Chapter 451 He is even more cold-blooded. What kind of habit is this?
Gao Zhaoyue's nail-dyed fingertips slowly climbed up to his chin, her nails shining like blood beads under the flickering candlelight.
"I heard that the Emperor of Beili was destined to have no heirs, and only after he got the daughter of destiny did he have a prince."
She suddenly tightened her fingers and lifted Yuwen Tiancheng's face.
"The last time he was assassinated, it was also because he wanted to protect that woman."
Yuwen Tiancheng's drooping eyelashes cast a green shadow on his face, and he asked calmly: "So?"
"Now in the Northern Border Army, that woman happens to appear again." She let go of his hand, brushed his lower lip with her fingertips, and said, "She is in Zhao Mingyan's tent right now."
Yuwen Tiancheng asked: "What do you want to do?"
Gao Zhaoyue had not forgotten that there was someone outside reporting the news, and the corners of her eyes suddenly raised.
"Tian Cheng, let the people outside come in first."
Yuwen Tiancheng nodded and returned to his indifferent expression.
After the spy came in, he quickly reported the news he had received: the poison in the wolf king had been cured, and he appeared near Xijin's army, summoning away hundreds of wild wolves detained in the camp.
Gao Zhaoyue said with an unhappy expression: "The wolf tribe is difficult to control. After successfully trapping the wolf king and putting a curse on him, a wolf escaped. Strangely enough, that wolf didn't listen to the wolf king."
"It's okay." Yuwen Tiancheng said calmly, "It's better to run away. Being out of control will be potentially dangerous. It will be bad if you get hurt."
Gao Zhaoyue said: "No, last time the time was urgent and the number of spider poison was limited. Now it has bred thousands of them."
Yuwen Tiancheng suddenly turned his head and pulled up her sleeves. There were countless red spots on her transparent white skin.
"The spider Gu needs to be nourished by the caster's blood. You have raised so many Gu at once, which will cause great damage to your body."
Gao Zhaoyue pulled down her sleeves. She was already accustomed to the various marks on her body.
The secret techniques of the Tianyue Clan all require self-sacrifice, so she understood a truth very early on: if you want something, you have to exchange it with something of equal value.
She looked at Yuwen Tiancheng and said seductively, "I want to see if the Emperor of Beili is really the love-struck man that the rumors say he is."
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Northern Army Camp.
The howling north wind outside the tent was wrapped in sand and slapped the tent cloth, and the candlelight on the desk was blown to flicker.
The secret guard just left and came back, kneeling down and saying, "Master, Yuwen Shuo died suddenly."
Zhao Mingyan stood in front of a sand table with a map hanging on it, holding up the red flag representing Xijin, with the flagpole leaving an afterimage in his palm.
"Yuwen Tiancheng is more impatient than I expected. He wanted to kill King Xijin so quickly. In terms of ruthlessness, he really did not disappoint me."
The secret guard said: "The old emperor is dead, the whole country is mourning, Xi Jin's morale may be frustrated, why don't we do it now..."
The secret guards launched a sneak attack, intending to retaliate by assassinating Prince Xijin and launching a surprise attack on Xijin's base camp.
"He is waiting for me to take action." Zhao Mingyan said in a deep voice: "Yuwen Tiancheng will be more vigilant, and this person cannot be judged by common sense."
Emperor Wu Su's words were profound, and the secret guards seemed to understand them vaguely.
Zhao Mingyan's fingertips traced the winding white glacier on the sand table and said, "He is even more cold-blooded than Yuwen Shuo."
During the seven days between Yuwen Tianqing's imprisonment and his sentencing to death, Xi Jin took no action. He didn't believe that Yuwen Tiancheng didn't know about this.
Perhaps it was his instruction that Yuwen Tianqing came to Beili to assassinate his brother, but he could watch his brother die and didn't even send anyone to collect the body.
