Chapter 228 Are you really tired? Really drunk

Chapter 228 Are you really tired? Really drunk

Ji Qingwu was no longer on top.

The two people's eyes were just level.

Staring at him, Ji Qingwu's tail, which had been raised invisibly, suddenly drooped down.

My face was so hot that I couldn't speak.

Her breath became hotter than his.

Emperor Wu Su's voice has always been deep, and in the quiet night it sounded as rich as a strong wine.

"Please."

The pronunciation of each word is extremely clear.

What do you want? A kiss from her.

The power of these two short words made Ji Qingwu forget the current situation. She was clearly the one who was trapped tightly by the branches and him.

She leaned forward and touched his face with her hands.

The fire in his heart was burning fiercely, and Emperor Wu Su's breathing became more and more rapid.

The tails of the man's upturned eyes turned red due to the alcohol, and they no longer had the usual sharpness, only an impatient lust remained.

There was a deliberately suppressed dark light in the depths of his eyes, like a firework that was almost ignited and about to soar into the sky.

But he did not move until Ji Qingwu gave the order.

The softest corner of her heart began to sink and melt into water.

Ji Qingwu placed a light kiss on those lips that bewitched him.

The kiss was so brief that Emperor Wu Su groaned and chased after her in dissatisfaction, but she pressed her lips with her index finger and pushed him back easily.

Lips slightly parted.

Ji Qingwu found it very strange.

His whole body was hot, but his lips were cool.

There's something even stranger.

Ji Qingwu looked at the slender finger pressing on his lips. Normally, he would never obey her and stop just because she didn't want to.

Ji Qingwu's eyes flickered, and he asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, please put me down. My legs are sore."

Emperor Wu Su held her for such a long time, but his arms didn't feel sore at all. He said, "She's so delicate."

He stared at her lips and asked reluctantly, "Are you really tired?"

Ji Qingwu quickly lowered his head and turned his face to the side, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Seeing her reaction, Emperor Wu Su frowned, loosened his grip, and was about to let her go.

Ji Qingwu suddenly used force with her legs to clamp his waist, and when she raised her head again, her eyes were filled with a smile that flickered like tiny stars.

Through this, she finally confirmed that Emperor Wu Su was really drunk.

However, the drunk emperor was surprisingly easy to talk to and was willing to listen to her request.

Emperor Wu Su stared at her without blinking, as if trying to understand which of her words just now and her current behavior were her real intentions.

Ji Qingwu held his face and kissed him again.

Her back was no longer pressed against the tree trunk, and she no longer tried to escape. Instead, her whole weight pressed against him, and she willingly entered his territory.

*

Princess Qingyun was so busy in the front hall that she had no time to worry about whether there was a fire in her backyard.

Half a quarter of an hour ago.

Emperor Wu Su and his minister Wei Ting drank one cup after another.

The table was full of overturned wine jugs, and she was horrified by the sight.

Princess Qingyun mustered up the courage to step forward and offer some advice, but was forced back into the corner by the emperor's cold gaze.

The drinking game was finally decided and Wei Ting lay on the table unable to get up.

Princess Qingyun had just taken a breath when she discovered that there was another person sitting at the empty table on the south side.

She said unhappily, "Who is that person over there? The area has been cleared, so why is there still someone there?"

The maid said, "Your Highness, it's Prince Yong."

Why hasn’t her third brother left yet?

Princess Qingyun looked around but didn't see Prince Yong's wife. What was Prince Yong doing here?

When she got closer, she found that her third brother was crying...

Moreover, she had been crying for a long time, but she didn't notice it because Emperor Wu Su was present in front of her.

When he was discovered, there were already several wind-dried tear marks on Prince Yong's face.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s getting married and he can’t bear to leave his little sister behind.

Princess Qingyun walked up to Prince Yong and said gently, "Third brother, Beili doesn't have the tradition of crying at weddings, so please stop crying."

Prince Yong's eyes were dull, and he said incoherently: "On a happy day, I am smiling."

Princess Qingyun said, "I am just married and still in Lin'an City. We can meet anytime in the future. It's still good as before."

I don’t know which tear gland of Zhao Minghong was stimulated by these words.

Two hot tears flowed out of the empty eyes.

Zhao Minghong said: "We can't go back to the past."

Princess Qingyun glanced at Li Chengxun who was accompanying Wei Ting. How could a young couple have to deal with difficult guests on their wedding night?

She sat down on the chair next to Prince Yong and urged him, "Third brother, I know you can't bear to leave me, but tonight is my wedding night, you should go home quickly and we will meet again another day."

Princess Qingyun said to the eunuch beside Prince Yong, "Hurry up and help your prince go back."

"I will not return to the palace!"

Zhao Minghong sat there motionless, and the young eunuch didn't dare to pull him, so he could only give him a few words of advice.

As the night was halfway through, Princess Qingyun could no longer hold her breath.

He said angrily, “Should I invite Third Brother to sleep in my wedding room for one night?”

Zhao Minghong looked up at the moon in the sky and said, "I won't stay. I'll just sit here."

Princess Qingyun understood when she saw his expression. He had been like this since he was a child. When he wanted something but was too embarrassed to say it, he would feel particularly awkward.

"Third brother, just tell me, what do you want?"

Zhao Minghong finally spoke: "Tell the princess to come back and pick me up, otherwise I won't leave."

It turned out that Princess Yong took her people back to the palace first and forgot to ask Prince Yong to go back with them, so he got angry here.

Princess Qingyun sighed, waved her hand and ordered: "Go and call the third sister-in-law back quickly, go quickly!"

Solve the problem of Prince Yong.

There was still one Wei Ting left in the front hall.

Wei Ting's problem was even more serious. Anyone who dared to come and pull him back became a punching bag for the great general and was beaten many times.

Li Chengxun was a civil servant, so he could only stand behind the drunk general and talk.

"General Wei, the table in the princess's mansion is not as soft as the bed in the Wei family. If you like it, you can take it back with you."

Wei Ting had regained some consciousness. He propped his head up and looked at the floor-standing Welwitschia bonsai in the front hall.

"I like that."

Li Chengxun followed his gaze and responded, "General Wei will be taken away as well."

Wei Ting looked at it and frowned, "It's two-color. This color is too single. I don't like it."

Li Chengxun had no research on flowers and plants, and had never seen a two-colored Welwitschia orchid.

He remained silent.

The night wind was chilly, and Wei Ting just lay on the table.

Then he asked, "I heard that the Prince Consort had discussed marriage with Qingwu. Did she give you a different-colored thousand-year-old orchid?"

No one asked him, so Wei Ting just talked to himself.

"She sent me."

"It's much more beautiful than the one in your house."

Li Chengxun, who was standing behind Wei Ting, had tense facial muscles and clenched his fists.

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