The warm fragrance of nephrite is filled with the heart, and the passion is constantly lingering.

The two hugged each other and enjoyed the long-lost tranquility.

This tranquility spreads from the body to the heart, making people feel particularly relaxed.

The sky is darkening, and the night is getting deeper.

After all, Ning Jing was broken, and the sound of notification sounded.

"Your Majesty, Little Li Zi is asking for a meeting."

Xuanyuan Jing frowned. This little Lizi came to urge her almost every day to turn the brand and favor the concubines in the harem.

She understood that this little Lizi had received a lot of rewards from the concubines in the harem and supported by many ministers, so she seemed extremely attentive in this matter.

In the past few days after Zhao Wujiang entered the world, he naturally could not favor those concubines, so he delayed again and again.

Now that Zhao Wujiang has returned, some things have to be done routinely.

But now Xuanyuan Jing doesn't want to do anything, and doesn't want Zhao Wujiang to favor the concubines for her anymore, but her daughter's body cannot be exposed and some things have to be done.

"Your Majesty, I'm not going to wear a slap for you."

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and wanted to wear Xuanyuan Jing's clothes. Now Xuanyuan Jing's upper body is covered, but his lower body is suddenly filled with spring light.

"I'll do it myself." Xuanyuan Jing's cheeks were rosy, and he followed Zhao Wujiang's burning gaze, and then he was shocked to find that he was not covered in clothes.

She was so embarrassed that she quickly clamped her slender legs and pushed Zhao Wujiang hard on the cheek:

"Switch your face!"

The sound of dressing.

Zhao Wujiang glanced at the busy Xuanyuan Jing and asked:

"Whose brand will be turned on tonight?"

"Don't you know what you know?" Xuanyuan Jing finished wearing it, checked correctly, and began to wear shoes and boots.

The emperor favored the harem. Since ancient times, except for a very small number of people who really liked a concubine, most of the time, it was just to send a political signal.

For example today.

In the face of the situation where Daxia is about to send troops to fight back and attack southern Xinjiang, we need to favor Xiao Wanjun.

Because Xiao Wanjun is the daughter of Xiao Yuanshan, the general who guards the southern border.

Zhao Wujiang nodded and said lightly:

"Xiao Wanjun is so good, with a good waist, legs, and good health. It is round on the top and on the bottom and is well-behaved. It is also full of grass and winding and twisting inside.

Not like you..."

"Hmm?" Xuanyuan Jing was stunned and glared at Zhao Wujiang:

"What's not like me?"

Zhao Wujiang smiled:

"Flying geese step on the snow mud, there are no plants and trees in the mountains."

Xuanyuan Jing frowned, not understanding what it means, but he felt that Zhao Wujiang's smile was a bit inappropriate, and her eyebrows instantly looked like the emperor's majesty:

"What's the meaning?"

"White!" Zhao Wujiang spread his hands, and the words behind him were a little vague:

"Tiger..."

Xuanyuan Jing's eyes showed his thoughts, thinking about the ancient books he had read in his mind, and wondering what these two words mean.

"Don't think about it anymore, go and flip the sign." Zhao Wujiang grabbed Xuanyuan Jing's arm and walked out.

"I understand." Xuanyuan Jing looked like he suddenly realized, and with a hint of confusion:

"The green dragon, vermilion bird, black and white tiger, you mean the white tiger, one of the four spirits, right?

But what does this have to do with me? I am the true dragon emperor, and I should be the blue dragon."

What I want to say is that I didn’t find Maomao…Zhao Wujiang looked strange and nodded and said in a compliment:

"The emperor is very insightful."

Xuanyuan Jing was a little suspicious. When he observed Zhao Wujiang's expression, he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

She was ready to dress and tidy up, so she walked out with Zhao Wujiang.

——

Concubine Xiao Shu’s bedroom.

The lights are dim at night.

Perhaps because she had not been favored for a while, Xiao Wanjun acted a little hungry and excitedly catered to her.

The sound of gasping sounded in the bedroom, and the whole person was jogging on the bed.

Xuanyuan Jing sat not far away, listening to these movements a little upset, and blushed.

She always inadvertently thinks about the future, if it were her and Zhao Wujiang...
Chapter completed!