Chapter 47: I want to marry every girl I meet
This delicate and soft look.
A little more would be pretentious, a little less would seem uncharming.
Why does the steel become so soft as to be as soft as silk?
Emperor Wu Su just nodded slightly.
Ji Qingwu's eyes lit up immediately, and she said softly, "Your Majesty has said that I am dull. I am definitely not as talented, wise and brave as Your Majesty. Please enlighten me, Your Majesty."
Being able to flatter someone in a way that doesn't make people feel offensive is a skill.
Ji Qingwu is quite talented in this area.
A pair of black pupils stare at you, full of trust and dependence, making the person being stared at unable to bear to let her down.
Emperor Wu Su looked at her and said slowly: "There is a way, it depends on whether you dare to do it."
Ji Qingwu didn't want to be spanked tomorrow, so he asked anxiously, "What's the solution?"
"come over."
Where are you going?
His Majesty the Emperor did not explain it clearly.
Ji Qingwu had misunderstood just now, and now he didn't dare to think about anything else. He immediately agreed and followed him.
By the time we arrived at the gate of Zhaoyang Palace, it was already dark.
The lights in the hall were on, and two palace maids were standing beside the red door.
Ji Qingwu thought of the palace maids on night duty mentioned by Eunuch Li, and looked at them a few more times.
After watching, I found that those who could serve the emperor were all beautiful. Judging from their looks, they were not inferior to the young ladies from aristocratic families. So I believed what Eunuch Li said even more.
After entering the hall.
In the huge palace, only Ji Qingwu was left, even Li Yuzong had left.
The west hall is covered with layers of low-hanging gauze curtains, through which a dragon bed with a brocade quilt can be vaguely seen.
Ji Qingwu didn't know why, but he kept thinking back to what Yuchi Lianping said that day in the Princess's Mansion. If you get on the dragon bed, nine lives won't be enough...
She quickly looked away, her ears burning with anxiety as she stared at the shiny bricks on the ground.
Emperor Wu Su returned to his desk and sat down. The ancient books that had fallen to the ground earlier had been picked up by the palace servants and placed back on the table.
The desk is very wide, with a brocade table made of white rosewood and purple sandalwood, one yellow and one black, one warm and one cold, and the table top is as smooth as a mirror.
The man put his fingers on it and tapped it gently a few times.
Ji Qingwu immediately understood, walked up to him, lowered his head and asked softly: "Your Majesty, what should I do to make the Queen Mother forgive me?"
Emperor Wu Su asked about other matters first.
"When did you get engaged? I have never heard of the Ji family doing anything like asking for marriage license."
This is what she said in a hurry at the Taiye Lake.
Ji Qingwu said: "For now, it's still a verbal agreement."
Emperor Wu Su raised his eyebrows and said, "Can a verbal agreement be counted? I have never heard of any young lady's marriage being made verbally without a piece of paper or pen."
Originally, she and Li Chengxun had just communicated their feelings to each other, and would start preparing the necessary items for the early stages of the marriage discussion in the next few days.
But who would have thought that Princess Qingyun actually fell in love with Master Li and even found out about their affair. No one knew where the news leaked.
After the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet, they made such a big fuss to “rob someone”.
Seeing that she was distracted, Emperor Wu Su said coldly: "I am asking you a question."
Ji Qingwu nodded as if it was a given: "A verbal agreement also counts. I admit it. Although I am not as eloquent as your majesty, I believe... in him."
The words "believe him" made Emperor Wu Su and Empress clench their teeth.
But Ji Qingwu didn't realize that she had no ambitions and no persistent pursuit, but she was always consistent in keeping her promises.
After a while, Emperor Wu Su said indifferently: "Only sincerity can break the falsehood of the world, and only truth can break the falsehood of the world. Miss Ji cherishes her promise, which is a blessing for that man."
Under the palace lantern, the woman's face looked even more radiant.
Emperor Wu Su looked away for a long time, the darkness in his eyes faded away little by little, and he regained the cold and dignified appearance of an emperor.
There was silence in the hall for a long time, so long that Ji Qingwu felt his neck was sore.
Only then did she hear a deep voice asking her.
"Do you really want to marry him?"
It was just a verbal agreement, but he did not hesitate to quarrel with Princess Qingyun and was about to turn against the Queen Mother.
This price is extremely high.
Ji Qingwu replied ambiguously: "Mr. Li is naturally a good person, otherwise Princess Qingyun would not want to marry him."
Emperor Wu Su said sarcastically: "There are many good men in the world. Miss Ji wants to marry every one she meets."
If Ji Qingwu thought about this carefully, she could sense that something was wrong, but just then the night watch drum sounded outside and she was really anxious.
She frowned and asked urgently, "Your Majesty, what exactly is the solution you are talking about?"
Emperor Wu Su said nothing, and his face turned cold again.
If it were any other time, Ji Qingwu would have lowered his head under the emperor's cold gaze.
But time waits for no one, so she mustered up the courage to move closer, carefully reached out her hand, and grabbed his sleeve.
The hand pressed on the man's bamboo green robe was as warm and white as jade, with a brilliance that could not be matched by brocade.
Emperor Wu Su glanced at it sideways, raised his forearm, and easily pulled back the piece of cloth.
The smooth and soft brocade was pulled out from Ji Qingwu's palm. The force was not strong, but she felt a burning sensation in her hand.
I didn't even want her to touch my clothes.
Outside the palace gate.
Li Yuzong was holding a tray with a pile of clothes on it, and two palace maids followed behind him.
Emperor Wu Su said, "Come in."
After Li Yuzong entered the hall, he said, "Miss Ji, these are the clothes I prepared for you in advance."
The skirt inside was still damp and it was indeed uncomfortable to wear. Ji Qingwu said gratefully, "Thank you, Eunuch Li."
Then, she turned to look at the emperor. Whether she could move depended on his order.
Emperor Wu Su picked up the ancient book on the corner of the table and turned to the original page. He frowned and didn't want to pay any more attention to her.
"You can go ahead. This was prepared by His Majesty. He must have approved it." Li Yuzong said in a low voice.
Ji Qingwu nodded, and two palace maids led her into the hot spring in the west hall.
After the figure disappeared, Emperor Wu Su stared at the ancient book and frowned impatiently.
She actually took the initiative to get close to him just for her engagement with another man.
The powerful handwriting in my eyes became particularly hateful.
Emperor Wu Su was so impressed by the sight that he wanted to throw this rare and extinct piece, which he had searched for with great effort, into the candlelight.
There are bathing pools in the east and west side halls. The east is the most respected in Beili, so the east side hall has a larger imperial bath.
But it can only be used by the emperor and empress, no one else is qualified to enter.
The entire bathing pool in the west hall is paved with white stone as clear as jade, and there are white stone steps on each side.
The bottom of the bathing pool is covered with relief carvings of fish, dragons, flowers and birds, but there is no phoenix. As the water ripples, the dragon patterns and flower shadows all over the pool sway, which adds a unique flavor.
This hot spring pool is already exquisite. I wonder how magnificent the emperor and empress’s royal bath would be.
The palace maid who was serving her bathing leaned forward and wanted to untie her outer robe.
Ji Qingwu dodged, used his hand to block the attack, and said, "Don't bother the palace servants, I can do it myself."
She wasn't shy, she was just not used to being touched by others.
A moon-white outer robe, emerald green silk sash, a light and transparent long skirt, inner garments, and small clothes, layer by layer, fell one by one by the side of the bath.
She has long legs, a thin waist, and a graceful figure. Her back is more beautiful and flawless than jade.
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