Chapter 289: Can you bear the golden seal of the emperor?
Wei Ting looked at Yuchi Lianping's back with a complicated expression.
He lowered his head and frowned, and purple finger marks gradually appeared on the back of his hand.
It seems that the rumor that Yuchi Lianping could lift the tripod with one hand when he was still a minor is not false.
Deputy General Feng Xiang was wandering at the door of the military tent, worried that the two generals would fight, but then he saw Yuchi Lianping walking out with an excited look on his face.
Feng Xiang stepped forward and said, "General."
Yuchi Lianping originally intended to be more steady, but when he opened his mouth, his big white teeth showed involuntarily.
"Oh? Even you know about it? You are really quick to get the news!"
Feng Xiang: ...
Ever since his general learned about the assassination of Emperor Wu Su, he had not smiled again. He had a gloomy face and cursed people every day. How could he suddenly become so cheerful? Feng Xiang was really puzzled.
"The princess is pregnant! I'm going to be a father!"
As he said this, Yuchi Lianping excitedly slapped him on the back.
Before Feng Xiang had time to digest this good news, he was slapped to the ground.
"Ben is going to be a father, why are you so excited? You can't even stand steadily, you are so irritable."
Yuchi Lianping helped the man up, gave him a few words of scolding, and then walked away with a swagger.
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Lin'an.
There was a slight sound in Zhaoyang Palace.
Ji Qingwu walked out of the bath in the side hall, changed into a clean white undershirt, and his face was as clear and rosy as a peach.
The eyes are like the surface of a lake under the sunlight, with colors of rich gold and light green.
Ji Qingwu first looked at the dragon bed, but did not see the figure of Emperor Wu Su.
Can't stand it anymore and fainted?
Ji Qingwu's eyes quickly swept across the hall and found the figure of a man sitting on the couch in front of the window.
He lowered his head and picked up a pen, moving his wrist as fast as the wind, and was writing something on the small square table. His profile was particularly handsome and his expression was solemn, as if he was unaware of her presence.
Ji Qingwu walked closer quietly, wanting to hide behind him and peek at what he was writing.
She just showed a pair of scrutinizing eyes from behind his shoulder.
Zhao Mingyan quickly threw away the Xuancheng Zihao in his hand and pulled the woman who was trying to peek behind him into his arms.
Ji Qingwu fell on his thighs. She wanted to move to the side uncomfortably, but he held her waist and pulled her back, with her lower back pressed against him.
The emperor turned his head and rested it on her neck, speaking in a relaxed tone, as if he had just concluded a big matter.
"If you want to watch it, just watch it openly. It's prepared for you anyway."
Prepared for her?
Ji Qingwu looked at the paper on the table, read two lines, and then immediately turned his head.
"This is......"
Zhao Mingyan's eyes swept across her face, not missing any of her reactions when she saw the object.
"You and Wei Ting have nothing to do with each other anymore."
Emperor Wu Su wrote a divorce letter to her personally.
Ji Qingwu thought about waiting for Wei Ting to come back from the north, or for the border war to subside, so as to part ways amicably.
But the emperor acted faster. While she was taking a bath, he had already prepared the divorce letter. Every word was cold and merciless. It was more like a divorce than a divorce.
Next to the paper was the Zhangzhou Eight Treasures Ink, which was stamped with the emperor's golden seal.
Divorcing a husband by imperial order is something unheard of.
Ji Qingwu felt that the emperor was just fooling around. She wanted to avoid him, but he wanted to make it known to the whole world.
Zhao Mingyan took her hand and pressed it towards the bright red ink pad.
"Awu, come and press your handprint too. This seal will last for a hundred years without fading."
Ji Qingwu retracted his hand and asked hesitantly, "Will my fingers not fade for a hundred years?"
Zhao Mingyan wrapped his palm around her fingers, pinched them, and said thoughtfully, "I don't know about this."
Ji Qingwu blinked his bright eyes and suggested, "Why not find someone to try it later and then press it."
Zhao Mingyan saw through her little thoughts, but did not expose her.
Because I can't take care of this for the time being.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Ji Qingwu turned around in his arms, put her arms around his neck, and pressed her soft body against him.
Through the thin pajamas, you can tell where it is soft, tender and smooth by just touching it.
The sound of Emperor Wu Su taking a deep breath was very obvious, and his body muscles became tighter, making him stiff from head to toe.
Ji Qingwu was thinking that if he stuck his head out, he would be in danger of getting hurt, and if he hid his head, he would also get hurt, so it would be better to start early.
She had already redeemed the technique of sex that was said to be the most comprehensive in history in the system, and could no longer fight an unprepared "battle" like she did the first time.
Besides, the system said that close contact could increase the country's fortune. She wanted to see what kind of fortune would be increased this time and whether it would be beneficial to the war on the border.
With a tentative mood, Ji Qingwu observed the "battlefield". The soft couch that could only accommodate one person was obviously not suitable.
She pointed to the bright yellow dragon bed not far away.
"His Majesty."
These two words, spoken from her soft lips, carried with them a charming and pitiful demeanor.
There was no reason for Emperor Wu Su to refuse, so he carried her to the big bed at the innermost part of the bedroom.
The dragon bed is made of small-leaf red sandalwood with hollow carvings and a three-sided screen-style bed surround.
She knelt on the mattress and found that it was not as soft as she had imagined, but it was very spacious and could easily accommodate four or five people.
Zhao Mingyan stood in front of the bed, looking at the pink, soft, and delicate woman in front of him.
Ji Qingwu knelt and moved a few times, then walked to the bedside and tried to reach out to untie his pajamas, but he grabbed her wrist.
Zhao Mingyan's eyes were dark, he had already noticed her abnormality, she took the initiative and seemed like a different person.
He turned over and pressed over, and Ji Qingwu cried out.
This was completely different from what she had imagined. What happened to the affectionate hugs, teasing and flirting that had been promised to each other?
While Ji Qingwu was still confused, he had already been stripped naked. Her body was as delicate as a fresh bamboo shoot, and wherever he touched it, it would leave marks.
She saw what he was about to do out of the corner of her eye and stopped him with a trembling voice: "No..."
In Zhao Mingyan's eyes, he could only see her rosy and plump lips opening and closing, tempting him to capture them.
I could no longer hear what she was saying.
Ji Qingwu had suffered a loss in this regard before, so she ran up with her legs tucked in, and due to the effect of the drug, she bumped into the irrational emperor, who grabbed her calf and pulled her down viciously.
Tears flowed out in an instant.
Then, like the sea bursting its dam, it kept rushing outward.
Ji Qingwu couldn't control his most primitive reaction at all.
Zhao Mingyan coaxed in a hoarse voice: "Relax, you can bear it."
But unlike the gentle consolation he said, it was as ruthless as the executioner's knife.
Li Yuzong, who was guarding the door, could hear most of the noise in the palace. Hearing that the woman was breathing in more than out, he quickly ordered the eunuch to prepare more ointment according to the prescription given by Le Xi.
The sound in the hall stopped abruptly.
Li Yuzong raised his hand and said, "Go and prepare first."
Then, he moved closer to the crack in the door and listened carefully to see if the emperor had asked anyone to come in and serve him.
Suddenly, the sobbing sound suddenly became louder.
About half an incense stick of time passed.
Ji Qingwu bit his lips and endured until the end of the first round. The corners of his eyes were red and there was a tear hanging on his eyelashes, looking so pitiful.
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