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The Great Xia, with a vast territory, is full of treasures.

While both martial arts and literature are combined, it is supplemented by the integration of different cultures of various ethnic groups in Daxia, leaving Daxia a seed that can flourish and flourish for a hundred flowers.

It’s just that this kind of seed has roots and sprouts, but before it blooms, it has ushered in the storm and trampled by golden swords and iron horses.

Blood blew and corpses were everywhere, and the war burned Daxia into a world of blood-red and black.

The arrow feathers were trembling, piercing the heart of Zhao Wujiang, who was dressed in black clothes.

Blood flowers bloomed in the darkness. Zhao Wujiang's body, which was about to fall, finally looked back at Xuanyuan Jing, with a gentle smile and a strong reluctance in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Jing let out a shrill wail:

"No!"

"No!" Xuanyuan Jing suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat oozing out from his forehead, and she gasped and looked around quickly.

The familiar bed curtains and gauze, the house beams are pitch black all around.

In a trance, the door was sounding lightly and the candlelight was shaking lightly. Zhao Wujiang's hazy figure approached with a dim halo.

"What's wrong?"

A gentle and tired concern sounded.

Xuanyuan Jing came to his senses and saw Zhao Wujiang wearing a coat and rubbing sleepy eyes, walking slowly with the lamp in her palm. Her eyes suddenly became hot, her nasal cavity was slightly sour, and she said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Nothing happens...

I... just had a dream..."

"Yes..." Zhao Wujiang patted his yawning lips and smiled faintly:

"There are a lot of official documents and memorials that I have to deal with this morning. Let's go to bed, I'm here..."

"Zhao Wujiang..." Xuanyuan Jing opened his mouth, and wanted to speak but stopped. The scene of blood and fire continued to appear in her mind. Zhao Wujiang's look back when he fell down made her heart still tremble.

"Hmm?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were as deep as the night, and his eyes were flashing slightly like the stars in the night sky. He smiled faintly and picked up a wooden chair, placed it beside Xuanyuan Jing's bed, sat down, and sighed:

"I'm right next to you. If you want to say something, feel free to say something. If you want to sleep, feel free to sleep..."

Xuanyuan Jing blinked as much as possible, trying to evaporate the hazy water vapor in her eyes. She stared at Zhao Wujiang's smiling eyes and finally opened her heart:

"Zhao Wujiang, can you... sleep next to my...?

Don't get me wrong, I'm just... I'm just worried that you will get cold at night and get infected with wind and cold..."

"Don't touch me!" Zhao Wujiang raised his sword eyebrows, blew out the candlelight, and stepped onto the bed amid Xuanyuan Jing's screams.

In the dark night, Xuanyuan Jing breathed a long sigh. Her eyes finally didn't have to hide in the dark night, and it showed a very softness. She stretched out her hand and wanted to hug Zhao Wujiang.

Since the last time I fulfilled my bet, I fell asleep with Zhao Wujiang in my arms, the unprecedented peace of mind and the throbbing deep in my heart have emerged, making my heart unable to help but yearn for having it again.

But she is the emperor, she is the only one who takes the lead in Daxia now. She cannot show too much emotion, she wants to maintain her majesty.

At this moment, a big hand gently held her wrist and placed it on the wide and solid back beam.

She was shocked and hurriedly said, "I'm just..."

"Go to sleep."

Zhao Wujiang only said one sentence.

"Yeah..." Xuanyuan Jing pursed his red lips and closed his eyes and nodded softly.

Maybe it was the night cold that deepened, or the nightmare was terrifying. At night, Xuanyuan Jing's body kept trembling, hugging Zhao Wujiang tighter and tighter. Until Zhao Wujiang gently hugged her, she breathed slowly and fell asleep.

The dream will last, and the sky will be bright on the first day of autumn and winter.

The two of them had breakfast, discussed the future, thought about countermeasures, and prepared for preparations.

One person went to the Imperial Study Room and the other person went to the Sixth Department of the Shangshu.

In the season, how long is winter? It’s only more than two months.

But in the future, how long will winter last? I don’t know where to go.

What Zhao Wujiang has to do is to stir the water in the morning hot before the winter so as not to freeze.
Chapter completed!