Chapter 108 "Your Majesty, are you injured anywhere?" Song Shiwei helped Wu Qining into the house and looked him up and down...
"Your Majesty, are you injured anywhere?" Song Shiwei helped Wu Qining into the house, looked her up and down for a while, and saw that her clothes were just a little dirty and there were no obvious wounds on her body. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"It hurts, it hurts so much, my whole body hurts." Wu Qining's face was pale, his lips were trembling, he grabbed her sleeves with both hands, and shouted in a hoarse voice.
Song Shiwei once again looked at her carefully. Her dark uniform was a little muddy, but not torn. There was only a faint wet spot on her left shoulder, and she reached out and gently pressed it.
Wu Qining groaned suddenly, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She covered her left shoulder in panic and tried to make her distorted face return to normal.
"Master, I'm fine. I was just being coquettish just now."
"Your Majesty, let go!" Song Shiwei frowned slightly and glanced at Wu Qining lightly.
She also has this expression when she gets into trouble and doesn't want her to find out.
The trembling palms covered the area tightly, making it impossible for Song Shiwei's hands to open.
"Don't let me say it a second time." Beneath the harsh words, were Song Shiwei's narrow and cold eyes.
"Don't be angry, I just forgot about it for a moment." Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Wu Qining first gave Song Shiwei a shot of prevention, and then slowly put down his hand.
With a ripping sound, the clothes were torn off by her. Under the light-colored single clothes, there was a pool of bright red blood, with a faint yellow tint. Song Shiwei's hands were shaking as she tore the clothes, and she stared blankly at the wound on Wu Qining's left shoulder.
This was the wound she got in the prison.
She remembered that she had not pierced deeply and the wound should have healed in a few days. His Majesty did not even ask the imperial physician to treat it.
"Wu Qining!" She immediately threw all the etiquette and respect out of her mind, and called out her full name in a sharp voice. Then she turned and walked out.
"I'll call the imperial physician immediately!"
"No, I don't want those people to come in." Wu Qining hugged her arms tightly and didn't let her go. The force was so heavy that Song Shiwei couldn't get away at all.
Song Shiwei took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and coaxed her like a child:
"Your Majesty, it's just a simple sword wound. It won't hurt. If you don't treat it, it might hurt the dragon's body."
"I don't want anyone else, I want the Grand Tutor. Only the Grand Tutor." No matter what Song Shiwei said, Wu Qining lowered his head and hugged her arm while repeating these words.
"Wu Qining, are you trying to fool me here? Don't you want your left arm anymore?" Song Shiwei placed his free hand on the hilt of the sword worn at his waist, and his veins bulged.
If she wasn't injured, she wouldn't be so calm and unreasonable with her.
As if sensing Song Shiwei's anger that could no longer be suppressed, Wu Qining shrank his neck, took a step back, and said softly: "I remember there is a medicine box in the room with medicine for wounds. Master, just apply some medicine for me."
After a long stalemate, Song Shiwei was the first to give in. She took out the medicine box from under the bed and sprinkled medicine powder on the festering wound.
His dry lips trembled, and his fingertips turned white as he tightly grasped Song Shiwei's sleeve. Wu Qining lowered his eyes and stared at the wrinkles on the corner of his clothes, swallowing all the cries of pain in his mouth. His eyes sparkled, and they were shattered in Song Shiwei's eyes.
Song Shiwei felt sorry for the baby, so he bent down, moved closer, and blew gently, soothing the baby as he did so.
The slightly cool and bitter breath gently brushed across the wound, like the breeze passing over the lake in early spring, lingering at the tip of Wu Qining's nose. He raised his hand and slowly approached her, trembling, and gently placed it on her waist.
"Your Majesty, you have overstepped the boundaries." The indifferent voice was like a stern shout, hitting Wu Qining's heart.
"Master, I... am sorry." She opened her mouth, but realizing that she could not explain her behavior, she lowered her head, withdrew her hand, and said in a hoarse voice.
"Your Majesty, what am I so good about me that you care about me so much?" With furrowed brows, tense cheeks, and narrow eyes, Song Shiwei stood there, looking down at Wu Qining who was sitting on a stool with his head hanging down.
"Master, you are good in every way. I... just like you." She stared at the ground, sniffed, and said hoarsely. She said the last sentence very lightly and softly, as if it was a treasure that she had cherished for a long time and carefully showed it to her.
Song Shiwei pursed his lips, raised his neck, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty under his tight skin, as if he wanted to swallow the sour lump into his chest.
Veins jumped under her skin as thin as a cicada's wing, and the corners of her eyes were red.
"I am ten years older than Your Majesty. I have a strong character, and I can be cold and mean when I am stubborn... Your Majesty may have never tasted the sweetness of love, so you are partial to me. If I get older, I'm afraid... you will get tired of me." She uttered these words with difficulty.
Before she finished, she was interrupted by Wu Qining. She immediately raised her face, her phoenix eyes were like obsidian that had been quenched with light, and the light was flowing in the depths of her pupils. The broken light flickered with the opening and closing of her eyelids, just like the fading sparks in the twilight, burning people so that they could not take their eyes away.
