Chapter 252 Don’t appear in front of me again!
Li Yuzong, standing at the door, saw a beautiful figure walking towards him from the end of the road.
He walked into the hall with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty, Miss Ji is here." Li Yuzong said happily.
Emperor Wu Su raised his head and looked towards the palace entrance with gloomy eyes.
Ji Qingwu walked in front, with a maid behind her carrying a food box. As soon as she entered the door of Zhaoyang Palace, she saw the emperor's gloomy face.
Her steps were hesitant, and on the way there, the joy and excitement in her heart suddenly disappeared.
Emperor Wu Su's expression probably meant that something big had happened.
Ji Qingwu first looked at Li Yuzong, hoping to get some hints from his trusted eunuch Li.
She took a few steps forward and said, "Eunuch Li, this is the ginseng soup that the Queen Mother asked me to bring."
Ji Qingwu asked the maid in the Empress Dowager's palace to take out the soup and hand it to Li Yuzong for inspection first.
She leaned over and whispered, "Eunuch Li, what's wrong with His Majesty? He doesn't look happy. Did something big happen today?"
Li Yuzong put away the silver needle, feeling even more surprised than Ji Qingwu.
He whispered, "Miss Ji, nothing serious happened. It's just that His Majesty and Lord Duan of the Imperial City Department came back from a sword fight at Hongsheng Pavilion, and this happened."
Ji Qingwu pointed at Emperor Wu Su, covered his lips with his hand, and asked in a low voice: "Lost?"
Li Yuzong shook his head.
He didn’t lose in the sword-fighting competition, what’s going on… Is a man’s heart as deep as the sea?
"Do you think I'm dead?"
Emperor Wu Su said in a cold voice: "Such a loud conspiracy, do you think I can't hear it?"
The emperor rarely spoke to her in such a harsh tone, and the smile on Ji Qingwu's lips disappeared immediately.
However, the shock in my heart is still greater than the fear.
She hurriedly held the bowl of soup and walked lightly to the side of Emperor Wu Su. Perhaps he was sulking because she did not care about him first after she came in.
Ji Qingwu said softly, "Your Majesty, use a bowl of ginseng soup to calm down."
As he spoke, he took out the soup bowl from the food box and placed the spoon with his fair fingers.
Emperor Wu Su's voice was still cold and hard, and he asked, "What are you doing here?"
The little palace maid sent by the Queen Mother was still in the palace, and Ji Qingwu glanced at her.
Then, she said softly, "The Queen Mother cares about you, so she specially ordered the kitchen to prepare it. It took two hours."
Emperor Wu Su said mercilessly: "It's not midday, nor is it evening, so what's the point of drinking soup?"
Ji Qingwu blinked and tilted his head to observe his reaction.
He asked, "Your Majesty, if you don't want to drink, then don't drink. Otherwise, how about I take it back?"
Soup was brought to her every few days. Ji Qingwu put herself in her shoes and thought that if she drank soup every day, she would get bored of it.
The emperor's brows furrowed even more tightly.
Ji Qingwu picked up the white porcelain soup bowl from the table and was about to put it back into the lunch box.
Suddenly there was a strong gust of wind.
The bowl in Ji Qingwu's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, with soup splashing everywhere, staining her feet and skirt.
Emperor Wu Su's hand had just fallen back, but his wide robe sleeves were still moving.
It was he who took action just now.
Ji Qingwu looked at him in astonishment, his hand still stiffly holding the bowl in the air.
She lowered her eyes. The floor tiles of Zhaoyang Hall were different from the gold bricks of Qinzheng Hall. They were paved with warm white jade.
A pool of splashing soup reminded her of what had happened.
The emperor smashed the bowl, and Li Yuzong and all the palace servants in the hall knelt down, crawling on the ground and not daring to say a word.
Ji Qingwu knew that serving the emperor was like serving a tiger, but one should not lose his temper for no reason. He wondered what she had done to make him angry.
She was the only one still standing in the hall.
Ji Qingwu asked him from across a desk, "Your Majesty, why are you unhappy? Can you tell me?"
Emperor Wu Su flicked the non-existent dust off his robe and leaned back in his chair with an expressionless face.
"What position do you stand on to question me?"
Ji Qingwu felt a chill in his heart.
She felt that his appearance at this moment was very similar to the cold and ruthless attitude he had when she first entered the palace and saw him in the west wing hall of the Cining Palace.
She went over in her mind what she had done.
Ji Qingwu said carefully: "The Concubine Wei came to see me at the Boxin Pavilion near the Cining Palace today and expressed her concern for my brother."
Emperor Wu Su said coldly: "I am not interested in what you do every day."
Ever since she made her feelings clear a few days ago, Ji Qingwu's heart has been full of affection. Even if the emperor gets angry, she will not be afraid or back off.
Instead, he tried his best to resolve the problems between the two of them.
Ji Qingwu said, "Then I will find some topics that Your Majesty is interested in talking about?"
Emperor Wu Su turned his head away, looked at the other corner of the room, and said, "Are my words not clear enough?"
Ji Qingwu’s face turned pale.
She asked, "What exactly does your majesty mean? Please explain clearly."
Emperor Wu Su's Adam's apple moved: "Don't come before me again."
Ji Qingwu's eyelashes trembled: "Why?"
Emperor Wu Su clenched his hands under the table into fists, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm tired of it."
Ji Qingwu stared at his indifferent profile that refused to look at him, and frowned for a while before reacting.
Then her eyes fell on the painted soup bowl in the food box.
What he is tired of is not the soup, but her...
Ji Qingwu stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the handle on the lunch box.
Her eyes were hot and swollen.
With a splash, Ji Qingwu spilled the remaining ginseng soup in the soup bowl onto the floor tiles.
She said simply: "Since your majesty doesn't like it, forget it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the soup bowl fell to the ground.
The palace maids kneeling on the ground in the hall let out suppressed cries. Ji Qingwu was the first person who dared to throw things in front of the emperor.
After she threw it, she no longer cared about the reactions of the people inside.
Ji Qingwu bit her lip and quickly walked out of Zhaoyang Palace.
She walked aimlessly, her heart aching with anger.
They say you don’t cherish what you get, but this has only been a few days!
Besides, it's not considered as obtained yet... Didn't we agree to wait until his birthday...
The more Ji Qingwu thought about it, the more desolate he felt. He had finally given his heart to someone, but was told to give it up.
She raised her head, looked at the starry sky, and forced back the tears that were about to burst out. Fortunately, there are stars in the sky, blinking along with her.
I don’t know how long I walked, but Ji Qingwu’s sadness completely turned into sore feet.
Her calves were swollen and she squatted at an unknown intersection. Why was the palace built so big?
There was a patch of grass in front of Ji Qingwu. She pulled the flowers and plants in it, and her mood calmed down a little.
She increasingly felt that she could not understand Emperor Wu Su.
Earlier, she thought his treatment of Wei Ting was strange, but she didn't expect that after a while, it would happen to her.
While destroying the grass, Ji Qingwu whispered: "The moody dog emperor..."
"What are you doing?"
A face suddenly appeared in front of me.
When Ji Qingwu raised his head, he was startled and fell backward in shock.
How come he looks so much like the person she was scolding?
He stretched out his little arms to pull her, but she pulled him down.
Ji Qingwu subconsciously protected him first and held him in his arms.
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