its heavy cavalry that had swept through other countries. It was originally thought that it could win the jackpot and boost morale.
But I never thought that Southern Xinjiang would send a war beast that I had never seen before.
These war beasts include tigers, lions and black bears wearing iron armor, apes with crossbows, flying eagles that can throw stones, etc.
Riding again on a BMW, when encountering these ferocious beasts, they were already three points weaker before they could fight.
