Women are delicate and men are gentle.
Dugu Mingyue felt a numbness that penetrated into her bones.
The sun rises and the moon sets, sometimes full, sometimes empty and eroding the bones.
She seemed to have returned to those dark nights two years ago, feeling so comfortable that she couldn't help herself.
Pleasure accumulated in her heart and was blocked in her body. Every time she gasped or groaned, she wanted to express all her feelings.
Zhao Wujiang was more fiery and fierce than before, yet gentler and more loving.
It wasn't until the attacks of different shades were like a rain of pear blossoms, hitting the banana leaves densely, that she raised her neck and groaned, collapsed, and was gently held in Zhao Wujiang's arms.
Love is like water in a sponge. If you squeeze it, it will always be there.
In the dark sky, white stars fell on her.
The white snow outside the house was rustling, and it was falling very quickly that night.
Dugu Mingyue stayed alone in the empty boudoir for so many days and nights, and her passion was like the late wind, also so urgent.
In the dark night, she held Zhao Wujiang's face and kissed him deeply.
Her delicate bodies worked together to surround Zhao Wujiang again.
There was a gentle sizzling sound in the darkness, like snow melting in the heat, or like charcoal being ignited by sparks, igniting a fiery red light.
"Hmm~"
A muffled groan was the long moan between the two of them.
The night is too long, fortunately both of us are together.
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The snow outside the house is gradually rising, gradually spreading over the winter grass.
Ten days of skylight passed by in the blink of an eye.
At dawn, Zhao Wujiang got up.
The cold fog turned to frost outside, and the fire in the heater inside was dim.
He wore royal beads on his head and a python on his head, and walked on the road to the upper court with his boots and snow on his feet.
Today is the sixth day of the winter lunar month. It is appropriate to offer sacrifices and pray for blessings and consecration.
On the streets, the snow was up to the crooks of my legs, and the sky and the earth were vast.
This was the twelfth day that Zhao Wujiang took over the three sisters, Dugu Mingyue and his daughter.
This snow has been falling for eleven days.
For these eleven days, the snowflakes falling from the sky in the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty have not stopped, from the flurry of light snowflakes at the beginning, to the light snowflakes, and then to the heavy snowflakes in the past few days.
It seems that God wants to bury everyone's lives in heavy snow.
At first, some people laughed at the auspicious snow as it heralded a good harvest, but now, only sad faces remain.
Is this snow harmful to the monks?
Obviously not.
But this snow is no longer a hindrance to countless people in the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, it is harmful, a huge harm.
The heavy snow brought a strong drop in temperature, and snow piled up everywhere. Normal areas were no longer able to be heated, and all the firewood and carbon stones were burned to the point where there was almost nothing left to burn.
This is not the most important thing. For the people of Li, this snow has frozen too many crops that have been sown. The food for the next year is gone.
What was frozen to death in this snow was hope, and it still hasn’t stopped to this day.
So, there was this morning meeting to discuss how to deal with the strange snowfall.
Zhao Wujiang already had some ideas in his mind. Holding a hand warmer in his hand, he walked slowly through the fog and snow and arrived in front of the main hall.
Many courtiers in front of the main hall used their cultivation skills to resist the cold.
Now that the weather is colder than usual, the rules in the imperial city that cannot easily change one's cultivation level are not so strict.
The courtiers all understood this tacitly, and no one would use it to criticize their colleagues.
Zhao Wujiang's arrival attracted many courtiers to pay tribute.
After the last morning court, King Yin's reputation was now not much weaker than that of the prince.
"His Royal Highness King Yin."
"King Yin."
"King Yin's physique is so strong that we are really envious of him."
Many courtiers saw that King Yin did not use his cultivation to keep out the cold, and smiled and complimented him.
Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and calmly, nodded slightly, and waited quietly.
Not long after, everyone arrived and everyone entered the hall.
This was Zhao Wujiang's first meeting with Emperor Ji Tang more than half a month later.
Compared with last time, Ji Tang's face does not show many traces of aging now, but most of his hair is as dry as silver grass, and the fatigue in his eyebrows is a bit deeper.
As soon as Ji Tang sat on the throne, he slumped on the dragon chair, with a sullen face, and motioned to the prince to briefly describe the recent affairs of the court.
After Prince Ji Boying saluted, he began to give a brief introduction in an orderly manner.
