Chapter 291 Shifted? The Nature of Dragons
Beneath the abyss, it seems quiet, but there is a soul-stirring darkness.
Ji Qingwu looked carefully and found that he was actually growing above Xuanlong's bedroom.
The black dragon just hid underwater and casually swung its tail, causing the water flow to become chaotic and surge upwards.
Even the disc-like lotus leaf on which Ji Qingwu floated was not spared. It was filled with the pond water and was almost crushed.
......
After waiting for a long time for the water to calm down, Ji Qingwu suddenly remembered something: it is said that dragons are inherently lustful.
This black dragon had touched her with its beard soaked in ambergris before...
It's really abominable.
Wait till she recovers in the future! I must avenge this!
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As night falls.
The bright lights in Zhaoyang Palace illuminate the empty and quiet palace, just like daytime.
When Ji Qingwu woke up again, the sour and numb feeling that had invaded his bone marrow still remained in his body.
It was as if thousands of thin needles carrying electric currents were gently pricking her skin.
She slowly opened her eyes, moved slightly, and a soft moan escaped from her throat. Her throat felt dry and itchy.
Ji Qingwu felt a sore throat when he swallowed his saliva.
What's even more terrifying is that my whole body feels like I've been taken to a martial arts gym to spar with a master for twelve hours. Not a single muscle is free of soreness.
But fortunately, my body is dry and there is no sticky feeling from sweat.
She looked down and saw that she had changed into a dry pea green pajamas, and the undershirt of the same color underneath was also neatly put on.
She was covered with a thin blanket that had a faint, fresh and pleasant herbal scent.
Ji Qingwu lifted it up and took a look. As expected, there was nothing restraining his legs, and he felt a strange, chilly sensation.
Emperor Wu Su had already put on her top, so why didn't he also put on her silk pants?
Ji Qingwu bit her lip with her pearly teeth, then immediately let go, her lips were very swollen and painful.
There was a slight noise in the hall.
She looked towards the source of the sound in confusion, only to find that she was not lying on the spacious dragon bed, but on a soft couch beside it.
Four palace maids were carefully arranging the bedding and pillows on the dragon bed; their movements were light and orderly.
When Ji Qingwu saw the jade pillow, she quickly looked away. The memories of embarrassment and shame flooded into her mind like crazy, and she immediately became much more sober.
Li Yuzong stood at the side and gave orders, with sweat on his old face, but he looked happy.
Then he walked to the door and called in a few eunuchs, who then gestured at the black and purple lacquered dragon bed.
Steady footsteps sounded.
Emperor Wu Su came out leisurely from the bath in the side hall, his dark hair still wet and half draped behind his head, looking refreshed.
Ji Qingwu glanced at her, then quickly looked away, his gaze falling on the Ruyi pattern on the blanket. He should clean up the mess on her body first before taking care of himself.
I still have a little conscience, but not much.
Seeing Ji Qingwu wake up, Zhao Mingyan walked straight to the couch, with a rich scent of cold pine mixed with agarwood on his body.
Ji Qingwu moved his nose and sniffed carefully, and there was a light fragrance that was neither floral nor fruity.
The scent that stained him, which even a shower couldn't get rid of, came from her.
Zhao Mingyan sat down next to her thighs. Ji Qingwu wanted to move inward, but as soon as she raised her hips, she hissed.
The emperor's voice returned to its usual deep tone, and he asked tenderly, "Does it still hurt?"
Ji Qingwu somehow remembered the words: once on the dragon bed, several lives would not be enough.
She looked calm and said calmly, "It doesn't hurt."
Zhao Mingyan raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know who asked me to be gentler."
It would have been fine if he didn't say anything, but once he said it, Ji Qingwu was so angry that her teeth were itching. It was useless to beg him, and he tortured her even more.
Ji Qingwu pretended to be totally unconcerned, as if it was all in the past.
"Perhaps Your Majesty heard it wrong."
Little did he know that if Ji Qingwu looked at himself in the mirror, he would see that he looked like he had been bullied and abused.
Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, showing both anger and joy.
But the entire eye circle is red, the eyelids are a little swollen, and there is a sense of innocent brokenness.
Zhao Mingyan just looked at her with a warm gaze, smiling without saying a word.
At the innermost part of the bedroom, the sound of bricks and stones rubbing against each other could be heard as Li Yuzong's bed frame was moved.
Ji Qingwu looked over and wondered why they were moving the dragon bed for no reason.
She asked, "Your Majesty, what are Eunuch Li and the others going to do?"
Emperor Wu Su took a look and then returned his gaze to her face.
"The placement of this bed is very particular, move it."
Ji Qingwu became more and more puzzled and asked, "Could it be that the dragon bed was placed in the wrong position before, affecting His Majesty's health?"
She had heard that there were many tricks and knowledge involved in the placement of beds, but she always felt that Emperor Wu Su was not someone who would believe that feng shui alone could nourish the dragon energy.
Zhao Mingyan said calmly: "No."
Seeing that he refused to speak, Ji Qingwu gently placed his hand on his wrist.
"His Majesty."
Her fingers tapped his wrist bone, as if urging him.
Zhao Mingyan's eyes were deep, and he said slowly and meaningfully, "The bed has moved."
Shifted.
bed.
Ji Qingwu arranged these words, blinking his eyelashes rapidly and his eyes flickering.
The solid wooden bed weighs thousands of pounds.
Now there is not only a gap between the wall and the floor tiles, but if you look closely you can also see signs of movement on the floor tiles.
The bed was even knocked out of place, not to mention her mortal body...
Ji Qingwu glared at Emperor Wu Su, but the man in front of him did not show any guilt.
Instead, his eyebrows were slightly raised with a hint of satisfaction, and there was a sense of comfort and contentment in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Ji Qingwu was defeated in the end. When it comes to being thick-skinned, she still feels inferior to him.
Before her face was about to be burned, she pulled the blanket up to cover her entire face. The fingertips that were on the edge of the blanket were white and tender, like newly blooming pear blossoms.
Li Yuzong quickly cleaned up the bedroom and quietly retreated with his men.
After everyone left, Emperor Wu Su pulled off the thin blanket on her body with amusement, revealing her watery eyes.
He wrapped her in a blanket and picked her up horizontally.
The emperor's embrace made her feel at ease, yet also nervous.
Ji Qingwu opened her eyes wide in panic and saw the ground getting higher and higher from her.
Zhao Mingyan walked steadily to the innermost part of the bedroom and assured him confidently, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."
However, Ji Qingwu's furrowed brows and wide eyes told him clearly.
She doesn't believe it!
He had said the same thing before, and when she softened and let down her guard, he taught her a good lesson—
What a man says in bed doesn’t count.
Zhao Mingyan also thought of this scene, curled his lips and chuckled, without further explanation.
He put the person back on the dragon bed which was surrounded on three sides. Ji Qingwu endured the pain and rolled into the bed, determined to keep a certain distance from him.
But he easily caught it back with one arm.
He lowered his voice: "Don't move."
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