The king does not come to court early, but there is an early tide.
After having breakfast and breakfast, the empress went to the imperial study room and started a new day of dealing with political affairs.
In the imperial study room, she suddenly let out a shy voice, like a little girl.
She is worried about Daxia, but she is full of longing for Daxia's future.
She firmly believed that the efforts of herself, Zhao Wujiang and all the courtiers would be able to take care of Daxia, restore Daxia's glory, and bring more benefits to the people of Daxia.
Zhao Wujiang sat on the eaves of the main hall of Yangxin Hall, looking at the blue sky with a few white clouds.
After the beginning of spring, the weather has become warmer and the sun is much brighter.
The weather is still a little cold, maybe the winter cold is gone and the spring cold is ushering in.
The cold wind blew at Zhao Wujiang and quietly filled his robes. He ignored it and just drank the green ant wine lightly.
Green ant wine is not considered a good wine. When the newly brewed wine has not yet been filtered, the lees foam appears on the surface of the wine. It is slightly green in color and as thin as ants. It is turbid and strong in the mouth, pure and mixed.
Zhao Wujiang looked up at the sky, his eyes dim, watching the white clouds floating slowly. He wanted to see clearly, if there really was a vast world outside the sky, what would that world be like.
Is it like the fairy novels he had read in Blue Star before, where there are immortals everywhere, who speak as they please, and who raise their hands to make the sky collapse and the earth fall apart?
Is it intrigue and endless fighting, or is it full of fairy spirit, calm and peaceful?
Will people be resurrected after death? How many years have the living people spent?
And can he have a chance to take a look?
Zhao Wujiang raised his head and took another sip, and let out a long breath. The drunk will live, the sober will die, the drunk will live as a slave, and the sober will fight and die.
Even if he is going to die in the end, he will definitely fight to the end.
Want the luck of the world he carries?
If he gives it, others can ask for it!
If he doesn’t give it, no one can take it!
Zhao Wujiang stuffed the wine gourd, stepped on the glazed tiles on the eaves, and headed towards Qifeng Palace.
He wanted to see Dugu Mingyue and Qing'er, as well as the child in Dugu Mingyue's belly.
Can this child still be born? Can you survive after being born?
While his thoughts were swirling, he was extremely fast. He took two steps and arrived at Qifeng Palace.
The strong men guarding inside and outside Qifeng Palace were frightened and came forward one after another to stop Zhao Wujiang.
But when they saw who it was, they were relieved. At the same time, the horror in their hearts could not be increased. It was the first time that they felt that Mr. Zhao Wujiang had such a powerful cultivation level.
The power of this kind of cultivation is an extremely dull but extremely suffocating feeling.
It felt like if Zhao Wujiang attacked them, they might not survive a single breath.
They bowed respectfully to Zhao Wujiang and then disappeared into the darkness again.
Zhao Wujiang walked slowly towards the bedroom, stood at the door of the bedroom, and gently knocked on the door:
"Empress, Zhao Wujiang would like to see you."
Before anyone could hear the sound, Qing'er's excited voice quickly approached. The door opened with a creak, and a light green figure rushed out from inside.
Zhao Wujiang caught Qing'er who rushed over, smiled gently, and rubbed her hair.
Not seen for some time, Qing'er's face has become more beautiful and refined, and her figure has grown a lot.
She dragged Zhao Wujiang toward the house and said happily:
"Come in quickly, I've just made some delicious pastries."
Zhao Wujiang was pulled by Qing'er's sleeves, and when he walked into the house, he saw Dugu Mingyue lying slumped over leisurely reading poetry.
Dugu Mingyue is wearing a wide jade white dress, she is becoming more gentle and bright, her figure is much plumper than before, she has a big belly, she is holding a book in one hand and gently stroking her belly with the other.
Seeing Qing'er leading Zhao Wujiang into the house, Dugu Mingyue's eyes softened and she smiled gently:
"You're back?"
Zhao Wujiang also smiled gently, cupped his hands and clasped his fists: "See you, empress."
"Eat quickly, my wife made this with her own hands. I can't even bear to eat it."
Qing'er had a cake wrapped in her mouth, her cheeks were bulging, and she stuffed a piece of green and crystal-clear snack into Zhao Wujiang's mouth, her peach blossom eyes curved into crescents.
Zhao Wujiang smiled sincerely, feeling warm and relaxed. He tasted the snacks and sat on the stool pushed by Qing'er.
