Chapter 183: To please His Majesty, go to Hanshan Temple again

Chapter 183: To please His Majesty, go to Hanshan Temple again

Emperor Wu Su was truly stunned.

Holding the soft body of a woman in his arms, his breathing stagnated. He slowly lowered his eyes and stared at Ji Qingwu's face.

The silence at this moment made Ji Qingwu nervous. Will he like it?

She thought that every time Emperor Wu Su liked to touch her, it was a reflection of his love for her body.

Otherwise, she would not have misunderstood at first that the emperor was just craving for her body and was flirting with her in every way just because she was the woman who would bear his child.

But later, Ji Qingwu gradually understood his feelings, but she could not give him an equal response.

Although he didn't know what the future would be like, now Ji Qingwu wanted to see a look of ease and joy on his handsome face every time he saw him.

I just don't know if this method can make him calm down and stop looking so depressed.

Emperor Wu Su did not put his arms around her waist as he did before, but just sat there with a calm reaction.

Is it that she hasn't done enough?

Ji Qingwu suppressed the shyness in her heart, and her dark eyelashes trembled slightly, just like a black butterfly flapping its wings on a crabapple flower, ready to fly.

The butterfly flew towards the dazzling bright yellow and found its home.

Ji Qingwu put his arms around his shoulders, his breath sweet as orchid.

Even the most luxurious brocade could not make her skin more pretty and smooth. She had obviously removed her seductive makeup, but at this moment, she revealed the most natural charm and allure.

Finally, he took action.

The white bowl, which was as white as snow, was grabbed by someone with great force and then pulled away from him.

Emperor Wu Su didn't want to be touched by her.

Ji Qingwu realized this and felt ashamed and embarrassed. He quickly wanted to stand up and step aside. The grievance and helplessness in his eyes were obvious.

When their eyes met, she saw the gloom in his eyes gradually fade away until it disappeared completely.

Another dark color surged up from the bottom of the dark eyes.

Ji Qingwu was unable to escape from his arms. He held the back of her neck with one hand, preventing her from escaping, but he did not take the next step.

Emperor Wu Su's voice was hoarse as if it contained sand.

"Awu, what do you want to do?"

Ji Qingwu stretched out the other hand that was not held by him, and gently touched his thick and black eyebrows.

She said softly, "I want to make His Majesty happy."

Before he finished speaking, Emperor Wu Su's body shook as if he had received an electric shock, and his hands loosened.

After Ji Qingwu finished speaking, he lowered his head and rested it on his chest.

Soon, a warm big hand held her hips and lifted her up.

He stood up, and Ji Qingwu hugged his neck tightly in panic, not knowing where to take her.

Ji Qingwu knew it immediately.

She was pressed on the large desk, one side of which was piled with memorials. When she looked up, she saw the ferocious dragon head on the beam in the hall again.

This time, I actually felt that he was somewhat naive.

Emperor Wu Su saw a smile on her lips.

He twisted his long fingers around a strand of her hair and asked, "Awu, what are you laughing at?"

Ji Qingwu lay on her back on a large black desk, her skin looked white and her eyes were bright.

She stretched out her hand and pointed upwards.

The voice said pleasantly: "This dragon head is very beautiful."

Emperor Wu Su did not look in the direction of her fingertips. Instead, he grabbed her hand from mid-air and bit her index finger viciously.

Threatened: "No matter how beautiful it is, you are not allowed to look at it."

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and this feeling goes directly to her heart.

The taste of the chewing gradually changed, from the fingertips, palms, to wrists.

Ji Qingwu was wearing a long skirt with wide sleeves. When she raised her hand, most of her jade-like arms were exposed.

Emperor Wu Su only thought of her wearing this dress and wearing bright makeup and running around the street today, and he wondered how many people would pay attention to her.

He exerted force in his palms, and the dress was torn into pieces right under his palms.

The luxurious dress on her body turned into rags, and Ji Qingwu didn't know where to cover.

After being stunned for a while, he decided to cover his face with his hands.

Her voice came from between her fingers, and she wanted to cry but had no tears: "Your Majesty, aren't you no longer angry? Why did you ruin this skirt?"

Emperor Wu Su said: "Let's put it one way and deal with the unhappy things, but since Ah Wu did something that made me happy, I will reward him later."

"Your Majesty, there is no need to distinguish so clearly, ah!" Ji Qingwu's voice suddenly trembled.

"Everyone else has seen it, and I don't want to see it again."

Emperor Wu Su's voice was calm, but what he did was not calm.

The scenery under the skirt is what many people covet but cannot get, but at this moment, Emperor Wu Su can see it clearly and it is within reach.

The sound of low breathing rang in my ears.

Ji Qingwu seemed to be able to feel the lines on his palm. He pressed so hard that it seemed as if he wanted to leave a brand on her body.

After a while, low sobbing sounds were heard again in the empty hall.

Ji Qingwu grabbed something at random.

Emperor Wu Su saw her crumpling up the letter on the table from the corner of his eye: "You dare to destroy the evidence, the crime is even more serious."

The consequence of the aggravated crime is that the slight sobbing turned into a gentle crying sound.

She didn't dare grab anything else, for fear that he would find another excuse to punish her, so she could only hold on to the fabric of his clothes in front of her.

But his palm wrapped around his hand and pressed it against the golden dragon on the bright yellow dragon robe.

The dragon's embroidery is done with exquisite craftsmanship, bringing the fierce and tough form of this mythical creature to life.

As the old saying goes, this dragon looks like a snake, but has scales and claws. It can be dark or bright, big or small. It can fly into the sky and dive into the water. It can also create rain and clouds.

Ji Qingwu was taught personally by the emperor and learned a lot of knowledge that he had never experienced before.

By the time it was over, she was already exhausted.

Emperor Wu Su rubbed her wrists, and her originally white and tender palms had been rubbed until they looked like red jade.

Ji Qingwu was still in a daze as he led Jiujiu home.

At night, when she was lying drowsy on the bed in Wutong Garden, she remembered something.

The last time she was in the tent on the grassland, the dream she had that night, and the feeling of her palms when she woke up.

Isn't it exactly the same as today!

Because she had important things to do the next day, Ji Qingwu fell asleep in anger, but she slept well all night. Fortunately, the dragon did not disturb her again in her dreams.

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The next morning, the sun shone through the window.

Ji Qingwu sat in front of the carved dressing table, her eyes as clear as water.

"Lanzhi, dress up like you did yesterday."

She added: "It should be more seductive!"

Lanzhi didn't understand where the Fifth Miss's depressed mood came from, and thought that her makeup yesterday was not satisfactory enough to her.

So, today, I dressed Ji Qingwu with even more care.

After she had done her makeup and changed her clothes, the master and servant looked at the woman in the bronze mirror.

What a fascinating vixen.

Ji Qingwu smiled slightly: "Have you completed all the tasks I asked you to do?"

Lanzhi hurriedly said, "Fifth Miss, I have done everything."

Ji Qingwu curled his lips in satisfaction: "Let's go, we will set off to Hanshan Temple now."

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