...

"Don't pull it out...it hurts..." Gu Nanyuan frowned, feeling the pain.

Zhao Wujiang grabbed Gu Nanyuan's wrist:

"What if I don't pull it out? It's all bleeding..."

"Then please be gentle..." Gu Nan Yuan's voice was irritated. The original coldness was no longer there, and her pretty face showed a fragile feeling, which made people pity her.

"Okay..." Zhao Wujiang twitched slowly, and there was blood as he pulled away.

Gu Nanyuan raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the thing being pulled out.

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

When he was just taking a rest, Gu Nanyuan shyly dodged and accidentally hit the corner of the bed with his hand, and was struck by a wooden thorn on the corner of the bed.

The upper rooms of the Wangbei Inn were occupied by people. The rooms occupied by Zhao Wujiang and others were not that good. In addition, they were in disrepair. From time to time, broken spots and wooden thorns would be found on the edge of the wooden bed.

Gu Nanyuan hummed softly. After a day of running around, she felt sleepy. Her eyelids were twitching, but she didn't know how to fall asleep.

Zhao Wujiang saw this in his eyes, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned his waist on the pillow, hugged Gu Nanyuan into 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's arms were so warm.

What the hell is wrong with me? She muttered in her heart, muttered, and slowly closed her eyes.

...

What the hell is wrong with me? The empress turned over.

When she was almost pregnant, she was still tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Zhao Wujiang was not in the Nourishing Heart Hall, which made her heart feel a little empty, and a touch of difficult emotion arose in the darkness.

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

What do I want him to do?

She didn't know when he would come back... Zhao Wujiang's figure appeared in the empress's mind again, as gentle as jade with a slight smile.

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

I can't sleep, so Zhao Wujiang must not be able to sleep either, right? The empress sighed, the figure of Zhao Wujiang lingering in her mind. She felt that after Zhao Wujiang left for Wangzhou, Nuo Da's Nourishing Heart Hall was unusually deserted.

If she has never seen the light, she can endure the darkness.

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

The empress got up and lit the candle. She couldn't sleep at night, so she could only read ancient books to relieve her worries.

She opened the book and wondered if Zhao Wujiang was alone in a foreign land. Would it be difficult to sleep alone?

...

Zhao Wujiang was fast asleep, and Gu Nanyuan was lying on his side, her delicate body scalding hot.

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

The next day, it's dawn.

Gu Nanyuan slowly opened her beautiful eyes. She slept soundly last night, her body and mind were soothed and she felt particularly at ease.

She found herself lying in Zhao Wujiang's arms, her cheeks were hot, and she wanted to get up. She found that Zhao Wujiang's big hands were holding her waist, and the quilt was covering her body. She couldn't move for a while.

Tenderness arose in her heart, fearing that she would wake up the sleeping man beneath her, so she gently leaned her head on Zhao Wujiang's chest, feeling Zhao Wujiang's hot breath and surging heartbeat.

"Pavilion Master, do you want to set off?"

At this moment, Jia Ersan's respectful and inquiring voices sounded outside the door.

"Let's set off 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 a long time ago, so wasn't her intimate action just now...

Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows and joked:

"Have you been coveting me for a long time?"

...

After a cup of tea, Zhao Wujiang and the others put on their bronze masks, led three big maroon horses and left Wangbei Inn, heading south.

They were going to Putuo Temple in the south-central part of Wangzhou.

The sweeping monk was originally a monk of Putuo Temple. He cleaned and organized scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion of Putuo Temple. After his death, he was buried in the mountains behind Putuo Temple.

Now a passage has been opened in the tomb of the sweeping monk, and all the masters have gathered to use Putuo Temple as their base.

Zhao Wujiang got on his horse, and Gu Nanyuan hugged him closely. He pulled the reins, and the horse's hoofbeats suddenly sounded, raising dust.

Jia 23 and Jia 19 rode up to catch up. Neither of them said a word, but only made tacit eye contact.

They just discovered that there were eight auras following behind them, one of which showed murderous intent towards Zhao Wujiang last night.

It seems that we have been targeted, but I wonder if Mr. Zhao has noticed it... The smile on the old cheeks under the mask of Jia Ersan slowly faded away.

"Pavilion Master, why is the horse running a little slow..." Gu Nanyuan was puzzled. The speed of riding the horse today was much slower than yesterday. Now she is timid near home and wants to see her grandfather quickly.

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