Chapter 374 You have to be responsible, the apple of your eye
Being woken up, Ji Qingwu opened his hazy eyes a little, tilted his head slightly and asked.
"Are you too tired recently and weak, so you can't sleep well?"
As she spoke, she raised her right hand to grab his wrist.
After leaving Zhaoyang Palace, Ji Qingwu never took his pulse again, and he didn't know what his physical condition was like now.
Zhao Mingyan let her touch his wrist to feel his pulse.
He stared into her eyes and sighed softly, "I read Ah Wu's books in vain."
As soon as Ji Qingwu started taking his pulse, the man regained consciousness and looked at his fingers intently.
After a while, he said, "It's nothing serious, just a little bit of internal heat, anxious and irritable."
Zhao Mingyan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Just a little?"
He grabbed her hand and moved it down. Ji Qingwu was stunned for a moment, and his fingertips seemed to be burned, so he curled up and retracted his hand.
The body structures of men and women are different. No wonder when she felt his pulse, she felt that the fire seemed to be sinking.
Zhao Mingyan said, "I had this reaction because I read your book. You have to take responsibility."
This responsibility was too great for Ji Qingwu to bear, so he said, "Your Majesty, why don't you ask the author to take responsibility?"
"Without this book, I would also get angry when I see you."
Zhao Mingyan bit her earlobe and said, "You are the one who has no conscience. You will be held responsible for this."
Noticing the change in his eye color, Ji Qingwu's butt hadn't moved away yet before he ripped open the buttons of her shirt, and a few jade-colored buttons almost fell on her face.
She pulled the quilt over her upper body, which was only covered with a small piece of clothing, and reminded him, "You said you had to go back later."
"One hour is enough to do a lot of things."
Zhao Mingyan looked at her like a peeled lychee, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.
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Ji Qingwu didn't know when Emperor Wu Su left.
When she woke up in the morning, she had changed her clothes. The small dress was crumpled, wet and thrown in the corner of the bed.
This amount of time is not enough for a real fight.
But it was enough for her to try many things she had never experienced, just like in the book.
Sometimes it is in the clouds, sometimes it is at the bottom of the deep sea.
She patted her face gently and told herself that it was now broad daylight and she couldn't think about it anymore.
Ji Qingwu picked up a corner of the small dress with a flushed face. She could smell two smells blending together. She held her breath, found a cloth bag and stuffed the clothes in. She had to find a secret place to burn it herself.
There seemed to be some watermarks on the cover of that blue-covered book.
Ji Qingwu stuffed it into the cloth bag with tears in his eyes, but after thinking about it, he took it out again.
After she stood up, she didn't feel any strong discomfort, just a slight soreness, so she thought the book was still useful.
It's not that hard to accept that two people study together...
She did just this in the morning, acting like a thief and trying to hide from Lanzhi.
In the afternoon, I got some good news.
Lanzhi said with joy, "Fifth Miss, the master has lifted your house arrest! You can come and go freely!"
Ji Qingwu was half lying on the couch. Hearing the voice, he sat up and asked in surprise, "Did you tell me why the confinement was lifted?"
Ji's father was angry for just three or two days and said he would discipline her, but he never showed up.
Now, just pick it up heavily and put it down lightly?
Lanzhi said: "What reason is needed for this? My Lord, you are so worried about the Fifth Miss."
Ji Qingwu looked down at the ground and said, "How do you know what Lord Ji is thinking? A few days ago in Shou'an Hall, he told me to learn the rules. Maybe after the ban is lifted, I will have to go to him every day to set the rules."
Lanzhi said, "I heard from Sister Chunhua that the master and the mistress will come to Wutong Garden later. Miss, please get up and pack up."
Ji Qingwu slowly lay back down and said, "There's nothing to prepare. They're almost here. Just call me."
When Ji Bolian and Qiao stepped into the main door of Wutong Garden.
I found that Ji Qingwu was dressed even simply than the day she returned home. She didn't have any hairpins or accessories on her body or head, and her light green clothes had no patterns on them.
She had her makeup on and looked at the two men in bewilderment.
Qiao's is still as elegant as always and never makes mistakes.
Before Ji Bolian came out, he dressed up specially and urged Qiao to pick out a new robe for him. He also trimmed his beard carefully, just to make a good impression in front of his little daughter.
Ji Qingwu stood on the ground, looking at Ji's father who looked energetic as he walked in, and he felt even more uncomfortable.
When he was looked at by her watery eyes, Ji Bolian's beard trembled and he suppressed the smile that was about to rise.
Qiao glanced at him, then stepped forward and held Ji Qingwu's hand.
"Xiaowu, how did you sleep last night?"
Ji Qingwu felt guilty when being asked, and she didn't notice that Qiao was being too intimate with her at this time, as if she was doing it for someone to see.
She replied: "I'm fine, where's mom?"
Ji Bolian, who had become a transparent man, found a seat and sat down, continuing to maintain a serious expression.
Mrs. Qiao pulled her to sit down and said, "This child is so clingy even though she's so old. She even wanted me to stay and sleep with her the other day."
Fortunately, he didn't stay, otherwise he would have met Emperor Wu Su. Ji Qingwu didn't even dare to imagine such a scene.
"How come you have time to come here, mother?"
Qiao said: "It was your father who said..."
Ji Bolian coughed.
Mrs. Qiao changed the subject and said, "I asked you last time that you had left Jiujiu at a friend's house. I haven't seen the little girl for a long time. When can you bring her back?"
Ji Qingwu replied, "Mom, I have to ask Jiujiu about this. She's having a great time at her place, hanging out with other kids her own age. Last time I asked her, she still didn't want to come back."
Jiujiu would send her "paintings" every day through the secret guards. The style of the paintings was abstract, but it was not difficult to see that her life in the palace was very comfortable.
Ji Qingwu was also happy to see Jiujiu and Yuan Heng interact more, as a way to cultivate a sibling relationship. Moreover, children have their own way of getting along with each other, and she didn't want to disturb them.
Qiao nodded and said, "Is that so... That's good too."
Ji Bolian coughed several times again.
Qiao glared at him impatiently.
"Your cough has come back. You should go back and rest. I'll ask Chunhua to get a doctor to prescribe some medicine for you."
Ji Qingwu quietly picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it to Ji Bolian's side.
Ji Bolian looked at the celadon cup in front of him. His stern face collapsed for a moment, his eyes were filled with emotion, and then he recovered with difficulty.
He said in a hoarse voice: "What's so good about it? This is someone else's home. No matter how good it is, can it be better than having your own home?"
Qiao hesitated to speak.
"Other families" are indeed many times better than the Ji family.
Jiujiu has a bunch of people in the palace who take turns taking care of her, and none of them is better than this smelly and tough grandfather.
Ji Bolian didn't dare to look at Ji Qingwu. Although he was talking about his granddaughter, his mind was full of Xiaowu.
If the youngest daughter hadn't been lost, their son Xiaowu wouldn't have suffered so much.
If he had returned home earlier, he would never have agreed to let that scoundrel Wei Ting marry his daughter, even at the risk of his life. This was the apple of his eye, whom he was afraid would melt if he held her in his hands.
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