Chapter 431 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (42)

There was a gentle knock on the door, but Wen Xingzhi's hand did not stop, and he continued to stir the tea slowly.

But the moment the bright yellow figure stepped over the threshold, the rhythm of the tea whisk in his hand suddenly became disrupted.

Qing Wu was wearing a dragon robe with twelve-chapter cloud brocade patterns. The golden dragon on the robe looked lifelike, as if it was about to take off into the sky.

She wore a crown on her head, and the pearls on the crown swayed gently with her steps. Each pearl emitted a dazzling light, reflecting the blue bricks on the ground into a flowing galaxy.

It also highlights her status as a monarch above all others.

She had a new phoenix crown with pearls in her hair, and the gold-thread hairpins on the crown swayed gracefully with her movements. Every step she took was like stepping on his heart, making his heart ripple with it.

The bright yellow brocade clothes show off Qingwu's innate noble temperament to the fullest. Her beauty is pure and gorgeous, and she flaunts it without any concealment, radiating the brilliance that originally belonged to her.

Wen Xingzhi enjoyed his heartbeat quickening and couldn't take his eyes off Qingwu's appearance.

If it were before, Wen Xingzhi would never have thought that he would be so blinded by lust.

Lust is like a sword hanging over one's head. For such a treasure in the world, he is willing to give up everything.

"His Majesty......"

The handsome Prime Minister Wen was only wearing plain inner clothes and respectfully offered Qingwu a cup of tea.

Qing Wu watched with great interest the Prime Minister Qiu Shuiruo's humble and submissive appearance.

I don’t know how this prime minister, who has always been arrogant, got the Ren and Du meridians opened up.

I learned some weird things during this period.

But it is undeniable that Qingwu was extremely happy at this moment, so she was willing to give this disguised fox some of the rewards he wanted.

Qingwu sipped the fragrant tea gracefully, letting the fresh tea fragrance slowly spread on the tip of her tongue. Suddenly, she chuckled.

As she laughed, the crown tassels swayed gently, making a crisp sound.

Qingwu slowly stood up and approached Wen Xingzhi step by step.

The golden thread on the dragon robe brushed against the back of Wen Xingzhi's hand, bringing a tingling sensation. "Prime Minister Wen, your behavior at this morning's court session really caught me off guard. I was quite surprised."

She lifted his chin with her fingertips, and it swayed with her movements, occasionally brushing against Wen Xingzhi's eyebrows, bringing a slight itch.

"What exactly is the Prime Minister Wen planning?"

This forced him to raise his head and look at her.

Wen Xingzhi looked at the beautiful face in front of him and his breathing almost stopped.

The ambergris mixed with the scent of tea on Qingwu's body enveloped him, reminding him of the fragile figure when they first met.

The cunning light flashing in her eyes at this moment fascinated him more than any treasure.

"Your Majesty, I have no other request," Wen Xingzhi's voice was a little hoarse, "I only wish to be a pen in your Majesty's hand, writing about these vast mountains and rivers for you."

Wen Xingzhi stood up, his posture stretched out, his plain inner garment loosely covering half of his body, but as he walked he gradually untied his belt, faintly revealing his jade-white chest.

Although the words were so weak, the posture was strong and humble, tempting and expectant.

As he gradually approached Qingwu, Qingwu finally stretched out her white jade-like hand and gently placed it on Wen Xingzhi's chest, preventing him from getting any closer and stopping the man from making any further moves.

"But, didn't Prime Minister Wen say that he wanted to be a pen for Awu? So now..."

"Are you satisfied, Awu?" Wen Xingzhi's voice was as clear as morning dew, but the ending tone was extremely low, like silk rubbing against the strings of a guqin, with a barely perceptible vibrato.

Wen Xingzhi's gaze fell on Qingwu's face, and he carefully looked at her beautiful and charming appearance.

The bright yellow of the dragon robe with twelve chapters pattern formed a sharp contrast with her snow-white skin. Wen Xingzhi suddenly remembered the line from Chu Ci: "The hall is full of beauties, but suddenly I make eyes with her."

Indeed, the king's attire looks absolutely beautiful on Qingwu.

And these uniforms were all prepared by him.

I hear that he is very proud of his actions.

He Liming only prepared the royal attire, but he modified it and created the first set of royal attire for the empress of the Daning Dynasty.

He said he would let Qingwu come to him on her own initiative.

Isn’t it here?

For this, it's all worth it.

However, facing Wen Huli's enchanting appearance, Qingwu did not show much reaction.

When it comes to seduction, no one can compare to her.

But now, she is no longer the one being controlled by others, but the one who controls everything.

Qingwu glanced slowly at Wen Xingzhi's open collar, and her jade-like fingers gently fiddled with the bright red flower.

This caused Wen Xingzhi to let out an irresistible groan.

Qing Wu raised the corner of her mouth slightly and said softly, "A Wu is indeed satisfied today. Thank you, Prime Minister."

Wen Xingzhi's originally effortless disguise was instantly shattered at this moment. His neck instantly flushed, veins bulged, and his eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Then Awu, can I get the reward I expect?" Wen Xingzhi's voice trembled slightly, and he was obviously impatient.

However, just when Qingwu was about to respond——

A cold voice suddenly rang out, as if a basin of ice water was poured over his head, making Wen Xingzhi's eyes instantly filled with murderous intent.

"As a minister, it is your duty to serve His Majesty. You should do your best and do it without complaint. However, if you only think about asking for rewards every day, then your purpose and utilitarianism are too strong."

The python pattern on the Feiyu suit bared its fangs and claws as its owner moved, and the scabbard of the Embroidered Spring Sword was heavily knocked against the table with a loud "bang", which made the remaining tea in the Jian Kiln Yaobian teacup splash out.

However, although He Liming said such high-sounding words, his actions were not vague at all.

He strode forward and approached Qingwu without hesitation. He raised his bony hand gently and brushed away a strand of black hair that had fallen on her shoulder.

His fingertips inadvertently brushed against her delicate skin, his movements intimate and natural, as if this was his exclusive privilege.

People who watched it hated it very much.

——What are you talking about in a hypocritical manner?

Wen Xingzhi's carefully dressed appearance seemed to ruin the scenery.

Really, how could he forget?

He also has such annoying opponents.

Even if he paid all this, he couldn't have Qingwu alone.

But......

Wen Xingzhi's eyes darkened, even so, he would not let go.