It was almost Youshi when we left Xingqingyuan.

The sky is dim.

When Zhao Wujiang stepped into the city gate, the imperial guards who guarded the city bowed respectfully when they saw the visitor. They had not seen the emperor's favorite Zhao Wujiang, Lord Zhao, for several days.

With a gentle smile on his face, Zhao Wujiang walked through the deep palace passage and quickly approached the Yangxin Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart, he walked faster and went directly to the palace. When he opened the door and entered, he saw the empress reading a memorial and frowning.

The empress stood up in surprise. When she saw Zhao Wujiang, her twitching eyebrows instantly relaxed and she smiled:

"you are back?"

The long-lost figure and voice made Zhao Wujiang's heart tremble.

He quickly stepped forward, hugged the empress, held her tightly, and spoke extremely seriously:

"I miss you."

A trace of panic and shame suddenly appeared on the empress's face. She also hugged Zhao Wujiang, leaned her head on Zhao Wujiang's shoulder, and said softly:

"I...miss you too. How is the Jubeicheng group?

Have you gone to the East?

I haven't received any news from the Eastern Territory, and I don't know the specific situation in the Eastern Territory. I only heard a report from the Minister of War that Dongji Island has fallen.

If you come back so soon, you must be running around day and night, right?"

"It's okay." Zhao Wujiang picked up the empress, and the empress exclaimed. He hugged the empress and walked to the back room.

"What...what are you going to do? Put me down." The empress' face turned red with embarrassment, and she kicked her feet wildly. She felt Zhao Wujiang's breathing quicken.

Regardless of the empress's struggle, Zhao Wujiang carried the empress to the back room and came to the bed.

He gently placed the empress on the bed, and then half-pressed her body on her.

The empress' delicate body stiffened for a moment, and she said with a trembling voice:

"Zhao Wujiang, let me go, otherwise... otherwise... uh uh..."

Before she could finish speaking, her red lips were covered by Zhao Wujiang's, causing dampness and heat to penetrate her.

She wanted to struggle, but the long-suppressed feelings in her heart welled up at this moment. The deep yearning for not seeing each other for a long time overshadowed her reserve. Her heart was so hot that she hugged Zhao Wujiang's neck tightly.

The two kissed each other, claiming each other's breath, and they hugged each other tighter and tighter, both wanting to integrate the other into their own flesh and blood.

It wasn't until Zhao Wujiang's big hand tried to lift her dragon robe that she regained consciousness and began to reject Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang was pushed away by her, the two of them hugged each other, and there were traces of crystal water droplets between their cheeks.

Her red lips became redder and redder, and the edges of her lips were slightly red and swollen. She said shyly:

"Wujiang, let's calm down..."

Zhao Wujiang gently held the empress's cheek and didn't say anything. He just looked at her eyes and tenderly called out:

"Lady..."

The empress, who originally wanted to wake up a little to make herself more rational, couldn't help but tremble when she heard Zhao Wujiang's soft call. The thick and slightly sour emotions in her heart continued to surge, pouring into her limbs and bones, and her delicate body.

A moment as soft as water waves.

All rationality, the fact that she was the emperor, and the fact that the time had not yet come were all left behind by her.

She pursed her red lips, her beautiful eyes were filled with water, and she hummed softly.

Zhao Wujiang gently uncovered the empress' disguise and saw a breathtakingly beautiful face.

The eyebrows were picturesque, the frown between them was full of charm, and the water in the eyes was staring at him with indescribable affection. For a moment, his heart trembled.

Before he could speak, the empress bit her lower lip with her teeth.

The empress panted heavily, her eyes pulsed, her red lips pressed against his chin, and she called out softly:

"Zhao Lang."

Zhao Wujiang's lust surged into his heart, and he could no longer suppress it. He buried his head and kissed the Empress' neck, reaching down, and received a moan from the Empress.

Burning with love, their hands and feet were messy, and they were undressing each other.
Chapter completed!