Chapter 128 It seems to be out of control, not good
At this moment, Ji Qingwu had stopped crying, the roots of her eyelashes were wet, and her eyes looked as if they had been washed with water.
Just like the light of a lake after the rain, the sky is hazy and shimmering.
She stared at the emperor's robe, but couldn't see where it was wet with her tears.
Besides, there was still some distance between them just now, and they didn't hug each other, so how could her tears be shed on him?
Where did it spill? How come she couldn’t see it?
"What are you complaining about me in your heart?" Emperor Wu Su's voice was gentle, not as cold as when he questioned her just now, and it seemed as if he was hiding a smile.
The big stone in Ji Qingwu's heart finally fell to the ground.
She admitted what happened in the past, but it did not cause a huge collapse as expected. Instead, the person in front of her took it lightly and put it down casually.
It was as if the fact that she had used drugs to force him to keep the child was just a trivial matter.
But she remembered clearly that his face was extremely cold that night. When he saw that it was her who came in through the curtain, his sharp eyes seemed to want to shoot her through on the spot.
Such a huge "hatred" was resolved so easily, why did his attitude change so quickly?
After not seeing him for a few years, shouldn't he be even more cold-blooded and ruthless now that he has reached a high position?
Just a few simple questions and answers, and he was so merciful to let her go?
The more Ji Qingwu thought about it, the more puzzled she found it. However, she couldn't ask directly, saying things like, "Your Majesty, I raped you before. Aren't you angry?" or "Your Majesty is so magnanimous that you don't even care about such humiliation. You are truly a role model for all the people."
She glanced at him quickly, then drooped her eyelashes timidly.
Take another look, and then put it down.
After several repetitions, how could Emperor Wu Su not notice that she was full of doubts.
He said calmly, "What do you want to ask?"
As a result, Ji Qingwu said timidly: "No, nothing."
Emperor Wu Su frowned, and his eyes darkened. He had prepared words long ago, but had no place to say them, so Ji Qingwu retreated again.
She is like a little snail carrying a shell on its back, using her two soft tentacles to explore the outside world, and would timidly retreat back into the shell at the slightest sound of wind.
If I hadn't sprinkled some salt on her tentacles today to stimulate her, I don't know when she would have been able to crawl out.
But when he saw her crying, Emperor Wu Su began to waver and decided to be more patient.
When Ji Qingwu saw the emperor frowning, he felt that he was definitely in trouble and shivered in the cold wind.
Seeing her hunched shoulders and trembling in the wind, Emperor Wu Su exerted a little force with his arms and pulled her over, letting her slender back lean against him.
He held her waist, hugged her from behind, and let her stand in front of him.
This place can shelter from the wind, but it is several hundred feet above the ground. Although there is a guardrail, Ji Qingwu felt dizzy when he looked down, and his heart, which had been relieved, immediately became tense again.
Could it be that the emperor appeared to be in a good mood, but in fact he was smiling with a knife hidden in his heart, and was so angry that he wanted to throw her off the roof?
She held tightly to his arm around her waist.
He turned around and said flatteringly: "Your Majesty, it's too windy here, can we talk somewhere else?"
Ji Qingwu suddenly felt her shoulders sink. Emperor Wu Su lowered his head, resting his chin on the crook of her neck, his lips brushing against her earlobe, and said impatiently, "Not good."
Ji Qingwu's lips had just parted and he was about to say something when his breathing suddenly stopped.
He bit her earlobe and said, "Look far away and don't talk."
...If you don't want to talk, then don't talk. Why did you bite her, and bite her ear at that?
After that, Ji Qingwu's body softened a lot, not as tense and stiff as before. She quietly leaned most of her body weight on him.
The roof of the star-picking building.
Most of the misty clouds have dissipated, and you can see the green mountains in the distance, bathed in the golden sunlight.
A scorching red sun is hanging on the top of the mountain.
Ji Qingwu looked at the scenery in front of her in a trance. She didn't know whether it was because of the warm and solid chest her back was leaning against, or because of the fiery red sun slowly rising in her eyes, her dark and uneasy mood was dissipating little by little.
The empty heart was soon filled with another exciting emotion.
At this moment, Ji Qingwu suddenly understood why scholars and writers left behind so many masterpieces when they visited famous scenic spots.
If she was not unfamiliar with classical Chinese, she would really like to recite a poem. Unfortunately, with her talent, she can only use these four simple words: magnificent beauty, to summarize the scenery before her.
Looking at the rolling mountains, there is nothing worth savoring about my unhappy and depressed mood.
The red sun was rising, its path bright, as if she was also being reborn.
Emperor Wu Su embraced her with his arms, and his eyes fell on her face again without him noticing, or perhaps they had never been moved away from the beginning.
He tilted his head and rubbed her cheek. Also blown by the mountain breeze, her face was cold, but his was always warm.
He whispered, "Looking from afar, it is as bright as the morning glow of the rising sun."
Even though she was not very familiar with poetry, she had heard this sentence before. However, was it referring to the scenery in front of her, or...
Ji Qingwu's clear eyes were tinged with a faint light, like water or mist.
The breath of Emperor Wu Su rested on her lips, and all his voices entered her ears.
"If you look closely, you will see that it is as bright as a lotus emerging from a vast sea."
Two red clouds appeared on Ji Qingwu's face, brighter than those in the sky.
Forced, she was lifted up by his chin.
Observe, describe with your eyes her cloud-like bun, her long eyebrows, her red lips and white teeth.
How could he make this little lotus flower produce more gorgeous waves?
Immediately afterwards, Ji Qingwu could no longer see the red sun in front of him, as it was completely blocked by his broad shoulders. He was like a mountain, pressing down on him...
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Ji Qingwu's heart was beating fast when she came down from the Zhaixing Tower. She was sitting in the carriage heading to the Princess's Mansion.
This carriage was prepared by Li Yuzong.
It was much more luxurious than the ones she usually rode. There was a small dressing table on the left side, which even had the accessories a girl would need for dressing.
Ji Qingwu picked up the golden bronze mirror with auspicious beasts and grapes on the small table and shone it on his face.
The woman's cheeks were rosy, looking even redder than when she put on rouge. She could explain herself that it was because of the strong wind on the roof that the cheeks turned red.
Her eyes were watery, not the kind of clear and waveless eyes, but rather like a spring pond with ripples. She thought that perhaps something dirty had accidentally gotten into her eyes.
In addition to the place where she bit her lip, there was obvious swelling at the corner of her lip. She touched it with her hand and it was still hot, obviously due to overuse.
The woman in the bronze mirror has a face full of tenderness and grace.
Ji Qingwu grumbled, threw the mirror down in self-abandonment, and rubbed his face in shame and annoyance, as if he wanted to rub away this seductive look, and preferably make it so that it could no longer be seen.
After returning to Lin'an, the development of things deviated far from her imagination, and was far beyond her control.
Her hand was touching her left breast.
The only thing she had left that she could still control seemed to be spinning out of control.
Not good.
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