Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 77 Good Sword
Wang Yifang looked at Zhao Wujiang's serious face, fell into deep thought, and then said earnestly: "Brother, I see you often carry a medicine box, and I have heard a little about your medical deeds, but do you know how General Su's illness is?

Basically, all the imperial doctors who can go to the imperial hospital have gone, but they are helpless. It is conceivable, what kind of intractable diseases are like climbing to the sky?
If you are cured, everyone will be happy, the emperor will reward you, and General Su will remember your life-saving grace and help you.

But what if it can't be cured?Have you ever thought about the consequences?

At that time, all the accusations will be placed on you, and Li Yifu's head, Sun Wuji, and others will stare at you, do you have a way out? "

Wang Yifang tried to persuade Zhao Wujiang with his words and words, and he moved them with emotion and reason. In his opinion, Zhao Wujiang had a heart to help the world, but he didn't think that Zhao Wujiang could cure Su Dingfang and General Su. Self in a quagmire.

Zhao Wujiang could feel Wang Yifang's kindness, he sighed, patted Wang Yifang's big hand, and said with a smile: "Brother, you have known me for so long, you can see that I, Zhao Wujiang, have done things that I am not sure about? You can see that I am reckless Pass?"

"I didn't mean you, have you been reckless?" Wang Yifang laughed and shook his head.

"Didn't you say, big brother, that our generation of scholars should do great things? I just express my feelings at the right time." Zhao Wujiang said sincerely:

"Little brother has his own sense of propriety and knows how to advance and retreat. Eldest brother, introduce me once for younger brother!"

Zhao Wujiang understands that now it is very difficult to enter the mansion of General Su by himself alone. He is not very established in the court, and he doesn't have much contact with General Su, so if he goes rashly, he will most likely be turned away.

But Wang Yifang is different. Wang Yifang has been an official in the court for many years. When Wei Zheng was there, he would often take him to visit various high-ranking official residences to accumulate contacts.

Wang Yifang looked at Zhao Wujiang's sincere and firm appearance, knowing that he couldn't hold back this righteous brother, he sighed, and said in a deep voice: "You, you. At noon tomorrow, I will take you to the Su Mansion."

Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists, and the two talked to each other again, until the sun set and the sun set, Zhao Wujiang got up to leave.

Outside Qifeng Palace, under the afterglow of the afterglow, the shadow of a beautiful woman grows long, and Queen Wang silently waits for Zhao Wujiang's arrival.

Her eyes were as calm as a pool, and there was still a trace of loneliness. It was obvious that the old servant's departure had somewhat affected her.

If I hadn't met Zhao Wujiang, I would be facing the torrent alone now, right?

"What are you thinking? So fascinated?" Zhao Wujiang spoke loudly, and the warm manly breath rang in Wang Yanning's ears.

He had just arrived at Zhaoyi Palace, and saw Wang and Empress staring blankly ahead, with a bright smile on her beautiful face.

When he approached, Queen Wang didn't react.

"Miss you!" Wang Yanning said angrily, with an eager and bold look, quite majestic.

Zhao Wujiang covered his sleeves with both hands, jokingly said: "Then you have to pay for it!"

"I have given you gold before."

"That will cost more!"

"I don't have any money, I can ask for everything else." Wang Yanning flicked her sleeves and pursed her red lips.

The two walked side by side, one on the left and one on the right, Zhao Wujiang looked sideways and said softly: "I want you"

Wang Yanning's pretty face flushed red.

"Okay." Zhao Wujiang continued.

I want you to be good. Zhao Wujiang's words resounded in Wang Yanning's heart. Her heart was soft and touched. Recently, sorrow and pain came to her heart. Everyone in the palace saw her insignificant and avoided her like a tiger. Only Zhao Wujiang still cared about her.

Her beautiful eyes were full of water vapor, she turned her pretty face aside, and said softly: "You dare to moleste me, I will kill your head."

Zhao Wujiang smiled dumbly, and gently lifted her arm, "Let's go, Empress Empress, enter the house and kill."

Qifeng Palace, the palace of the king and queen.

The flickering candles in the room reflected the hearts of the two.

Queen Wang took out a long strip of cloth bag, and slowly spread it out, revealing a three-foot green blade inside.

Zhao Wujiang covered his head, pretending to be terrified and said: "Your Majesty! Are you serious?"

"What's the matter, aren't you scared?" Wang Yanning's mouth curled up slightly.

"Die under the peony flower!" Zhao Wujiang lay on the chair with his head in his arms, looking lazy.

Wang Yanning glared at him, suddenly full of flair.

"This is one of the treasured swords of my royal family. It was left to me by those who protected me before they retreated." Wang Yanning handed the three-foot green sword to Zhao Wujiang, her eyebrows frowned: "If you retreat, you will leave it to Zhao Wujiang." Me what?"

She wanted to ask Zhao Wujiang if he would retreat, she actually knew that Zhao Wujiang would not, but Zhao Wujiang is her last reliance now, right?
"Corpse!" Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice, he drew out the three-foot green blade, the cold light flickered, and the sound of the sword hummed.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Wang Yanning spoke quickly, and when she heard Zhao Wujiang's answer, she felt remorse, she shouldn't have asked.

Zhao Wujiang will not retreat, even if he loses, he will fight for his life in the end and stand in front of her.

"If so, let's die together."

Wang Yan said calmly.

"Good sword!"

Zhao Wujiang held the sword in his hand, flicked his fingers lightly, buzzing and crisp, he sighed sincerely.

With the blessing of the new gentleman's six arts, he is full of blessings, with a sword in his hand, and his whole person is heroic and full of vigor.

As if feeling the burning gaze, he turned his head and found that Queen Wang was staring at him in a daze.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly, like a spring breeze on the dust.

Seeing the charming Zhao Wujiang with a gentle tone, Queen Wang felt her cheeks burning hot, she turned her face away, and said falteringly: "It's nothing, this sword is for you!"

"I know, the sword is given to the hero, and the sword must be given to me by the empress." Zhao Wujiang joked.

Wang Yanning blushed and said: "Hmph, you are really thick-skinned, I have never seen you wield a sword, but the two-handed sword flower just now is quite decent."

"Up, down, left, right, right, I have a sword that can open mountains and enter valleys, plow courts and sweep acupuncture points." The corners of Zhao Wujiang's mouth raised, and he raised his eyebrows at the queen.

Wang Yanning didn't dare to look directly at Zhao Wujiang, and said softly: "You are really thick-skinned, you are not as serious as before."

Zhao Wujiang looked at the empress Wang's shy and timid appearance, and stepped closer to her, "Madam, do you know that there is a saying in my hometown? Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth! Come, feel it!"

He grabbed Queen Wang's gentle and slender hand, and Queen Wang struggled symbolically, then let Zhao Wujiang hold his hand, and slowly stretched it towards his handsome face like jade.

Zhao Wujiang didn't stay in Qifeng Palace for too long, so he left.

A woman will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword. He carried a three-foot green sword on his back and rode his horse in the dark night.

Passing through the houses, he quickly stopped in front of his mansion, opened the door and entered, and Miaomiao, who heard the sound, jumped over happily, beside the former female store owner.

"Master Zhao is really, before marrying the slave's family, he always asks the slave's family to help take care of the children. If it gets out, how can the slave's family marry?"

(End of this chapter)