......

"Don't pull it out... it hurts..." Gu Nanyuan frowned on her pretty face, and she felt the pain.

Zhao Wujiang grabbed Gu Nanyuan's wrist:

"How can I not pull it out? It's all bleeding..."

"Then be gentle..." Gu Nan's voice was muffled, his original coldness was no longer there, and his pretty face showed a sense of fragility, which made people feel pity.

"Okay..." Zhao Wujiang twitched slowly, with blood on his pulling away.

Gu Nanyuan frowned and pursed her lips. Seeing the thing being pulled out, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Be careful next time." Zhao Wujiang held the wooden thorn in his hand and threw it away.

Just when he was resting, Gu Nanyuan dodged shyly and accidentally hit the corner of the bed, and was stabbed by the wooden thorns at the corner of the bed.

There are people living in the upper room of Wangbei Inn. Zhao Wujiang and others' rooms are not good. In addition, they are disrepaired and sometimes some broken parts will be found on the edge of the wooden bed, and wooden thorns will frequently arise.

Gu Nanyuan nodded softly, after a day of running around, she felt sleepy. Her eyelids were fighting, but she didn't know how to sleep.

Zhao Wujiang saw it, sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his waist on the pillow, hugged Gu Nanyuan in his arms, and said softly:

"Go to sleep."

Gu Nanyuan was shy and wanted to struggle, but soon the comfort in her heart spread. She felt that Zhao Wujiang was so warm in her arms.

What's wrong with me? She muttered in her heart, muttered in her mouth, and slowly closed her eyes.

...

What's wrong with me? The empress turned over.

When it was almost my last moment, she was still tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

Zhao Wujiang was not in the Hall of Yangxin, which made her heart a little empty, and a touch of uncomfortable feelings arose in the darkness.

I wonder if Zhao Wujiang arrived in Wangzhou... The empress turned over again and spat in her heart.

What do I want him to do?

I don’t know when he will come back... Zhao Wujiang’s figure appeared in the empress’s mind again, as gentle as jade and a faint smile.

Why am I thinking about him again? The empress frowned and felt very embarrassed. She sat up and breathed a long sigh, trying to calm her mind.

I can't sleep, and Zhao Wujiang must not be able to sleep, right? The empress sighed, and Zhao Wujiang's figure lingered in her mind. She felt that the huge palace of Yangxin was deserted after Zhao Wujiang went to Wangzhou.

If she had never seen the light, she could endure the darkness.

But Zhao Wujiang's appearance was like a beam of light shining into her boundless darkness. At first, this beam of light was guilty, but as time passed, she felt the warmth and she could no longer sleep with the darkness.

The empress stood up and lit the candlelight. She couldn't sleep at night. She had no choice but to read ancient books to relieve her worries.

She opened the book and wondered if Zhao Wujiang was alone in a foreign land and could not sleep alone?

...

Zhao Wujiang slept soundly, while Gu Nanyuan lay on his side, his delicate body was delicate and hot.

He pulled the bedding and covered Gu Nanyuan to prevent Gu Nanyuan from catching a cold at night.

The next day, dawn.

Gu Nanyuan slowly opened her beautiful eyes and slept soundly last night, and she felt relieved and felt relieved.

She found herself lying in Zhao Wujiang's arms, her cheeks were hot, and she wanted to get up, but found that Zhao Wujiang held her waist with her big hands and the bedding was also covering her, so she couldn't move for a while.

Her heart felt soft, afraid that she would wake up the sleeping man beneath her, so she gently leaned her head against Zhao Wujiang's chest and felt Zhao Wujiang's hot breath and surging heartbeat.

"Master, have you set off?"

Just now, the sound of Jia Er San asking respectfully was heard outside the door.

"Let's go after a cup of tea." Zhao Wujiang said loudly.

"Ah? You..." Gu Nanyuan's cheeks were stained with morning glow. It turned out that Zhao Wujiang had woken up long ago. Then what she had intimately done just now...

Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows and jokingly said:

"Did you covet me for a long time?"

......

After a cup of tea, Zhao Wujiang and the other two wore bronze masks, led three red horses and left Wangbei Inn and continued to head towards the south.

They are going to Putuo Temple in the central and southern parts of Wangzhou.

The monk sweeping the floor was originally a monk from Putuo Temple. He cleaned up the sutras in the Sutra Library of Putuo Temple. After his death, he was buried among the mountains behind Putuo Temple.

Now a passage has been broken into the tomb of the monk sweeping the floor, and all the masters gathered to use Putuo Temple as the base.

Zhao Wujiang turned over the horse, Gu Nanyuan hugged him tightly, and he pulled the reins, and the sound of the horse's hooves suddenly rose, and the dust and sand were raised.

Jia Er San and Jia Er Nine followed up, and neither of them spoke, but they just made a tacit eye contact.

They just discovered that behind them, eight auras were followed, one of which showed murderous intentions to Zhao Wujiang last night.

It seems that we were targeted, but I wonder if Lord Zhao found out whether he had... the smile on his old cheeks under the mask of Jia Er San slowly lowered.

"Master, why did the horse run a little slow..." Gu Nanyuan was puzzled. The speed of riding horses today was much slower than yesterday. Now she was close to home and wanted to see her grandfather as soon as possible.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep and he smiled lightly:
Chapter completed!