Chapter 422 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (33)
The flowing water there seemed to be a reflection of the obsession in Wen Xingzhi's heart.
He suddenly felt that all his plans for half his life were as illusory as flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.
The obsession of ascending the throne has burned in his blood for a full twenty years. From editor of the Hanlin Academy to chief minister of the cabinet, and now to prime minister, he has planned every step carefully and has never failed.
But at this moment, the shadow cast by Qingwu's eyelashes when she lowered her eyes made his heart tremble suddenly.
That shadow actually touched his heart more than the dragon throne in the Golden Palace.
The warmth of her wrist bones remained in his palm, as delicate as a piece of mutton-fat jade about to melt. The warmth penetrated his skin and reached deep into his heart.
Wen Xingzhi couldn't help but think, if he held these hands tightly in his palms, would it be warmer than holding the imperial seal that symbolizes supreme power?
Qing Wu quietly looked at the light and darkness surging in Wen Xingzhi's pupils. The rain curtain cast different shades of gray on the window paper, cutting his angular face into two halves of light and dark.
There is a continuous heavy rain outside, just like people's mood.
But the sky may be overcast in one moment and clear up with a bright moon in the next moment.
Qingwu silently counted the frequency of Wen Xingzhi's Adam's apple rolling. When she counted to the seventh time, a loud thunder suddenly came from outside the window, just like a drum exploding in her ears.
The lightning streaked across the night sky, instantly coating her flushed cheeks with a layer of cold white light. Her hair was slightly damp, sticking to the side of her neck, slightly curled, and she looked a bit like a demon that was about to transform into a human form.
Wen Xingzhi could hear his own heartbeat like a drum, causing his temples to ache violently.
He used the last bit of his remaining rationality to tell himself that all this was just a carefully planned hunt.
This seemingly innocent little princess is actually the smartest person.
She had accurately calculated his ambition, his need for control, and even his current state of mind. She had also accurately calculated...
His love for her.
"Awu..." His voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. His fingertips stroked the red mark on her collarbone that hurt him, and suddenly he leaned over and bit that bright red mark.
Qingwu's exclamation mixed with the sound of rain broke between his teeth, bringing with it the coolness of snow water, but it made a burning fire rise in his heart.
Her struggle was like a light feather, but when it landed on his shoulder it turned into a tremendous force, dragging him towards an unfathomable vortex.
The kiss changed from a punishing bite to the grabbing of a drowning man.
The rain outside the window was pouring down suddenly, and the water on the glazed tiles was like an inverted Milky Way, making the candlelight in the hall flicker.
In the interweaving of light and shadow, Wen Xingzhi saw Qingwu's fingertips quietly hooked around the jade belt around his waist. That cunning light emanated from her eyes again, but when his tongue swept across her lips, it turned into a suppressed whimper.
"I lost to you." These words fell on her lips mixed with panting, like an admission of defeat, but also like a coronation.
Wen Xingzhi felt the jade belt around his waist suddenly loosen, and Qingwu's arms were wrapped around his neck, with her fingertips gently scratching the hair on the back of his neck.
It feels like a victorious little beast marking its territory in its own way.
The ink on the desk hadn't dried yet, seeping into the cracks in the blue bricks, winding and twisting, just like Wen Xingzhi's messy thoughts at the moment -
He suddenly realized that the sharpest knife in the world was not the political intrigue in the court, but the charming look in the eyes of the person in front of him.
He has never failed in his fights.
But at this moment, I was willing to indulge in this beautiful trap.
Wen Xingzhi has a strong learning ability and can learn many things without a teacher.
But as for Qingwu, he found that he still had a lot to learn and explore.
His fingertips stroked her lips that were swollen from being kissed. The teardrop mole at the end of her eyes glowed softly in the candlelight, like a drop of blood that was about to fall.
The resentment in his heart was gradually dispelled as he sank into despair.
It even gave rise to a sense of satisfaction and greater delusions.
The jealousy in his heart had somehow turned into raging desire, and every embrace made him fall deeper.
He heard his own heavy breathing mixed with the charming and suppressed moan, echoing in the bedroom.
The originally tense rationality melted like ice and snow, replaced by an almost greedy possessiveness.
"Awu..." He buried his head in her neck, his voice hoarse and tender, even unfamiliar to himself.
His palm rested on the curve of her waist, feeling the warmth coming from that delicate skin.
Wen Xingzhi suddenly thought of something absurd. Forget about the cold throne, if he could stay in this moment forever—
Even if it means taking his life, he can give it.
Without ascending the throne, he also holds the most precious treasure in the world.
…is enough.
The last muffled thunder outside the window dissipated, Qingwu's flushed cheeks rested on his shoulder, and the magnolia fragrance in her hair mixed with the breath of lust completely overwhelmed him.
However, this beautiful tenderness was fleeting.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, the carved wooden door of the bedroom was kicked open roughly.
The night wind blew in with the lingering rain, causing the candle flame to shake violently.
This sudden change startled both of them who were originally immersed in the gentle embrace.
......
After Wen Xingzhi pulled Qingwu away from the martial arts arena, Chi Yunjian felt more and more that something was wrong.
When did he become so good-tempered?
When Wen Xingzhi wanted to leave, he let Wen Xingzhi and Qingwu go.
No matter what, Qingwu has to stay.
Today is clearly the day for martial arts training. Wen Xingzhi caused such a commotion. Do you really want to make things difficult for him?
Besides, what will happen between two homosexuals...
When Chi Yunjian thought about the possible relationship between Wen Xingzhi and Qing Wu, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had been scratched by a cat.
Chi Yunjian didn't dare to think about it.
no.
Even if it was to protect His Majesty, he couldn't let Qingwu be taken away by Wen Xingzhi like that.
After thinking about all sorts of things all the way, Chi Yunjian felt very anxious.
Now that I think about it, Wen Xingzhi is the most shameless and ambitious person.
He has ulterior motives and is an utterly sinister villain.
He just wants the throne.
But Wen Xingzhi still wants His Majesty...
Why does he do that?
Is it because he is a homosexual?
If he is a homosexual, I heard that he behaves just like a civil official. What's good about such a figure?
He is just a shameless and shameless scholar.
Even if Qingwu is gay, she still has to choose a strong and powerful partner.
Regardless of the violent wind and rain, Chi Yunjian rode his Broken Wind bicycle all the way, feeling anxious.
...Anyway.
He has to rescue His Majesty first.
Other things, like whether Chi Yunjian is a homosexual...
Let’s talk about it later.
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