Chapter 227 Hidden Deep, Dizzy with Happiness
Someone started to toast first, and then things started to get lively.
Tonight, Emperor Wu Su not only broke his vow of abstinence from alcohol, but also chatted and laughed with these people in a gentle manner. Wei Ting, on the other hand, was left out and drank alone.
But after a few rounds of toasts, everyone who was toasting fell down.
The only ones still sitting at the table were Emperor Wu Su and Wei Ting.
Wei Tingxian raised his wine glass, the smile on his face not reaching his eyes.
"The Emperor is in a very good mood. He had a great time talking to my lieutenants. He also has a good drinking capacity, which is hidden. He can make 10 to 20 people drunk."
Wei Ting raised the cup to his front and said, "As long as the emperor is not satisfied, I will sacrifice myself to accompany him."
After drinking, Emperor Wu Su's aura became even more powerful.
"General Wei, are you worried that your confidants will get drunk and hurt themselves, or are you worried that they will break off relations with you after they sober up?"
Wei Ting's fingers clenched the wine glass, leaving fingerprints on the bronze glass.
"I understand what the emperor wants to say. The emperor wants to take back the military power."
Emperor Wu Su was still sitting, but his expression had changed from gentle to stern.
"Since you know what I mean, why don't you return the military token in your hand? What do you mean?"
Wei Ting stood up and glanced at a figure sitting in the second seat for guests.
He held the bronze wine cup in his hand and said indignantly, "Your Majesty knows the rules of using troops. The 200,000 troops in the northern border will only obey the orders of the tiger talisman. Even if General Yuchi is stationed there, he can't move a single soldier of mine!"
Wei Ting seemed to be drunk and his body swayed.
He continued indignantly, "Unfortunately, my tiger talisman is placed in the army, in a place that only I know. Unless the emperor lets me return to the northern border, no one can move this army!"
Emperor Wu Su slammed the table, spilling all the wine and drinks.
He said angrily, "Li Yuzong, clear the area!"
Everyone had long been sobered up by the intimidating scene of the confrontation between the monarch and his subjects, and when they heard these words, they hurriedly got up and left, fearing that the more they heard, the faster their heads would fall off.
However, there was a man dressed as an ordinary businessman who walked slowly and was urged by the palace soldiers several times before he walked out of the princess's mansion.
Ji Qingwu hurried to the front hall with heavy and slow steps. On the way, she was thinking about how to persuade him.
Otherwise, he could just throw a silver needle out in secret and pierce Wei Ting's sleepy acupuncture point, directly achieving the desired effect in one step.
To avoid her appearance and attracting everyone's attention and suspicion.
After Ji Qingwu made up his mind, his steps became much lighter.
But she never noticed that a big hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness beside her and pulled her under the shadow of a tree by the road.
There was actually someone who was bolder than Mo Lingling in his assassination attempt, who dared to humiliate the women in the backyard at the princess' wedding banquet.
The strong smell of alcohol was so strong that Ji Qingwu couldn't tell who this person was.
I don't know which drunk and lustful scoundrel he is.
However, Ji Qingwu had not had time to take out the silver needle from her purse. She could only observe the situation and quietly raised her hand to pull out the golden hairpin on her head.
The man reacted faster. He wrapped his palm around her hand and pulled it back, placing it on his waist.
It feels like fine jade...
The relief texture under the hand is clear...
It's a... coiled dragon.
This damn dragon!
Ji Qingwu was so frightened that a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. She gritted her teeth and called out, "Your Majesty?"
Emperor Wu Su hummed in a low voice.
Ji Qingwu just breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately took a deep breath again.
Without even saying hello, he untied her belt with his big hands.
Emperor Wu Su really knew how to torture himself. This was even more terrible than being in the palace.
Ji Qingwu asked: "Your Majesty, do you know what you are doing?"
Emperor Wu Su patted her soft hand on his waist and touched it twice.
"To be fair, I will allow you to untie it."
Do you still need to go back and forth?
Ji Qingwu reached out and touched the side of his neck. It was hot to the touch. His pulse was beating very fast, unlike its usual slow beat.
The belt she wore today had hidden buckles on both sides, and in the dark, Emperor Wu Su had difficulty unfastening it.
As if he had lost his patience, he waved his big hand, and Ji Qingwu hurriedly intercepted it, thus preventing this belt from suffering the same fate as the previous one.
Ji Qingwu said, "Your Majesty, this is immoral. This is Princess Qingyun's residence, not your palace."
Emperor Wu Su paused for a moment and asked seriously, "Can we just go back to the palace?"
Ji Qingwu shook his head like a rattle.
"That won't work either."
Emperor Wu Su's chest rose and fell violently, and he said angrily: "This won't work, and that won't work either. What will work?"
The two stood under the dense shadows of the trees. Ji Qingwu opened his eyes wide, trying hard to see his expression clearly.
There was no blur in the man's eyes, and they were full of brilliance.
Ji Qingwu was not sure for a moment whether Emperor Wu Su was drunk or not.
She asked, "How much wine did your majesty drink just now?"
Emperor Wu Su made a gesture, and Ji Qingwu guessed, "Twenty-two cups of wine?"
"Twenty-two men have fallen."
Emperor Wu Su added: "Including Wei Ting."
As soon as Wei Ting's name was mentioned, before Ji Qingwu could react, Emperor Wu Su frowned deeply.
"Did he contact you again?"
Ji Qingwu immediately shook his head and raised two fingers to swear: "God can be my witness, absolutely not."
Emperor Wu Su smiled with satisfaction, his eyes shining brighter, and said, "You are not allowed to go to him again."
After Ji Qingwu returned to Lin'an, he never took the initiative to look for Wei Ting. He only talked about what happened before.
At this moment, the tenderness and passion in his eyes seemed to be beyond containment.
Ji Qingwu looked into his eyes and said, "Everything that happened between Wei Ting and I is in the past. The past cannot be retrieved, but the future can still be remembered."
Emperor Wu Su said: "Those who come here should do something memorable."
In the darkness, Ji Qingwu felt her body lighten and the shadows of the trees kept spinning in front of her.
He suddenly picked her up, holding her hips firmly in his hands, and turned her around several times in the open space.
She pursed her lips to hold back the scream that was about to escape her mouth, and put her arms around his neck.
The feeling of freedom of taking off made Ji Qingwu feel dizzy with joy.
Not only did my head feel dizzy, my heart was also confused.
Ji Qingwu lowered her eyes, and even though her thick eyelashes blocked the light in her eyes, the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise, and her glowing expression swayed and shone brightly in the dark night.
At this moment, Emperor Wu Su raised his head and came over to kiss her.
Ji Qingwu raised his head slightly and dodged nimbly with a smug smile on his lips.
The kiss landed on her chin, tickling her and drilling straight into her heart.
After getting drunk, he looked more humane. Ji Qingwu plucked up the courage to touch his lips with his hand.
He said arrogantly, "If you want a kiss, you have to beg for it."
Emperor Wu Su did not answer, but just stared at her.
The next moment, there was another spin.
Ji Qingwu's two slender legs were spread apart by him. He pulled and lifted them easily, and then pressed them on both sides of his strong waist.
She leaned her back against the thick tree trunk, which was difficult to leverage, so in order to avoid falling, she could only hold his waist tightly.
This posture brings a unique sense of intimacy and an inexplicable sense of shame.
He is the knife and she is the fish.
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