Faced with a dilemma, most people are already panicked.

For some reason, Zhao Wujiang did not have any nervous and worried emotions, but was more of a kind of peace, a little silence, and a little calmness.

He seemed to have really grown into a strong man who was in front of him and his face remained unchanged.

In the hazy night, he was drawing talismans and looking up at the stars, and felt an indescribable sense of absurdity in his heart.

Who is Zhao Wujiang?

Isn't he a fake eunuch?

Aren’t you a fake eunuch who should dominate the harem, act as a mighty person, and be complacent in your own territory?

How did he reach this point now?

It seems that since he began to gain power, practice martial arts, and learn more and more broad things that he had never known before, he has come step by step to the present.

In fact, what he thought at the beginning was very simple, just to reach a high position step by step through power struggle, and finally become prime minister, win the empress, and reach the peak of his life, becoming a wealthy man with three or five wives, a group of children, and a lot of disciples.

That's all.

But the plan cannot keep up with changes.

But things are unpredictable.

He could have been content with poverty and was happy with it, without much sorrow, and lived until the world collapsed.

Maybe he didn't know anything. When the world collapsed, he would only think that the summer season was unfavorable and natural disasters were frequent. This disaster was just a little bigger.

Everything will be fine and everything will pass.

But now he knows the truth, absurdity and cruelty are about to happen to him.

Unless it is valuable and can be taken away after the collapse of the world, people born and raised in this world will die from this destruction.

And Zhao Wujiang is very valuable, but because he is too valuable, he has to die.

Sounds fucked.

But it's very real.

Some people die from innocent people and are exposed, while others die from a treasure.

Who made him full of luck?

"well."

Zhao Wujiang looked up at the starry sky, and the stars entered his eyes, and he sighed.

Just sighing, not depressed.

After drawing the last Yunzhan Punishing Talisman, he put it in his arms, and walked towards the bedroom.

Wearing clothes and holding lamps, the pace is slow and firm.

His back gradually merged into the night, leaving only a hazy and dim light.

He seemed to have been ignoring something and forgot something.

This matter is very important to him, but he is in a dilemma and the authorities are fascinated by it and never thinks about it.

Maybe when he wakes up and understands, the world has collapsed.

———

Back to the bedroom.

The empress heard the light sound of the door pushing open and the dim halo approaching. She woke up in a shallow sleep, rubbed her hazy eyes, and stared at Zhao Wujiang with a pursed lips and smiled.

There is a touch of sillyness.

Zhao Wujiang smiled at her warmly, making her like the more she looked at her.

She rubbed her eyes again, and Zhao Wujiang looked hazy, as if there were some arcs all over her body, like paintings and piles of prints.

She remembered an interesting thing.

One day a long time ago, Zhao Wujiang shared with her some things about the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce auction.

Tell her that the Daxia Chinese painting mounter has a skill that can uncover a painting three layers, each layer is almost exactly the same, with only subtle but extremely important differences.

She once asked, but Zhao Wujiang kept it a secret and did not tell her in detail. Then there were many things to do later, and she and Zhao Wujiang forgot about this matter.

What she didn't know was that what Zhao Wujiang wanted to tell her was Zhao Wujiang's feelings that were at the beginning.

The painting uncovers three layers.

The outside is on the surface, and it is the first to be stained with ink stains, which is bright and bright, just like a person's appearance.

The innermost one has a faint ink trace, but it has been stained with ink stains for years and has long been deep and subtle, just like a human soul.

I have always been hidden in the outermost paper, and I cannot see it on weekdays. Even if I am lucky enough to see it, I will see it as light as water, as if it is like a phantom, but the depth of the soul is penetrated through the back of the paper.

People are like picturesque, with a layer of skin, a layer of flesh and blood, and a layer of soul.

And Zhao Wujiang is just Zhao Wujiang, not Zhao Wujiang, and not just Zhao Wujiang.
Chapter completed!