Chapter 273 Do you want me to die soon? Hot and alive

Chapter 273 Do you want me to die soon? Hot and alive

Wei Ting followed her arm and looked at her hand.

Ji Qingwu picked up a round longan from the quilt and said, "Eat some longan to replenish your blood."

The dried fruits on the water-red quilt are arranged in an orderly manner and neatly spaced.

Wei Ting said: "The bathroom has been cleaned up, you can go."

Ji Qingwu turned a deaf ear to him, picked up another longan and slowly peeled it.

Wei Ting raised his eyebrows and asked, "Could it be that Madam wants to finish eating everything before going to bed?"

Ji Qingwu's eyes lit up, thinking this was a good idea, and nodded, "It's better to take more supplements, I'm weak."

Wei Ting stretched out his hand, and she immediately dodged back, but he just opened his palm.

He smiled and said, "Peel one for me too." Ji Qingwu said dissatisfiedly, "Don't you have hands?"

But he still handed the one in his hand to Wei Ting.

On the wedding night, it is better than anything else for two people to just chat peacefully.

Wei Ting obviously didn't think so.

Ji Qingwu's hand was hanging in his palm, and Wei Ting immediately grabbed her hand.

He deliberately lured her into taking the bait, and when she tried to shake him off, he held her tighter.

"I have grown arms."

Wei Ting pulled her towards him with quite a bit of force.

Ji Qingwu's vision was occupied by this face, and she said in a panic: "What are you doing?"

"What should I do? Madam, don't you know?" Wei Ting raised his eyebrows at her and said slowly, "I will do what a proper couple would do on their wedding night."

Ji Qingwu raised his eyelashes, stared into his eyes, and said, "Don't you know how we became husband and wife?"

Wei Ting said: "You are not so naive as to think that I just want to be a couple in public."

Ji Qingwu did have such a pure thought in his heart.

He lowered his head and stared into her fluttering eyelashes.

"Since you want me to protect the little prince in the court, you have to show some sincerity. You can't let the horse run without feeding it grass."

Ji Qingwu said stubbornly: "Even if I am unwilling in my heart?"

Hearing her words, Wei Ting was silent for a moment and let go of her hand. Ji Qingwu stepped aside half a step and breathed a sigh of relief.

Her back suddenly stiffened, and Wei Ting's hand touched her back, his fingertips sliding upwards along the soft red fabric.

He pulled out the golden hairpin on Ji Qingwu's head, and her long, slender black hair fell down.

Wei Ting raised his hand and lifted up his hair which was as smooth as fine silk.

He dragged out his voice and said, "Madam Wei, it's time to take a bath. Don't waste this good time."

Ji Qingwu hurriedly ran away from him and went into the purification room.

The bathtub was filled with hot steam. She stood in front of the tub, not moving for a long time.

A man's lazy, urging voice came from outside.

"Madam, what are you doing? Why don't you let your husband come in and help you wash?"

Ji Qingwu bit her lip, stepped into the bathtub, and splashed a handful of water on her face.

She washed off the thick makeup on her face, and the hot water slid down her face, revealing her original fair and pink complexion.

Ji Qingwu lowered his eyelashes, which were still stained with water droplets.

It seems that Wei Ting is determined not to let her go.

Thinking of this, Ji Qingwu leaned his back against the edge of the bathtub and didn't even want to take a bath.

There was a hurried knock on the door.

Ji Qingwu turned his head. Was it Lanzhi who brought in the medicine?

The door of the room opened quickly, but she couldn't hear their conversation clearly in the clean room. She could only judge that there was no sound of the woman speaking.

The person who came was not Lanzhi.

Ji Qingwu lowered his head with disinterest; the two seemed to be still talking about something.

She frowned slightly, feeling that the man's voice was a little familiar.

Ji Qingwu sat up from the water and listened carefully.

Suddenly, she jumped up from the bathtub, splashing water everywhere.

Ji Qingwu stepped out of the wooden barrel, picked up the long towel on the shelf and wiped himself a few times, then picked up the neatly folded clothes under the screen.

She didn't have time to look closely at what she was wearing, she just thought that as long as it could cover her body, it was fine.

Because she could tell that the person coming from outside was Li Yuzong, the general manager of the Imperial Household Department who served Emperor Wu Su.

Did something happen to Emperor Wu Su? !

Otherwise, why would Li Yuzong come to look for the newly married Wei Ting so late at night?

The more Ji Qingwu thought about it, the more panicked he became.

Eunuch Li did not stay with the unconscious emperor, but came to the Wei Mansion to find Wei Ting. It must be that something big happened in the palace.

What big deal could happen now! It is very likely that the emperor is on his deathbed, or...

Her hands were shaking as she tied her belt, so she simply tied a knot.

When Ji Qingwu ran out, he almost tripped over the bright red wedding gown she had taken off lying on the ground.

When she staggered out of the bathroom, there was no one in the room.

Ji Qingwu didn't even have time to put on her shoes. She ran out of the house barefoot and found that the people guarding the door were gone.

She shouted anxiously: "Wei Ting!"

No one answered her.

The moon was shining brightly, and several red lanterns were hung high above the bridal chamber.

Only the area near Ji Qingwu Station was the brightest, while other places were pitch black.

She was not familiar with Wei Ting's yard and couldn't find the gate for a while. She walked forward a few steps and looked around, and found a man's figure by the pool.

At first glance, judging from his stature and shadow, it should be Wei Ting.

Ji Qingwu immediately ran towards him, and the hard stones hurt the soles of his delicate feet.

She called out anxiously: "Wei Ting!"

Wei Ting did not move at all, like a wooden sculpture.

When he was still ten feet away from him, Ji Qingwu stopped and asked, "Is there any news from the palace?"

She didn't run many steps, but she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

Ji Qingwu was stunned and said: "Is it your majesty..."

She squeezed out two words from her throat with difficulty.

"Dead."

He didn't answer for a long time. Ji Qingwu was anxious and took two steps forward. This time he saw his face clearly.

Not Wei Ting!

The bones are heavy and the spirit is cold, the eyebrows are like mountains, it is...

At the same time, an extremely cold voice sounded.

"Awu wants me to die soon?"

Ji Qingwu was so frightened that she took a small step back. The sole of her foot was scratched by a sharp stone. She frowned in pain and squatted down.

Emperor Wu Su's face, hidden behind the dark shadows of the rocks, appeared in the thin moonlight.

Ji Qingwu squatted on the ground, looking up, and saw him walking towards her step by step.

She quickly lowered her head again and stared at his feet. They say that ghosts are floating.

Emperor Wu Su's eyes were colder than the moonlight. He looked at her squatting on the ground with her head lowered in a daze.

He leaned over, grabbed her arm with his right hand, and pulled her up easily.

Ji Qingwu felt the burning sensation of his palm; it was hot and alive.

Her eyes were quietly red.

The hand that was holding her arm did not loosen its strength, as if it wanted to crush her bones.

Ji Qingwu endured it without saying a word.

Rather than seeing the emperor lying weakly on the dragon bed, she preferred to see him so powerful.

Emperor Wu Su's mouth was tense, his pupils were filled with deep cold frost, and he pulled Ji Qingwu all the way into her and Wei Ting's wedding room.

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