Instead, Yuwen Tiancheng directly provoked trouble in the northern border and used the death of the fourth prince Xijin as an excuse to send troops, which shows how cold-blooded and heartless he is.
The secret guard continued, "Master, I heard that they plan to release all the thousand beasts."
Zhao Mingyan stretched out his hand and pressed the edge of the sand table. The red flag representing the Xijin camp had just been planted at the pass of Luoying Gorge.
The rugged rocks on Falling Eagle Gorge look like giant beasts under the flickering candlelight.
Zhao Mingyan suddenly broke the flagpole and threw it aside, saying sternly, "Then cut off the fangs of the beast."
It is unknown what instructions the emperor gave, but the secret guards quickly disappeared.
Inside the bed curtain in the inner room, Ji Qingwu felt very sleepy but could not sleep. She stared at the top of the bed curtain with wide eyes, listening to their conversation.
The sound disappeared from her ears. She stretched out her arm and was about to lift the bed curtain to check the situation, but the curtain was pulled open by someone.
Zhao Mingyan grabbed her wrist which was hanging in the air, and rubbed her beating pulse in circles with his thumb.
"Not tired yet?"
Ji Qingwu bit his lower lip and nodded honestly: "Tired."
"Why don't you sleep when you're tired?"
Zhao Mingyan's Adam's apple rolled and his eyes swept across her collarbone. Only a faint mark of the kiss left before remained.
He asked calmly, "Did it bother you?"
Ji Qingwu glanced at him. The candles in the inner room had not yet been lit. His eyebrows and eyes were immersed in the shadows, with an indescribable depth and handsomeness.
Her face turned red and she said, "I, I want to go to the clean room."
The sound was as thin as a mosquito's, and the toes under the quilt curled up in embarrassment.
He had given her too much tea just now, and her lower abdomen was swollen and painful at the moment, but she didn't want to run into the secret guards who were reporting on official business, so she had endured it until now.
Zhao Mingyan raised his eyebrows slightly and brushed his fingertips across her earlobe: "If you want to go, go ahead. Why are you holding it back?"
While Emperor Wu Su was listening to the secret report from the secret guards, Ji Qingwu's body had recovered to a large extent. The tingling sensation had disappeared, and only the roots of his legs were still slightly sore.
But Ji Qingwu didn't want him to find out that he was almost recovered. After all, it was unbelievable to recover in such a short time.
Her hand that was gripping the corner of the quilt suddenly tightened, her knuckles turned jade pink, she deliberately frowned to pretend she was in pain, her face wrinkled, she sat up with difficulty, and moved inch by inch towards the edge of the bed.
After doing all this, her breathing became rapid and she felt quite tired.
But she saw Zhao Mingyan's black cloud-patterned waist belt lying in front of her, with the Chilong jade buckle facing her eyes. She raised her face, which was covered with a light sweat.
"Please make way."
Zhao Mingyan asked: "Are you sure you can walk by yourself?"
Ji Qingwu said: "I guess... I can walk slowly."
Zhao Mingyan picked her up without saying a word and held her in his arms with one arm, but only his arm was supporting her.
He shook her gently, and Ji Qingwu quickly hugged his neck. She was afraid of falling, so she secretly exerted strength with her waist and abdomen.
Zhao Mingyan's gaze swept across the top of her head, with a faint dark light.
He carried her into the bathroom. The washroom and hand-washing area were separated by a folding screen.
Ji Qingwu smelled the familiar scent of agarwood.
The sandalwood toilet is two feet and three inches long, with a seat wrapped in tribute satin. The aged locust wood charcoal ash inside is three fingers thick, with agarwood chips on top. There is a slide at the bottom, which can be opened and closed by a mechanism.
Ji Qingwu was placed on top. When she saw the toilet, she became even more anxious and wanted to pour out whatever was in it.
But the emperor still stood beside her without moving. What kind of habit was it to watch other people go to the toilet?
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