Love is deep and affectionate.

Deep love is exchanged for full love. Zhao Wujiang was washed by Su Huayi with breasts, and felt the beauty's unconcealed love.

Love has grown over time, and the ancients have never deceived me.

Whether it is a verb or a noun, it makes sense.

The verb is Su Huayi. Love is not only spoken, but also has to be done.

The noun is Xuanyuan Jing, who gets along day and night and gradually develops feelings for each other.

When Zhao Wujiang returned to the Yangxin Palace and met Xuanyuan Jing who was idle reading ancient books.

Xuanyuan Jing lost all the nature of the past, but instead had some eyes dodging.

After being revealed, she felt a little embarrassed when facing Zhao Wujiang.

Even though I was obviously the emperor of the dynasty, I should have the aura of an emperor, why did I seem a little unconfident when facing my ministers?

But after all, she is a daughter and a woman feels in love. When the person she cares about is the opposite person, she dissipates a lot of her majesty, but she becomes a little more charming and real.

Moreover, her majesty has never dissipated, but when facing Zhao Wujiang, she unconsciously restrained herself to avoid being too angry and hurting her lover.

Zhao Wujiang sat next to Xuanyuan Jing with a smile and took the initiative to hold her hand. She just struggled slightly and let Zhao Wujiang hold hands, but she was majestic and arrogant in her mouth:

"What are you doing with my hand? Tell me if you have something to do!"

"Your Majesty, I miss you." Zhao Wujiang smiled.

"Ha..." Xuanyuan Jing gave Zhao Wujiang a blank look, looking like I didn't like this, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised an upward curve, and he felt happy in his heart.

"Hey, I almost forgot something." Zhao Wujiang saw the ancient book Xuanyuan Jing placed on the table and remembered what he wanted to do.

In Xuanyuan Jing's puzzled eyes, he began to look for paper and pen.

Soon, Zhao Wujiang found a letter to write and started writing.

He held a pen and tapped the inkstone. The ink inkstone was as black as lacquer, and was made after the slate was burned. Even compared with the famous pine and ink ink in Daxia, it was no less than the pine and ink ink.

Zhao Wujiang looked at the dark ink stains, and sniffed lightly at the tip of his nose, thinking about something.

Shili is recorded in the "Geographical Records", "There is wei water in Gaonu County that can be combustible", "There is a mountain in the south of the county, and the stones are as big as oil. They are extremely bright and cannot be eaten, and the people in the county call it stone lacquer."

Whether it is water or stone paint, it means that the stone fat is also oil, but it is just a different title.

Lithium can be used as medicine and lubricant. Sometimes it is used for lighting, but it is smoke and dust when burned, so few people use it.

It’s a pity to use it as medicine to make ink... Zhao Wujiang sighed, as a doctor, he would be embarrassed that good medicinal materials were ruined.

He slowly wrote and was about to write, but he always felt something was wrong.

But soon he restrained his mind and began to write quickly on paper.

There are two letters in total.

A letter was written to Dugu Tianqing, who was far away in the northern border. He would send it to the northern border through a secret place and hand it over to Dugu Tianqing.

Another letter was written to Yang Miaozhen. He hoped to see if there was a way to break the curse of the Xuanyuan clan through Yang Miaozhen.

In the letter, please ask Yang Miaozhen to contact the Taoist priest of the Renzong Sect, the man who is known as the God's Visioner, please ask the God's Visioner to think of a solution.

After Zhao Wujiang finished writing the letter, he blew the ink stains and stuffed them into two envelopes, but did not ask Xuanyuan Jing whether to read it.

Because when he was writing the letter, Xuanyuan Jing was already standing beside him and looked at everything without falling into the ground.

Xuanyuan Jing was a little excited. Zhao Wujiang was meticulous. She had a sense of pride of knowing men with a keen eye, and a warm current. Zhao Wujiang was particularly concerned about her affairs.

But she quickly raised her eyebrows, narrowed her eyes and asked:

"Who is Miaozhen?"

"Saint Maiden of Renzong." Zhao Wujiang's face did not blush and his heart was not beating. He searched for elixirs in his medicine box.

Xuanyuan Jing couldn't help but feel jealous and said coldly:

"It's so intimate."

"Jing'er." Zhao Wujiang smiled.

Xuanyuan Jing snorted and turned his face to the side.

"Look, you won't accept it if you are more intimate..." Zhao Wujiang spread his hands.

Xuanyuan Jing's silver teeth are chewed:

"You want to call me Emperor!"

Zhao Wujiang held the box:
Chapter completed!