Noon.
The warm sun is shining.
The sunlight was cut by the leaves into twinkling light spots, which fell on the ground, as if they had become stars on the ground.
Breeze caresses.
Zhao Wujiang was lying on the chair, and the chair was shaking. He was replenishing the sunlight and presenting a colorful world in his mind, reviewing his past and allowing himself to discover some details.
It takes a lot of thinking, but fortunately his soul is very powerful.
But you also need a good rest.
If you want to have a good rest, you need to get more sun.
Many people cannot sleep at night because they experience too little sunlight.
People who get enough sun will fall asleep quickly at night.
All of this is scientifically based.
Of course, what kind of scientific basis is it, or which hair lifting expert specifically said it.
Zhao Wujiang almost forgot. He felt that it had been a long time since he left Blue Star. He felt that it had been a long time since the Great Xia Dynasty collapsed.
In fact, it didn’t take long, just a year or two.
But every day in a year or two feels like a year.
Jing'er is practicing the Mountain and River Ten Thousand Miles Fan given by Ren Zongdao Zhang Lindao.
Zhang Xukun said that only by reaching the venerable level can one truly and gradually develop the power of the Mountain and River Ten Thousand Miles Fan.
Jing'er practiced endlessly. Zhao Wujiang wanted to kiss him, but she refused righteously, saying that men would only delay the progress of her practice.
But Zhao Wujiang remembered that this was not what she said when she vomited last night.
Sure enough, a woman can fall out faster than a book, a woman can be relied upon, and a sow can climb a tree.
Zhao Wujiang's body felt warm and his thoughts were as warm as the sun.
Someone came to disturb me again. This time, it was a maid from Qifeng Palace, saying that she was invited by the Queen.
Zhao Wujiang asked, these NPCs have gone crazy, are they going to send out tasks again?
But the queen invited her, so he had no choice but to go.
Not long after, Zhao Wujiang arrived at Qifeng Palace with ease.
It was still the dormitory, but this time, there was no strong guard outside the dormitory. It seemed that Ji Boying had listened to his words and withdrew his troops.
Entering the palace, the palace maid did not follow him.
Arriving at the door of the dormitory, Zhao Wujiang knocked on the door:
"Mother of the Imperial Palace, Uncle Ji is often ordered to come to see you."
"come in."
A soft and charming voice came from the room, and Zhao Wujiang, who had countless women in Su Deyue, felt the same way.
Zhao Wujiang pushed the door open and entered.
It was discovered that a woman wearing a fiery red palace dress was sitting on the wooden chair. She was the prince's biological mother, the empress Su Muxue.
The long skirt sways and spreads on the carpet with auspicious animal patterns, like the sunset covering the sky.
Su Muxue is graceful and luxurious, with a peerless appearance, and her beautiful eyes are filled with amorous feelings:
"I heard from the prince that you made a great contribution to this rescue?"
"If you don't deserve great contributions, you should do your best." Zhao Wujiang's face was full of humility.
"Bang." The door was closed instantly, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Come here, I have something important to tell you." Su Muxue smiled brightly, and the fiery red palace skirt outlined her plump figure, like a ripe fruit on a branch, and her smile trembled with charm.
Zhao Wujiang was reluctant in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he approached Su Muxue. A faint fragrance soon hit him, getting into his nose, and wanting to get into his mind.
Fortunately, he is a gentleman and is not so distracted.
This fragrance is very strange, just like the fragrance of a girl. This fragrance seems to be the unique scent of a stunningly beautiful woman.
"I have heard about Concubine An." Su Muxue stretched out her slender hand and patted the big hand of the man in front of her naturally, as if to comfort the junior:
"No need to be too sad."
Zhao Wujiang felt the warmth of Su Muxue's jade hand with his big hands. He felt that Su Muxue was taking advantage of him, but he had no proof.
"Good boy..." Su Muxue suddenly changed her tune and held the man's hand directly:
"Remember to come and visit me more in the future. Speaking of which, I and your mother have a pretty good relationship in this harem."
Zhao Wujiang sat on the chair next to Su Muxue, he didn't know what to say for a moment, he could only look sad.
He saw the sudden flash of light in Su Muxue's eyes and guessed Su Muxue's little hidden thoughts. His heart skipped a beat and he said to himself:
"Please respect yourself, Imperial Palace. I don't want to replace Your Majesty."
