Chapter 427 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (38)
The warm breath sprayed on her neck like a heat wave, and the tiger talisman that Qingwu had been holding tightly in her hand fell to the ground with a "clang" at this moment.
Chi Yunjian's kiss moved down Qingwu's trembling collarbone. As he looked at the bright red marks on her skin, his expression gradually darkened and his face became very gloomy.
This mark originally belonged to He Liming, but after a day, it finally faded a little, but just now -
Covered by Wen Xingzhi, it became a trace of Wen Xingzhi.
At this moment, it was bright red like blood, and it looked particularly glaring on Qingwu's fair skin.
There was also a beautiful gleam of water between his teeth.
A muffled groan rolled out of Chi Yunjian's throat, like a wounded beast asserting its sovereignty. The tip of his tongue rolled heavily over the red until Qingwu let out a trembling cry of surprise.
Qingwu's delicate skin became extremely sensitive at this moment, and the slightest touch would cause a tremor.
The lion, however, was so proud and heroic, like a Chihuahua longing for affection, it clung to her tightly and rubbed against her constantly.
A trace of helplessness flashed across Qingwu's eyes, but Chi Yunjian didn't give her any chance to refuse.
He didn't seem to use much strength, but he was able to easily cover Qingwu's entire body, leaving her nowhere to escape.
The overwhelming aura belonged to Chi Yunjian. Qingwu was like a lamb forced into a corner on the bed, unable to fight back.
However, it was this kind of charm that made Chi Yunjian infatuated.
He naturally assumed that Qingwu had condoned his behavior.
So, Chi Yunjian looked at the beauty under him who was firmly controlled and unable to move with peace of mind, and thought without any guilt.
Otherwise Qingwu would resist, right?
He was willing to offer all his loyalty just to gain the favor of a beautiful woman.
And Qingwu's sigh was unknowingly drawn into the next passionate kiss.
The man's body temperature was as hot as fire, ironing every inch of her skin as if to melt her. The tiger talisman lay quietly beside the bed.
The sharpest weapon in the world has never been a sword or a gun, but her appearance that makes these heroes willing to give up everything.
Although the lion looks strong and powerful, it seems helpless and at a loss in front of the seemingly weak sheep.
Although they look tall and strong, the situation is completely controlled by the sheep.
Refreshing...
really.
From body to mind.
——Without spending a single soldier, he could take control of the military power in a way that pleased her.
Qingwu lay leisurely on the bed, her eyes casually falling on the gilded patterns on the ceiling of the tent. Looking at the slightly shaking bed, she imagined Wen Xingzhi's current tormented mood, with a smile on her lips.
The sound of the night watchman's drum came faintly, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
have no idea......
What would Prime Minister Wen, who was famous for his wisdom and praised as "wise to the point of being a demon", think at this moment?
He had always had smooth sailing in his life and had never encountered such a setback.
But he lost to her again and again.
He had never defeated He Liming, whom he had always looked down upon and considered a eunuch, nor had he defeated Chi Yunjian, whom he had always looked down upon and considered a reckless man.
Now, facing such a situation, he must be in extreme pain and torment.
It was so tormenting that he wanted to give her everything to regain the initiative.
The three-way balance of power in the court has existed for a long time, and Qingwu will never allow any party to have the ability to resist alone.
Only in this way can the various forces check and balance each other and her imperial power be most effectively protected.
Qingwu thought drowsily.
.......
The morning light shines through the carved window lattices and falls on the dragon bed, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.
Chi Yunjian half-knelt beside the bed and gently tucked up the quilt that had slipped off Qingwu.
His fingertips accidentally brushed the corners of her red eyes, and the memories of last night flooded into his mind like a tide.
The sight of her curled up and sleeping soundly, like a young animal with its guard down, filled Chi Yunjian's chest with tenderness and pity.
Chi Yunjian slowly stood up, and the black tights on his body made a slight friction sound due to his movements.
He tightened his belt, and the metal buckles collided with each other, making a crisp sound that was particularly clear in the silent hall.
Chi Yunjian turned around and looked at Qingwu deeply again, then turned around, his boots stepping on the gold bricks, making steady and powerful footsteps.
He knew that he still had things to do.
He must show enough sincerity so as not to be abandoned by Qingwu.
Outside the hall, the mist had not yet dissipated and there was still a hint of coolness in the air.
Layers of guards stood upright on both sides of the palace gate like sculptures. They held spears with cold light flashing in all directions, and their eyes were as sharp as hawks, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
In this solemn atmosphere, He Liming appears particularly special.
He leaned against the pillar with an elegant posture, the embroidered spring sword hung at his side, the gem on the hilt gleaming faintly in the morning light.
There was a half-smile on that gorgeous face, and her eyes contained elusive meanings, as if she had seen through everything already.
I heard where he was going but could not find his whereabouts.
Seeing this, Chi Yunjian raised his eyebrows. In a good mood, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Chi Yunjian boasted, "Master He has been waiting here all this time. Could it be that he has some special hobby? Or does Master He have something to say to this general?"
He deliberately pulled open his collar, revealing the bright red scratches below his collarbone.
The mark was particularly eye-catching on his wheat-colored skin. "This is a 'reward' given to me by His Majesty."
In the past, Chi Yunjian was proud of the scars on his battlefield, which were proof of his bravery in killing enemies.
But now, these scratches left by Qingwu have become the most precious achievements in his heart.
He Liming's gaze swept across the scratches, and a hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes.
He Liming snorted coldly.
What are you proud of?
Just a chess piece.
Despite this, He Liming knew very well that for Qingwu, in order to be able to use the military power in Chi Yunjian's hands for Qingwu, he had to temporarily put aside his disgust for Chi Yunjian.
"The three-month mourning period is over, and Awu will soon officially take up her duties as chancellor. Furthermore, preparations for the coronation ceremony must also be quickly underway."
He Liming's tone was cold, but his expression was extremely serious.
"But in the court, Wen Xingzhi's rule is now absolute. He has been obstructing the coronation ceremony for several days now. No one can predict what tricks he will use next to continue to disrupt it."
Having said that, He Liming suddenly paused. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, looking straight at Chi Yunjian, with a hint of provocation and hidden meaning in them.
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