"Miss Xiaoyao, please help yourself." Zhao Wujiang smiled lightly and regained his warmth. The wind and snowflakes within three feet of the two of them began to fall again.
Su Xiaoyao's intelligence and intuition are really powerful.
But whether it's intuition or speculation, there is no evidence.
Furthermore, what if there is evidence?
Just because he doesn't want to cause turmoil and chaos doesn't mean he's afraid.
Moreover, Su Xiaoyao obviously didn't want to tell the truth, otherwise she wouldn't have told him this specifically. Instead, she told him that the prince was investigating him.
This kindness is neither big nor small.
It's quite decent, but it's still a favor. He doesn't like to owe others anything.
He already owed a lot of people.
He couldn't give Su Xiaoyao the result he wanted for the time being.
There is no hatred in taking action.
The entanglement of this kind of woman's love makes it difficult for him to get rid of it.
ε=(´ο｀*))) Alas, when will this entangled fate of women end?
"I will come find you again." Su Xiaoyao smiled, turned around happily, stepped lightly on the snow, and disappeared into the vast drifting snow.
Zhao Wujiang lamented, since ancient times he has been passionate and hateful...
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The winter sky gets dark very quickly.
Zhao Wujiang had dinner with Xuanyuan Jing, Dugu Mingyue and Qing'er.
Xiao Nianxia ate the complementary food prepared by Dugu Mingyue alone.
The whole family is enjoying themselves.
After entering the practice, the smile on Zhao Wujiang's face, which rarely enjoyed real food, was a little stiff.
Braised beef nugget, wolfberry chicken soup, vegetarian fried Lingxi yam, male tiger soup...
He didn't know how to swallow it, after all, he never needed these things.
"Pah." A spoonful of wolfberry chicken soup was knocked into his bowl, and a few pieces of braised beef were pulled out.
He looked at Xuanyuan Jing with a surprised expression.
Qing'er buried her head and turned into a rice cook, her cheeks bulging and she kept chewing.
Dugu Mingyue pursed her lips, her cheeks rosy.
"What are you looking at?" Xuanyuan Jing's face was full of majesty, as if she had returned to the Hall of Cultivation and became the empress.
"I don't dare." Zhao Wujiang, who felt deeply that his position as a younger brother in the family was in danger, took a mouthful of rice.
"Xiao Nianxia and Qing'er will sleep with me tonight, and Ming Yue will sleep with you, understand?" Xuanyuan Jing slapped the table and issued an imperial edict.
"Yes." Zhao Wujiang glanced at Dugu Mingyue. Dugu Mingyue lowered his head slightly, his face flushed.
After the pleasant dinner, Zhao Wujiang, who was filled with the food that restored his manliness, played some games with his daughter Xiao Nianxia. Xiao Nianxia was coaxed away by Qing'er and Xuanyuan Jing, leaving behind a reserved and shy girl. Dugu Mingyue.
Although Dugu Mingyue is a mother, she is not too old, more than twenty years old. Her figure is not out of shape at all, and she has just the right amount of plumpness on top of her original slimness.
"Is this a married woman?" Zhao Wujiang touched his chin and coughed quickly. What was he thinking? This is his own wife.
"Are you tired?" Dugu Mingyue didn't know what to say.
She did accept Zhao Wujiang.
In her heart, Zhao Wujiang is Xiao Nianxia's father and husband. This is an indisputable fact.
What happened back then was just because Sister Jing was a girl and she wanted to stabilize the government, so she was forced to choose that way.
But it was by chance that they met Zhao Wujiang and walked on a road they had never imagined before.
And Zhao Wujiang's feelings for her and Sister Jing were sincere.
The initial consultation and medicine delivery, the constant worry, and the step forward at the critical moment are all enough to illustrate.
But in the past, she and Zhao Wujiang's love was always in the dark night, with no lights and no lights, so they couldn't see clearly.
But now, the lights are still on and it's still early.
The more Dugu Mingyue thought about it, the more embarrassed she became.
Zhao Wujiang gently held Dugu Mingyue's hand and returned to the bedroom. The two of them sat by the bed, like a newlywed couple.
Zhao Wujiang held Dugu Mingyue in his arms and said sincerely:
"Thanks a lot."
Dugu Mingyue shook his head, but his eyes were filled with hot tears, which had already slipped to his lips, which were salty and astringent.
Zhao Wujiang hugged Dugu Mingyue tightly.
Dugu Mingyue gradually began to sob. She did not dare to talk too deeply to Zhao Wujiang in front of Xiao Nianxia during the day, for fear of accidentally crying.
Just right now.
