Chapter 210: Heartbeat like a drum, punishment of kneeling
Ji Qingwu's breathing was completely disrupted.
She opened her eyes and looked towards the palace entrance.
The gap was not closed tightly, and the light from outside came in, making the row of bricks and stones shine with golden light.
Someone could break in at any time, and Ji Qingwu struggled anxiously.
But he kissed her even more tightly, almost taking away her breath.
The back of Ji Qingwu's head was tilted back in his palm, firmly controlled by him.
In order to punish her for her inattention, Emperor Wu Su's hands gradually moved from the butterfly bones on her back to the front of her soft body, and he rubbed it lightly.
Ji Qingwu's eyelashes trembled rapidly.
Whenever she thought of Wei Ting and Prince Yong being at the door, she became more nervous and her body's perception became stronger.
His breath brushed against her skin and made her shudder.
The rough fingertips fell on her skin, causing a different sensation besides pain and itchiness.
Not only Ji Qingwu's face flushed, but his ears and exposed neck also turned red.
He had already torn the tie at the collar.
All she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat, as heavy as a drum, and she could not hear any sounds from the outside world.
Emperor Wu Su lowered his eyes, taking in everything, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's all red."
Ji Qingwu's reaction was a little slow, not understanding what he was talking about, and he looked down along his line of sight...
Feeling it and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things.
The fragrance of snow penetrated directly between the bony fingers.
The skin all over her body began to turn pink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Outside the Qinzheng Hall.
After Tao Wanyin went out, she didn't say anything and knelt down on the left side of Prince Yong.
Zhao Minghong didn't think anything of kneeling here, but when he asked her to kneel with him, he felt like a monkey with fire on its butt.
Zhao Minghong said with an unpleasant expression: "Brother Royal punishes you to come out and kneel?"
Tao Wanyin shook her head and just knelt there quietly.
The thin little body knelt on the gray and white floor tiles, as if a gust of wind would blow it down, and his face was so pale that it seemed like it would turn into a feather at any time.
Zhao Minghong was so frightened that he was afraid she would fall down in front of him.
His face turned pale, but he did not hesitate at all. He put his palms on the ground and kowtowed to admit his mistake.
But after half a cup of tea, no sound came from the Qinzheng Hall.
Li Yuzong stood at the door and could hear every sound in the hall clearly. He also lowered his head, and the feather hat on his head obscured his expression.
Xiao Dongzi is not mature enough, and his little eyes are darting back and forth.
Originally, Zhao Minghong thought that the longer he knelt, the longer Wei Ting would have to kneel with him. This would be much more comfortable than fighting. At least it would be a confrontation between equals.
The longer she kneels, the more relieved her vengeful fifth cousin may feel, and she will be more dedicated to treating Tao Wanyin.
But now, Zhao Minghong was worried that Emperor Wu Su was so angry with him that he would punish Tao Wanyin as well.
He looked at the person on the other side and took the initiative to say, "General Wei."
Wei Ting ignored him and stared at the vermilion palace door in front of him, as if he wanted to see the scene in the palace clearly through the door.
Zhao Minghong pinched his thigh hard, and his attitude towards Wei Ting changed drastically.
"General Wei, what happened today was a result of my momentary excitement. It was not intentional. We are all men, and we will be relieved after the fight. Please, General, show some mercy and join me in pleading with the Emperor."
"Oh, really?"
Wei Ting smiled and said, "I remember a few hours ago, the prince told me confidently that today the two of us would kneel down to fight to the death, and it would not be over until one of us was carried out of the palace gate."
Zhao Minghong frowned and thought, as if he had forgotten about this.
"Did the King say this?"
The young eunuch replied, "That is exactly what the prince said."
Prince Yong turned around and hit him.
At this moment, Tao Wanyin's body swayed in the wind, and Zhao Minghong's forehead twitched.
He took a deep breath and said, "It is my fault for speaking without restraint. Please..." He cupped his hands and said, "Please forgive me, General Wei."
Wei Ting's sleeves were also blown up by the wind, but he was kneeling there as steady as a rock.
He said calmly, "Your Highness, don't you think this is too easy to say? If you want to fight, then fight. If you want to stop, then stop."
"Is my time so easy to waste?"
Zhao Minghong glared at him and said, "You don't have a family, so just think of it as accompanying me to practice martial arts. Don't be so stingy."
Seeing that he didn't move at all, Zhao Minghong said earnestly, "If we continue like this, both sides will suffer. I don't want my mother to worry. Look, your sister, Concubine Wei, has sent her maids to visit you several times."
This method of appealing to people's emotions and explaining things with reason has worked.
Wei Ting said: "It's better than the prince asking the princess to kneel with you as punishment."
But it has the opposite effect.
Zhao Minghong pounded the ground with his fist and finally restrained himself from punching Wei Ting's handsome face.
He said: "No matter what, it's better than General Wei's attempt to marry his fifth cousin but being rejected. He is still a bachelor today."
Wei Ting's face twisted for a moment, and he said, "I would rather have nothing than something bad. The backyard of my house is quiet and deserted, so it's naturally not as lively as Prince Yong's mansion."
Wei Ting's words made him feel more uncomfortable than a punch.
Zhao Minghong quickly turned his head to see Tao Wanyin's reaction.
Noticing that there was no discomfort on her face, as if what she heard had nothing to do with her, he frowned and kept quiet.
Li Yuzong's ears moved.
The sound of two people talking began to be heard in the hall.
There were the tender and tearful replies of a woman, and the gentle and gentle coaxing of the emperor.
Ji Qingwu transformed from a gorgeous crabapple flower into a delicious crabapple fruit.
The lustful look on her pretty face made it clear at once that she had done something good, and she would not be able to see anyone for a while.
The emperor at this time was the easiest to talk to. Ji Qingwu coquettishly ordered Emperor Wu Su to bring over the coarse cloth clothes that he disliked.
Not only did he comply, he also put the clothes back on for her.
Emperor Wu Su kissed her plump peach-like cheek again and said, "Awu, take a rest here first."
"Li Yuzong."
Eunuch Li and a few others walked in with their heads bowed, waiting for the emperor's instructions.
Emperor Wu Su said, "Put down the curtain."
An apricot-white curtain hung down, blocking the main hall and the inner room.
Li Yuzong stepped forward and helped the emperor to adjust his hair crown and court robes.
Ji Qingwu changed into a comfortable position on the couch, and only his outline could be seen through the curtain.
She tugged the corner of her mouth slightly and found that her lips were still swollen and hot. She was stunned for a moment, wondering why he could pull away so quickly.
He sat upright on the throne, having regained his imperial majesty, and it seemed as if he was not the same person who had just bent over her, smiling and teasing her.
Li Yuzong served new snacks and also told the palace maid to serve a portion to Ji Qingwu as well.
Emperor Wu Su said calmly: "Ask them in."
Li Yuzong hurried out to invite him.
Prince Yong and Wei Ting entered the hall one after another, first bowing and then kneeling.
Emperor Wu Su cast a heavy gaze upon them. Both of them felt as if their heads weighed a thousand pounds and they did not dare to raise them.
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