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night.

Crossing the road is a long way, without stopping all the way.

Zhao Wujiang and the others finally returned to Kyoto in Xu Shizheng.

As the night wore on, only the shadows of the imperial guards could be seen occasionally on the palace roads.

Zhao Wujiang put his hands in his sleeves and walked towards the Nourishing Heart Hall step by step.

He rode his horse all the way, and after calming down, he probably understood what the abbot of Lanruo Temple wanted to warn him.

Follow your own heart in everything, move forward unwaveringly, and break through the illusion!

There is a little eunuch keeping watch at the entrance of Yangxin Hall, holding a lamp, motionless, as if he is taking a nap, the light is dim.

As soon as he saw Zhao Wujiang, the young eunuch immediately became excited and bowed respectfully and flatteringly.

Zhao Wujiang waved his hand and walked straight into the palace.

The door of the bedroom was closed, and there was some dim light inside. He pushed the door open and entered, looking slightly startled.

On the table, there is a food box, and the aroma of food comes out quietly.

Xuanyuan Jing was sitting at the table, studying ancient books with bare hands, calm and peaceful. When he saw him pushing the door open, he raised his eyes and smiled:

"You're back?"

Zhao Wujiang couldn't help but sigh and smile, and his tense mind completely relaxed. He sat down next to Xuanyuan Jing and said with a smile:

"Waiting for me?"

"It just so happened that we were late for dinner today, so I was waiting for you." Xuanyuan Jing put down the ancient book, and did not look at Zhao Wujiang's burning eyes. Instead, he opened the food box, took out the food and placed it on the table.

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Zhao Wujiang ate his food, feeling warm and warm in his heart.

He knew in his heart that he had feelings for Xuanyuan Jing, so why didn't Xuanyuan Jing have feelings for him?

Living under the same roof, getting along day and night, from the initial mutual suspicion between the monarch and the minister, to the tacit understanding later, the two people's weight in each other's hearts gradually increased until it became more and more important.

However, both of them knew very well that Xuanyuan Jing would not be constrained by the love between his children and his children as he shouldered the responsibility of the Great Xia State as a woman.

Although Zhao Wujiang values ​​​​his affection, he will not insist on his own way, and he cannot do such a thing as asking Xuanyuan Jing to give up the country of Daxia for his own selfish interests.

The two are like two roughly parallel lines, accompanying each other but hardly intersecting.

Zhao Wujiang felt a little tasteless, his eyes were deep and firm.

Maybe! No, it must be possible! His sword eyebrows trembled slightly, and he understood that as long as he was strong enough, strong enough to suppress all doubts and all Xiaoxiao with ulterior motives, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Let's take a look." Xuanyuan Jing placed a memorial on the table, pushed it towards Zhao Wujiang, and said in a gentle tone:

"Before you go to Lanzhou, ask Tai Hospital to make a list of free clinics.

These marked people have all been infected with Loulan Gu.

I have discussed it with Liu Zhe and others, and each has his or her own opinion. Now that you are back, I can listen to your suggestions.

Should we kill it, slow it down, or remove the poison and wait for it to be used again?"

Zhao Wujiang opened the memorial and looked at the names circled in red pen. He didn't think much about it, but said in a deep voice:

"killed!

Use strong medicine to remove malaise, and use strict rules to cure chaos!"

"Your ideas coincide with mine." Xuanyuan Jing nodded. Compared to the past few days, her tone was much gentler and her words seemed gentle, as if she had restrained the majesty of the emperor.

She covered her mouth and coughed lightly. Although her tone was slow, there was a killing intent:

"Then tomorrow, I will issue an order for them to mourn their hometown."

Zhao Wujiang nodded, taking a big mouthful of warm food, and suddenly frowned:

"say something..."

He grabbed Xuanyuan Jing's wrist, felt for his pulse amidst Xuanyuan Jing's panic, and frowned deeper and deeper: "Is the wind and cold invading me?"

"I'm already healed..." Xuanyuan Jing coughed lightly and tried to pull away her wrist, but was caught tightly by Zhao Wujiang. She was not annoyed, but her eyes dodged slightly.

"Wait." Zhao Wujiang sighed, quickly took two bites of food, stood up and said seriously:

"I'm going to make some medicine."

"I said, I have..." Xuanyuan Jing seemed to be sullen, but as soon as her eyes touched Zhao Wujiang's serious cheek, she trembled slightly, her tone softened, and she hummed softly:

"good..."
Chapter completed!