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"Bang!" Chen Anbang, Minister of the Ministry of War, became angry and slammed the table:

"I can't even do it, how dare you do it?"

"Your son couldn't make the princess smile, but I did, remember?"

Zhao Wujiang's eyes did not shy away at all, staring directly at Chen Anbang.

Chen Anbang's scars were uncovered, and his strong body trembled with anger.

He speaks sharply, and I can make friends with people of my generation, but unfortunately, he is a harem eunuch... The imperial censor sat slumped in the armchair, looking at Zhao Wujiang with his eyes.

"Okay, okay, brother Chen, calm down." Dugu Yihe smiled and smoothed things over:

"I'm too tired from talking. I've prepared a dinner at my house. I'll just get drunk and take a walk tonight."

"Humph." Chen Anbang snorted angrily, stood up and walked out. He glanced at the indifferent Zhao Wujiang and left a mark on him in his heart.

[A hateful little eunuch with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth who doesn’t know the heights of heaven and earth]

Dugu Yihe is old and confused... Yuchi Zhenwu shook his head and smiled, and also got up and walked out. Martial arts practitioners need to ensure that they have sufficient physical strength at all times, so they have to have dinner first.

The imperial censor stood up and slapped his mouth:

"Green ant wine?"

"Yes." Dugu Yihe smiled and said, "There are also the old flower carvings you like, Brother Cao."

"That's good, you guys talk first..." The imperial censor's eyes glanced at Zhao Wujiang, who was sitting quietly without moving, knowing that he and Dugu Yihe still had something to say.

After the three people left, Zhao Wujiang slowly pushed the wooden box containing the medicinal materials to Dugu Yihe:

"I still have something to do, I need Master Dugu's help."

Dugu Yihe took the wooden box: "What's the matter?"

"Loulan Gu!" Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice.

What a Zhao Wujiang... Dugu Yihe narrowed his eyes slightly:

"I'm already investigating this matter.

Since you want my help, you must have found some people, right?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head:

"not at all.

The villain just spied some figures, but he didn't dare to check, and he didn't have the ability to check."

"My little boy Tianqing, it would be great if I could be as humble and sensible as you..." Dugu Yihe admired sincerely.

Zhao Wujiang has obviously found some people. He is protecting his own safety by not continuing the investigation. Asking him for help is based on his persistence in the truth.

Brave, resourceful and measured... Dugu Yihe sighed, feeling a little sorry that Zhao Wujiang was an eunuch, otherwise he might have been adopted as his adopted son.

"Master Dugu once told you that this matter is related to my Dugu family's loyalty to Daxia, so you can rest assured that I will send someone to inform you when the time comes." He patted Zhao Wujiang's shoulder.

Zhao Wujiang cupped his fists:

"Thank you, Master Dugu. I will do my best to deal with the matter in the north!"

Dugu Yihe shook his head and smiled: "As long as you have the intention."

He knew that Zhao Wujiang was trusted by the emperor, but the matter in the north was of great importance. Zhao Wujiang's current abilities were almost impossible to achieve. What he valued was Zhao Wujiang's potential and characteristics.

"Master Dugu, that little man is going back to the palace first, and will come to visit again tomorrow." Zhao Wujiang stood up and clasped his fists.

The sight of Chen Anbang, Minister of the Ministry of War, and Yuchi Zhenwu, Minister of Dali Temple, gave him a sense of oppression. This sense of oppression should be due to his martial arts attainments.

A hidden worry arose in his heart, about the unknown future. Now he wanted to return to the palace to practice the indestructible magic skill of the Vajra in order to avoid being swallowed up by the wind and waves in the changing situation.

Dugu Yihe patted Zhao Wujiang's fists kindly:

"You are a smart man and have your own arrangements. Since you have said so, I will not allow you to eat."

Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists again and turned to leave. Dugu Yihe's eyes were as deep as the sea, staring at Zhao Wujiang's back, then he smiled faintly and followed him out of the house.

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Yangxin Hall, the emperor's bedroom.

In the inner room of the palace, the empress took off her dragon robe, revealing the smooth satin underwear underneath.

Today, Zhao Wujiang was going to have dinner at Dugu Yihe's house and should come back late. She just took this opportunity to take a bath and change clothes.

There was a large wooden bucket in the room, with warm bath water in it, floating petals of various colors, and a delicate fragrance filling the room.

The Empress began to untie the bandage that was used to disguise her identity. She circled it twice, three times. When the fourth circle was completed, the remaining bandages could not bear the pressure of Empress Feng Yue. There was a soft "bang" and they fell apart.

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"Huh..." The empress breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling quite comfortable.

She slowly took off her trousers and stepped into the big wooden barrel with her long legs.

Then she groped around the area between her cheeks and temples, and slowly took off a human skin mask as thin as cicada wings, revealing a peerless face that could confuse all living beings.

And Zhao Wujiang has arrived at the gate of Yangxin Hall at this moment.

Zhao Wujiang wore a robe as black as ink, put his hands in his sleeves, walked through the door of Yangxin Palace, and walked towards the emperor's palace.

Stepping on the bluestone slab, he quickly arrived at the door of the palace, which was closed tightly.

He was about to reach out and knock, when he suddenly remembered Xuanyuan Jing's instructions.
Chapter completed!