Chaos scratched his head:

"Zen Jean? That's a good word, I didn't think of it.

Tell me what other words sound more powerful, and I'll be able to show off in front of the girl later."

......

In the small courtyard of Wutong, Chaos sat on a soft cushion, surrounded by Yingyan, and he played the yaoqin in his hand, looking free and easy.

Zhao Wujiang drank slowly: "You can still play the piano?"

A smile tugged at the corner of Chaos' mouth, "I learned from someone who doesn't know whether to live or die."

......

Near-unitary time.

Guozijian.

Zhao Wujiang came to pick up Xiao Miaomiao and go home.

When the students saw Zhao Wujiang, they saluted one after another, and the name of Zhao Shi has spread all over Chang'an.

Xiao Miao Miao trotted out of the bustling crowd with a small bookbag on her shoulder, and when she saw Zhao Wujiang, she didn't have the joy of the past, but her expression was evasive.

She was followed by an old man, Zhang Yi, the old sacrificial wine of the Guozijian, who was respectful on weekdays, and was with a straight face at the moment.

Walking in front of Zhao Wujiang, Xiao Miao stood timidly in front of Zhao Wujiang, her little hands stirred together a little aggrieved, and whispered, "Master."

Zhao Wujiang was puzzled.

Sacrificing wine to Zhang Yi, the word retreated, he walked in front of Zhao Wujiang, the two first saluted each other, and then his face sank, and he told Zhao Wujiang about Miao Miao's condition.

Zhao Wujiang quietly listened to Zhang Huizhi's calm and powerful words, and nodded continuously.

He learned that Miao Miao copied ancient books for Laifu and others in Guozijian to write questions and collect money, and this matter has lasted for nearly half a year.

Zhang Huizhi was emotional, he said that with the current background of Lord Zhao, he should not miss these silver coins, let alone let Miao Miao, a six- or seven-year-old child, exchange his knowledge for money, and spoil his talent and child's clear heart for no reason.

There was a lot of blame for Zhao Wujiang in his words, thinking that Zhao Wujiang had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a master.

Zhao Wujiang listened carefully, nodded with a light smile, and when Zhang Huizhi finished speaking, he bowed his head and thanked him.

Xiao Miaomiao kept her head down, staring at her little shoes, her hands kept stirring her dress, and she didn't dare to look up at her master.

The sacrificial wine Zhang retreated and repeatedly spoke bitterly, and then left.

Zhao Wujiang squatted down, rubbed Miao Miao's hair, tilted his head to look at her dodging eyes, and said softly:

"Tell the master, what do you want so much money for?"

"Master... Isn't it... Don't want me anymore..." Xiao Miao raised her voice, faintly gnats and flies, and faintly heard a trace of crying.

Zhao Wujiang's heart trembled, the corners of his mouth pulled the starry eyebrows, and he squeezed out a smile:

"How so? How could the master not be Miao Miao?"

"Master." Miao Miao suddenly sobbed, she cried and poured out a bag from her small bookbag, and kept stuffing it into Zhao Wujiang's hand:

"Master... Let's go... Miao Miao has money, a lot of money..."

Zhao Wujiang took the bulging bag, the rope was opened, it was full of silver tickets and silver ingots, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, holding Miao Miao's little face, full of worry:

"What's wrong Miao Miao, tell the master what happened?"

Miao Miao's small breasts kept twitching, crying out of breath, she hugged Zhao Wujiang's neck tightly:

"Miao Miao dreamed that her master was gone... Don't want me anymore..."

Zhao Wujiang opened his mouth, his chest seemed to be a little blocked, he gently wiped away the tears on Miao Miao's cheeks, and said with a smile:

"The master has always been there, how can he not see it?"

"But I've been... I've been dreaming about this..."Xiao Miaomiao's eyes were red, staring at Zhao Wujiang, and her aggrieved little face made people pity:

"Miao Miao dreamed that the master was missing, and she couldn't find it no matter how she looked for it...

And master, you are getting more and more unhappy in Chang'an now...

Let's go, let's go somewhere else, Miao Miao has a lot of money and can take care of the master..."

Zhao Wujiang smiled, hugged Miao Miao, his eyes were warm, and he didn't answer for a long time.

.....

.

August 12, White Dew.

Imperial.

Qifeng Palace.

