Chapter 62: The Fire Lotus of Karma, Your Majesty, have you seen it?

The first time she entered the palace, she saved Yuan Heng who fell into the water, and he rewarded her with a set of walnut screens.

Along with it came a secret decree.

Emperor Wu Su hesitated for a while, and when he thought of the content of the oral order, the corners of his lips twitched.

With some displeasure, he asked, "Have you told anyone else?"

"Your Majesty said that this oral order can only be heard by yourself, and I have not told anyone."

Emperor Wu Su nodded, a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and said lightly: "Forget it."

Let her forget? The emperor's words are so casual...

Ji Qingwu blinked her watery eyes and asked puzzledly: "But your servant still remembers."

This decree was not a good thing for the Ji family, but for her, it was a great blessing from heaven.

Emperor Wu Su raised his eyebrows and said mockingly, "You don't remember what you should remember, but you have a good memory for what you should forget."

"Your Majesty's words, I dare not forget them."

Hearing the particularly obedient words coming out of her rosy lips, Emperor Wu Su pulled her arm across in front of him. There was a colorful rope around her slender wrist, which made her wrist look cold and white.

Ji Qingwu also followed his gaze and looked at his wrist.

What's so good about this?

Emperor Wu Su held her arm and said thoughtfully, "Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. I will go to worship the gods and ancestors. I am still missing an item to pray for good luck."

In the emperor's sight, Najib's object should not be her arm...right?

If what she expected was correct, it was this five-colored thread.

"Shall I ask Eunuch Li to prepare?" She tried to pull her wrist, but was held tighter.

Emperor Wu Su looked at her and said, "You come and prepare."

When the emperor went to worship gods and ancestors, the ornaments he wore were custom-made by the Imperial Household Department according to custom, so it was never her turn to prepare them.

Ji Qingwu refused, "Your Majesty, this is against the rules."

Emperor Wu Su stroked the delicate flesh of his wrist with his fingers, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"It's fine to give it to Yuan Heng, but it's against the rules to give it to me. Aren't these two standards too obvious?"

She was speechless for a moment, so she could only give in and said, "I will go home and weave it, and have someone send it to the palace tonight."

"Who knows if you will just find a ready-made one to fool me? You can just make it up in the Qinzheng Palace. You can only leave after I am satisfied with what you have made up."

Ji Qingwu rolled her eyes guiltily. She did have this plan. Could it be that the emperor also had a plan in mind for her?

Emperor Wu Su called Li Yuzong in.

In a short while, all the colored silk threads needed were prepared.

Ji Qingwu was holding the silk thread in his hand and was about to go to the chair in the hall when suddenly someone grabbed his waist from behind and pressed him onto the gilded dragon-carved chair.

Emperor Wu Su said calmly: "Just edit it here."

There were four round columns supporting the armrests on the back of the chair, with golden dragons coiled on them, which made Ji Qingwu dizzy.

Being able to sit on the throne once was a great honor for her.

The chair is wide enough for one person to lie down and for two people to sit.

Under the chair, Ji Qingwu's emerald smoke-like cloud-like skirt fluttered over the yellow satin embroidered with gold dragon robe of the man next to her.

The hem of the skirt is embroidered with coral branches, which overlap with the pan pattern on the dragon robe.

Gorgeous and luxurious.

Li Yuzong, who saw this scene, hurriedly retreated from the hall, feeling that his life was about to be frightened to death. He pulled his collar and gasped for breath.

Sitting on the same dragon throne with the emperor, no one else in the Phoenix Palace has such an honor.

Inside the palace.

Emperor Wu Su picked up the imperial pen right in front of her and began to review the memorials without hesitation.

Ji Qingwu secretly tilted his head and looked at his calm profile with its deep features.

The corners of her lips were slightly tense, looking dignified and indifferent.

With the pen in his slender hands, he drew a few strokes on the paper. As he was deep in thought, his overbearing aura had dissipated a lot, but he still had a coldness that made people afraid to get too close to him.

She had never dared to look at him so closely.

It turns out that a man's appearance can be as strong and solid as iron painting and silver hook, with exposed edges, tall and broad, able to carry endless blue waves, and fill the valleys with pine wind.

"Don't be lazy."

Emperor Wu Su raised his eyebrows slightly, clearly not looking at her, but he knew she was distracted.

Ji Qingwu quickly lowered his head, swallowed, and continued to work on his work.

The smell of ambergris in the hall made her feel at peace for the first time, and she was no longer timid and frightened.

The silk threads are intertwined and wrapped around the flexible fingertips.

After a few quick turns, she finally tied a string of knots. However, because she was still a novice, she accidentally made a mistake. She looked at it for a while, pouted angrily, and then untied it.

Emperor Wu Su caught a glimpse of her puffy white cheeks.

It looks even more lustrous than the tribute porcelain from the Jingde Dynasty. He has personally tried it to see how it feels.

Ji Qingwu was so absorbed in her editing that she had no idea that the man beside her had already stopped writing and was staring at her intently.

After she finished tying the last knot in her hands, she tilted her stiff neck.

Immediately, a large hand belonging to a man appeared before his eyes. The hand had distinct joints and could hold a sword or a pen. The palm was facing upwards.

This means he is asking her for the Five-Colored Thread.

Ji Qingwu didn't dare to let the emperor wait any longer, so he quickly presented the freshly tied silk thread to him and placed it in his palm.

Almost at the same time, that slender and clean hand held her hand, and the five-colored thread was clasped in the palms of both of their hands.

When our palms touch each other, we feel a dry and warm heat.

Ji Qingwu's eyelashes trembled and his breathing became short.

We've done more intimate things.

But there has never been a time like this.

The hand covered with thin calluses rubbed her fingertips gently, and a tingling sensation went straight to her heart.

The heartbeat was no longer as loud as a drum, but was getting faster and faster.

It was like the sparrows waking up from the dead of winter, stepping into the warm spring day, and began to chirp non-stop.

The strange feeling made Ji Qingwu feel uncomfortable. She quickly pulled her hand back, lowered her eyes, and looked at the five-colored thread in his palm.

"Your Majesty, the five-colored thread has been woven. If you have no other instructions, I will take my leave."

But her hand was held again, and this time her entire hand was wrapped in his palm.

Emperor Wu Su said calmly, "But I haven't thanked Miss Ji yet."

Ji Qingwu said mildly, "You're welcome."

The corners of his lips were smiling, and his voice was low and pleasant: "I haven't even told you how to thank you, but you accepted it so easily? It's reasonable for me to express my gratitude."

A red bracelet appeared in Emperor Wu Su's hand at some point.

He exerted a little force with his arms, and Ji Qingwu fell into his arms. He locked her waist with one hand, making her unable to move.

With the other hand, he put the bracelet into her soft, nail-free hands.

Ji Qingwu leaned against his warm chest, looking at the beads sliding down to her wrist, a hint of lust flashing across her eyes.

Bright red jade is carved into a lotus.

They look like red lotuses of karmic fire.

It is said in Yu Pu Lei Bian that jade has five colors, and white, yellow and green are all valuable. Red jade is the most expensive one and is rarely seen in the world.

This thank-you gift is too expensive.

Attracted by the red jade, Ji Qingwu temporarily forgot how intimate their posture was at the moment.

The largest red lotus in the center suddenly flashed.

Seeing this strange sight, Ji Qingwu turned around to look for the emperor's expression, his face lively and bright.

Her eyes sparkled as she said, "Your Majesty, did you see that?"

Emperor Wu Su didn't even look at her hand, his eyes fell on her face with a heavy and dark look.

Hoarsely said: "I see."