They couldn't believe that Zhao Wujiang had such superb medical skills at such a young age. This was unprecedented and unheard of in their memories.

Even Sun Sihao, the king of medicine, and Zhang Yu, the miracle doctor, were ordinary when they were young. With the accumulation of medical experience, they gradually became famous when they reached middle age.

Today, Zhao Wujiang has the ability to bring the dead back to life. He has such medical skills at such an age, and he can perform superbly with silver needles.

Moreover, Zhao Wujiang had a perseverance in him, and he did not become arrogant or impetuous because of their distrust and obstruction. He also forcibly withstood the tyrannical energy in order to save important people such as the dying old man.

Now that Zhao Wujiang was very weak, he still insisted on giving them instructions.

It can be seen from this that Zhao Wujiang is by no means an ordinary genius.

The hearts of the Longyin guards were trembling. Jiajiu Jiu supported Zhao Wujiang. He couldn't help but remember that when he met Zhao Wujiang before, he mocked Zhao Wujiang's eunuch status, which was exactly the same as today's scene.

But Zhao Wujiang always surprises people and makes people look at him with admiration.

"Sir, I have offended many of my words before." Jia Shiba cupped his fists and bowed. He had always been the one to refute today, but he did not expect that Zhao Wujiang was so talented, which really amazed him.

He lamented Zhao Wujiang's tyranny, the trust between the emperor and Zhao Wujiang's monarch and his ministers, and the birth of a genius in Great Xia.

The empress slumped down on the chair, with a smile and worry between her brows.

Zhao Wujiang never failed to live up to her expectations, both before and today. Moreover, Zhao Wujiang's desperate look also reflected in her eyes and entered her mind.

"Two three, help Zhao Wujiang to rest in the side hall." The empress ordered:

"In addition, you take this important person to the back hall and take turns guarding this person."

"Yes!" All the Long Yin guards in the room responded.

Jia Ersan, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, took Zhao Wujiang from Jia Nineteen and helped Zhao Wujiang to the side hall.

He had spent the longest time with Zhao Wujiang in the Longyin Guards. In his eyes, Zhao Wujiang was more than just a superb medical practitioner. Zhao Wujiang's various performances made him feel that Zhao Wujiang would have an extraordinary future.

Zhao Wujiang passed by the empress, and the empress stared at him with waves in her beautiful eyes. He responded with a gentle smile to indicate that he was fine.

He was indeed fine, and weakness was inevitable. After all, a lot of energy and energy were consumed during the treatment process.

But he was more filled with joy because he had coveted a lot of Long Yinwei's energy.

As long as he refines all this energy, his cultivation level will surely reach a higher level soon.

"Nineteen, from now on you will follow Zhao Wujiang and protect him." The empress ordered again.

Jia 19 said yes, keeping up with Jia 23 and Zhao Wujiang.

...

Yangxin Hall, a side hall of the emperor's palace.

Zhao Wujiang was resting in his room. The bed curtains had been drawn down. He was meditating peacefully to digest the true energy in his body.

And A23 and A19 were sitting on the roof, sensing everything around them and guarding against intrusion.

Of course, in the imperial city, if an accident occurs at every level, the Long Yin Guards will be alerted, but as long as the accident does not involve the emperor's life and safety, they will generally not take action.

"Er San, when did you take off the mask?" Jia Jiu wore a sky-blue mask on his face, and his eyes under the mask trembled, a little envious.

Jia Ersan laughed and said:

"After following Mr. Zhao, he used silver needles to disguise me so that I could take off my mask openly."

"Oh, so what you have now is a fake one?" Jiajiu was confused.

Jia Ersan shook his head:

"real.

I used to use disguise, but then I discussed with Mr. Zhao and changed to the real one."

"It's nice not to have to wear a mask..." Jiajiu murmured.

"That's natural." Jia Ersan looked kindly, as if I wouldn't be sleepy if you mentioned this, and said with a smile:

"I can go to the streets of Kyoto with Mr. Zhao and see all the prosperity of Kyoto, the shops, the children, the beautiful women...not...the people coming and going...

I don’t have to hide my face or face strange looks from others because I’m wearing a mask, and I don’t have to worry about revealing my identity..."

Jiajiu was filled with envy. He recalled how comfortable everyone was without wearing masks when they entered the arena. But after returning to Kyoto, they put on masks again, just like putting on shackles.

Although Long Yinwei was responsible for protecting the emperor and serving the emperor, he lacked freedom.

"The key point is that I'm quite old. I can't retire and return home, but I also have to live a life full of risks. I'm really tired." Jia Ersan said:

"But after following Mr. Zhao, it becomes much easier. I don't have to be sent out to do things to kill people, and I don't have to guard the palace city of Nuo Da all day long to be on guard.

Zhao Wujiang is not as majestic as the emperor, he is kind and generous, and I don’t have to walk on thin ice when getting along with him."

A smile appeared on Jia Jiu's face under the mask. It seemed that protecting Zhao Wujiang was a good job.

"You haven't been in the palace recently, so you still don't know about Mr. Zhao's promotion, right?" Jia Ersan looked boastful:

"Master Zhao is now a secretary and a member of the household department. Look, how long has it been? Master Zhao has been promoted so quickly. If this trend continues, hey, the future is bright, and you and I will take advantage of it."
Chapter completed!