She said firmly: "In my eyes, everything about Master Tai is good. Good age, good looks, good temperament... everything is good. I will never get tired of him."
"Your Majesty, have you ever thought about the consequences? If you really do that, how will the history books record you? How will future generations think of you? I don't want to see this scene. Listen to me, let's all be quiet for a while, okay?"
Song Shi coaxed the stubborn child in front of him in a hoarse voice, just as he had done thousands of times before.
However, the originally obedient child grew up and had his own ideas, and was no longer willing to listen to her.
"What happens a hundred years later has nothing to do with me? What do those dirty words have to do with me? I only know that if anyone dares to offend me now and say something behind my back in front of the Grand Tutor, I will kill her." Wu Qining raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his eyes seemed to hold unmelted first snow, and the slightly upturned arc made him look sharper.
His whole body is full of the recklessness of a young man in power.
A cold light flashed, and the sharp sword was unsheathed. With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the hilt of the sword hit her right shoulder.
"What if it was me? Your Majesty, would you also execute me?"
Wu Qining knelt down in front of her with a plop, her back extremely straight. She lowered her eyes and said word by word: "Taifu, as the emperor's teacher, has his own duty to discipline. I have nothing to say."
The hilt of the sword hit her shoulder again. Wu Qining groaned, raised her red eyes, and sobbed:
"I just like you, Master. I want to be with you. What's wrong with that? I don't have a life of luxury, nor do I persecute the people. I just want to be with you."
The hand holding the hilt of the sword was shaking badly, frozen in the air, unable to strike any further. The knuckles were pale blue from the excessive force, and Song Shiwei's eyelashes were trembling violently, like a butterfly with broken wings in a storm, fluttering to stop the tears surging in her eyes, struggling with this shaky body.
Wu Qining wiped away her tears, looked up at her with burning eyes, and asked word by word: "I just want to ask Taifu, are you happy with me? If not, why are your eyes so red? Tell me."
The trembling cinnabar mole was like a drop of solidified blood, burning into the chest along the line of sight, and the scorching touch exploded from the heart. Every heartbeat was wrapped in burning pain, as if someone was using a red-hot silver needle to carve this bright color deeply into the flesh and blood.
The hilt of the sword whizzed past, and this time, it hit her body, and then, the hilt could no longer be held, and it fell to the ground with a creak. Wu Qining came forward with red eyes, rubbing her wound tremblingly. On her pale arm, an abrupt red mark spread, like a blood-red crabapple that suddenly bloomed in spring.
Song Shiwei closed her eyes slightly, and her straight back hunched over. Hot tears flowed down her pale face, dripping onto her trembling neck and sunken collarbone, and she instantly collapsed. She whispered:
"Your Majesty is not wrong. It was my fault from the beginning to the end."
"Master, this is all my wishful thinking. If you don't want to, I won't force you. Just ignore me. Don't... don't cry."
Wu Qining helplessly pulled Song Shiwei's sleeve gently, his hands wanting to touch her but not daring to.
Her tear-stained eyelashes trembled, and she opened her tearful eyes to look at Wu Qining, who was kneeling on the ground, turning around anxiously.
"Your Majesty. I am your tutor. If I am wrong, it is my fault alone. The bad name in the history books should also be mine."
She reached out and covered Wu Qining's eyes, then bent down and kissed her on the lips.
Very light, very light, fleeting.
The salty tears flowed down her cheeks and hit Wu Qining's mouth, mixed with saliva and swallowed by her.
Wu Qining was stunned, her covered eyelashes brushed against Song Shiwei's palm in panic, and the tears that flowed down her cheeks wet her palms.
"Master..."
"I am here. In fact, I am also pleased with Your Majesty..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Shiwei closed her eyes and moved closer again. She kissed away the tears from the corners of Wu Qining's mouth one by one.
Then she gently hugged Wu Qining's head and held it against her chest, reaching out to wipe the tears from her face.
As a tutor, she failed to fulfill her duty in teaching the emperor. As a subject, she was shameless in seducing the emperor.
All the mistakes were her fault. Your Majesty was young and was deceived by her.
She bears all the charges, and Your Majesty only needs to sit high in the palace, ruling the country and commanding the whole country, whether during his lifetime or after his death.
She is her own tutor and does not need a child to carry her.
This child only needs to stand behind her and do whatever he wants, and she... is willing to do so.
Your Majesty, do whatever you want.
"Good boy, lift your head."
With a gentle voice, a hand covered with thin calluses gently stroked Wu Qining's chin and lifted it up.
I don't know when she took off her outer coat, leaving only a thin undershirt with a red bellyband hidden in it, barely visible.
Her black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. Song Shiwei raised his hand to brush her hair and tucked it behind her ear, allowing Wu Qining to see it more clearly.
Bathed in the candlelight, Song Shiwei's cheeks were as red as the sunset, which looked even more gorgeous against her pale skin.
Holding back her shyness, she held her hand and placed it on her chest.
The ending tone rose slightly, like a silk thread soaked in honey, entwined around Wu Qining's heart. She opened her lips slightly and called out softly, "Qining."
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