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Dugu Yihe opened his mouth, and his soulmate was right in front of him, but he didn't know how to speak.

Zhao Wujiang's poems, word by word, are like writing about the recent situation of him and Liu Zhe over the years.

I entered the battlefield in my drunken dream, but when I woke up, I was in the court. The strong gap made people sigh.

Especially as the summer is getting weaker and weaker in recent years, they want to personally sit in the border and make achievements for the summer.

As time goes by, they are getting older and their ambitions are hard to fulfill.

Liu Zhe sighed long, his old eyes stared at Zhao Wujiang, and sighed in his heart. If Zhao Wujiang had entered the court five years earlier, how could this Daxia be so weak?

The ministers forgot to drink for a moment, and looked at Zhao Wujiang as if they were watching a banished immortal.

At a young age, there are hills and valleys in my heart. These hills and valleys are the thousands of miles of Daxia.

"Come again!" Zhao Wujiang became proud again.

The ministers were talking a lot, trying to stump Zhao Wujiang, but they didn't believe that Zhao Wujiang could really do anything.

Someone had a flash of inspiration and smiled secretly, saying:

"Mr. Zhao, I don't know how this poem about the love between men and women is like?"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted a lot of praise.

As we all know, Zhao Wujiang is a eunuch and an incomplete man. So will he have a relationship between men and women? Obviously not.

Zhao Wujiang felt a special gaze, which was particularly complex and familiar.

Although he didn't look at it, he knew that this was the gaze that the empress cast.

Then he pondered slightly and said:

"A lifetime of one generation and one pair of people, and two people are ecstatic.

If you miss each other and don’t go on blind dates, who will the sky make for spring?

It is easy to beg for the blue bridge, but it is difficult to run for the blue sea.

If you are willing to visit Oxford, you will be relatively forgot about poverty.”

The ministers were frozen in place, shocked and a little numb. They did not expect that Zhao Wujiang could even write such poems, and their feelings were sincere and serious.

Could it be that Zhao Wujiang had a childhood sweetheart before entering the palace?

The ministers thought in their minds that the more they thought, the more they made sense. Zhao Wujiang and his childhood sweethearts separated the two places, but now they have become officials in the court and it is difficult for them to return to their hometowns, so they often miss each other but cannot meet.

The empress bit her red lips lightly and was also guessing that Zhao Wujiang was really missing her childhood sweetheart?

When she thought of this, her heart felt a little sour.

Until she looked at Zhao Wujiang and found that Zhao Wujiang's eyes were hidden deep in his loose hair, staring at him, his eyes as deep as the night and as bright as the stars.

The empress was panicked for a moment, her eyes dodged away. She quickly drank a glass of wine to cover the surging in her heart. At this moment, she felt her heartbeat like a drum, pounding, as if she was about to jump out of her body and run towards Zhao Wujiang.

Only then did she realize that the two places separated in Zhao Wujiang's poem were the thin layer of window paper that blocked the two.

At the same time, she couldn't help but feel joy in her heart, and was delighted that Zhao Wujiang also had feelings for her.

She had to admit that through constant interaction, she did have different emotions towards this amazing and gentle man.

But joy and panic quickly turned into sighs. If Daxia doesn't prosper for a day, she will never be limited by the love between children.

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Shen Shichu.

Imperial city, Hall of Peace and Bedroom.

After Zhao Wujiang was talented at the banquet, he probably drank too much and smelled too much, and now he has fallen asleep.

The sleeping Zhao Wujiang did not have a gentle smile or a majestic coldness, but only the corners of his mouth that sank slightly above his cheeks.

Xuanyuan Jing sat on the chair by the bed. Only when her alcohol suppressed the shackles in her mind and after Zhao Wujiang fell asleep did she have the courage to look at Zhao Wujiang without any concealment.

She stared at Zhao Wujiang's long trembling eyelashes. She knew that under her eyelids, Zhao Wujiang had a pair of talking eyes.

"If the Great Xia is prosperous, I will do this here, I will be with you..."

Xuanyuan Jing's eyes became softer and softer, as if there was a pool of autumn water. She murmured softly, but only half of the words were said, and then she fell silent.

With a sigh, she shook her feet slightly, and there were still some memorials handed over from the border that she had not handled.

Xuanyuan Jing looked back at his eyes, suddenly smiled and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!