Chapter 162: His Majesty the Emperor Serves Hard and Endures the Pain
At this time, Li Yuzong brought in a white jade jar and a female doctor.
Ji Qingwu's eyes were filled with gratitude for his thoughtful and timely action.
Li Yuzong turned his old face towards her and smiled happily. Emperor Wu Su looked at him impatiently.
His smile disappeared immediately: "I'll take my leave now."
Eunuch Li went out again with great speed, taking the female doctor with him.
Ji Qingwu suddenly felt itchy and wanted to give the emperor a bite as well, but she only dared to think about it.
The heavy palace door was closed again, and silence returned to the room.
Emperor Wu Su held a medicine jar in his hand, seemingly considering whether to take off the soft silk trousers or roll them up.
Ji Qingwu quickly tightened his trouser waist and shrank back.
She behaved like a weak woman who was kidnapped by a villain.
Especially when the emperor leaned over with an expressionless face, grabbed her ankles and dragged her out, it made it seem even more like that.
As soon as Ji Qingwu struggled a little, he felt a hot and swollen pain in his knees.
She pretended not to feel any pain and said, "Your Majesty, I'm fine."
Because she didn't want anything else to happen to her than her knee.
Emperor Wu Su's face was like that of a dignified gentleman. He didn't realize that he was doing anything reckless. Instead, he accused Ji Qingwu, who was holding his trouser waist tightly, of having wild thoughts.
"What's going on in your head? Stay still, let me see if you're bruised or not."
The skin on the ankle where he was holding was getting hot. Ji Qingwu shook his head, not daring to believe him.
He continued, "From the sound you made when you kneeled down just now, I know there must be at least bruises. If you don't rub it now, your knee will swell up like a steamed bun. You won't be able to walk when you go back. You will fall every ten steps, and you will be watched by the palace guards on the way."
Which is more embarrassing, taking off your pants and walking around naked, or falling into the mud?
Ji Qingwu made a decisive choice.
The embarrassment now is only in front of the emperor.
The injury is on her body, and the secret medicine in the palace must be extraordinary. It is better to get well sooner rather than later.
After persuading himself like this, Ji Qingwu pointed at the wide-legged pants and said, "The legs of these pants are wide, so you can pull them up, you don't have to take them off."
Emperor Wu Su didn't react. Ji Qingwu carefully observed his expression and took the initiative to roll up his trouser legs to above his knees.
I was afraid that it would be too late and my pants would be pulled off by him.
Seeing her move, the emperor curled the corners of his lips almost imperceptibly, and then suppressed it.
He looked at the jade-colored calves lying in front of him. The legs were smooth, slender and well-proportioned. They were not as slender as willow branches, but light and full of strength.
One can't help but recall the graceful arc drawn in the air by her slender legs as she climbed onto the horse and stepped on the stirrups.
But the only drawback was that the skin on her knees, which used to be as smooth as jade, was now covered with blue and red bruises.
Ji Qingwu wanted to reach out and take the ointment in his hand, but he raised his hand, stretched out his long arm, and raised it higher.
She looked up and realized that it was not a height that her arms could reach.
Considering that the last time the noble Emperor wiped her face, it felt like she was blown by a storm, she really didn't dare to let him apply medicine on her for fear of causing secondary damage.
Ji Qingwu said in a gentle voice: "I am a doctor, I know how to apply medicine, Your Majesty, are you still worried?"
Emperor Wu Su was determined to apply medicine to her personally.
His eyes were focused on her knees, and his fingertips scooped out a piece of flesh-pink paste and placed it in his palm.
The man had a high body temperature, so the Yurong Cream melted very quickly in his palms, and the fresh, sweet and bitter smell of the herbs diffused first.
Ji Qingwu sniffed.
He asked, “What do you smell?”
"Sanqi, Chuanwu, Achyranthes bidentata, Angelica dahurica, dried ginger..." Ji Qingwu's eyes became brighter and brighter when he talked about herbs.