Zhao Wujiang knelt on one knee and saluted with his hands crossed: "Weichen see the emperor!"

Wu Meiniang grimaced and glared at him, "What are you doing again?"

Zhao Wujiang since the Midyear Festival, in the past month, the number of times she has been in and out of Qifeng Palace has become more and more frequent, she has never tired of looking at each other, and now she feels resentful and annoyed when she sees Zhao Wujiang, he always comes to disturb himself to deal with political affairs.

But deep down, she often feels that the years are quiet, and now the court is leveling, the officials are harmonious, the people of Li are getting better, everything is developing in a good direction, although she is busy with political affairs, she can see Zhao Wujiang every day, she is all satisfied.

"Wechen is here to take your pulse for the emperor."

Zhao Wujiang smiled and sat next to Wu Meiniang.

Now Wu Meiniang's lower abdomen is slightly bulging, and she is reviewing the chapters, Qing'er is holding a small bronze mirror, dangling around the room, I don't know what she is shining.

Wu Meiniang felt the warm big hand on her lower abdomen wandering and caressing, and she said angrily, "That's how you take the pulse?"

"Oops, I touched the wrong place." Zhao Wujiang laughed, and his hands began to move restlessly.

"Smack." Wu Meiniang slapped his hand away directly, frowned and said:

"Help me see the folds!"

A bunch of folds were pushed in front of Zhao Wujiang, he sighed, and lazily picked up a book.

[Your Majesty, there is heavy rain in three states in Longyou today.

Observation History of Longyou Dao, 10th day of August]

[Your Majesty, it is raining all over Longyou today.

Observation History of Longyou Dao, the ninth day of August]

[Your Majesty, today Longyou Road is in the land of one state, and the rest of the states are raining, which is suspected to be auspicious.

History of Longyou Dao Observation, the eighth day of August. 】

【......】

Zhao Wujiang even took a few volumes of the chapters, all of which were observed by this Longyoudao, and they were all trivial matters.

What the hell is this...... He picked up another book casually, his eyes widened, and he sat up straight, only to see that the music read:

[Your Majesty, the old minister often misses you.

Lingnan Province Observation History, August 10. 】

"Rebels and thieves, drag them out and behead them." Zhao Wujiang's sword eyebrows flew.

Wu Meiniang covered her mouth and chuckled.

Zhao Wujiang picked up the chapter again, seven of the ten books were to report the weather, and the rest were all about missing the emperor and feeling the emperor's grace and so on.

"Your Majesty, Weichen misses you, why don't you summon Weichen to sleep." Zhao Wujiang twisted and pinched, his voice changed tone, and he put a dog skin plaster on Wu Meiniang's body.

Wu Mei Niangjiao smiled and kept pushing.

"Your Majesty, the observation history of Lingnan Dao is urgent." A shrill voice sounded outside the door.

Zhao Wujiang frowned, Wu Meiniang hurriedly pushed Zhao Wujiang away, straightened the neckline of the palace skirt that was slightly torn open, and became full of majesty in an instant:

"Come in."

The old eunuch lowered his eyebrows, held a wooden box in both hands, respectfully placed it next to the desk, and then stood quietly aside with his head down, and from beginning to end, his eyes never raised a little, as if he didn't see Zhao Wujiang.

Wu Meiniang picked up the wooden box, pushed open the sealing box, and there were two letters lying inside, and then she picked up the first one and slowly unfolded it, and Zhao Wujiang's head also followed.

[Emperor Qi, at the beginning of today's unitary period, the land is sinking to the southeast! ]

Lingnan Wuzhou, Cangwu Mountain is more than ten miles in radius, all collapsed, ten zhang into the ground, there are Li people's unfortunate people, buried in the dust, the current total, 2,152 people.

There is an old man with a sword, who saved more than 100 people from Li Min with a sword, and handed over a letter to the old minister, indicating that Zhao Wujiang and Lord Zhao personally enlightened.

Now that the cangwu has collapsed, the old minister has gone to investigate with the dead man, but for some reason, the old minister has a feeling that it is difficult to return.

However, as an observer of history, Lao Chen is the parent official of Lingnan Limin, and he must not go and observe.

Your Majesty, the old minister often misses you, and I wish you a long and healthy body.

Lingnan Dao Observation History, Wu Lixin, VIII

On the eleventh day of the month, you are positive. 】