"Anything else?" Emperor Wu Su asked in a coaxing manner.
Is there anything else?
Ji Qingwu felt that he had already guessed all the medicinal ingredients.
She leaned closer to his palm in confusion, her beautiful nose twitching slightly, and said, "It has a sweet and refreshing smell."
As soon as he finished speaking, while she was not paying attention, a warm big palm with cool ointment covered her knees directly.
This "surprise attack" came suddenly, and Ji Qingwu immediately cried out in pain, with all his facial features twisted.
He used so much force that her knees suddenly felt hot and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.
Only then did she realize that the smell was not from any ointment, but the scent of the brocade bag worn by the emperor.
Emperor Wu Su was distracting her.
He wrapped his big hands around her knees and said calmly, "Bear the pain."
Ji Qingwu bit her lip and looked at him with watery eyes, looking so pitiful.
Emperor Wu Su did not look away, his hands did not soften, and he continued to massage with the same strength.
This Yurong ointment is very effective, but it needs to be thoroughly massaged into the skin.
There is obvious pain at the beginning, but after a while, it gradually turns into a comfortable feeling like being soaked in warm water.
Ji Qingwu felt like she was alive again and she breathed a sigh of relief.
It has to be said that Emperor Wu Su was very knowledgeable when it came to massage and kneading, and he knew which muscles, bones and acupoints would feel comfortable when pressed.
Ji Qingwu, who was being served diligently by the Emperor, felt a little overwhelmed for a moment.
If the prey relaxes for a moment, it will be controlled in all directions by the cunning hunter. By the time she realized something was wrong, the hand had already moved upwards.
She held his hand and said hurriedly, "It's all right now, so I won't bother you, Your Majesty."
He said without hesitation: "It's not that much of a difference."
The hand was still reaching upwards.
Ji Qingwu had his shoulders pressed down by him, his back pressed against the horizontal railing beside the couch, unable to move.
Could he be any more shameless? This is not just a close call, someone was applying medicine to the knee, but it went to the thigh instead.
How could Emperor Wu Su let go easily after he touched the flesh?
The skin here in particular was as tender as tofu, so soft and smooth, but it was blocked by the silk pants, so the scenery inside could not be seen.
Ji Qingwu sighed, she knew he would not let her go.
At this time, there was a slight sound coming from the palace door.
Li Yuzong poked half of his head in again, and seeing the posture of the two, he quickly lowered his head and turned his back.
In a low voice, she said, "Your Majesty, Concubine Wei has sent a maid to invite you to the banquet. She said that the food and wine are ready, and she and General Wei are waiting for you to come."
Yes, the emperor was going to have a banquet with the Wei brothers and sisters, and Concubine Wei and Wei Ting were still waiting for him to come over for the reunion dinner.
Ji Qingwu was stunned for a moment, then pushed him away.
She put her silk pants down, straightened her skirt, and fled from the Qinzheng Hall.
When she left, she was still thinking that this medicine was indeed a miracle drug and she no longer felt pain when walking.
I just feel a little sour in my heart.
Return home.
Jiujiu did not sleep alone, but ran to Wutong Garden.
The little girl had already taken a bath. Her face was clean and white as she lay on the bed, mumbling to herself, while Lanzhi was fanning her beside her.
After Ji Qingwu entered the door, Lanzhi walked up to her and smelled a special scent on her.
During these days, she followed the Fifth Miss in tending to herbs, and she also learned some medical knowledge and could smell the medicine.
Lanzhi was afraid that Jiujiu would hear her, so she asked in a low voice, "Fifth Miss, are you hurt?"
Ji Qingwu smiled and told her not to worry, it was nothing serious.
Jiujiu hadn't seen the fairy mother for a long time. When he saw her, his eyes lit up and his eyeballs seemed to be glued to her.
She looks like a great hero.
Curiously asked: "Aniang, did you succeed in rescuing Eunuch Li and the others?"
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