Chapter 89 How Can He Compare to My Man "I know what you are doing."
Emperor Wu Su no longer called himself "lonely and helpless" in front of him, but just referred to himself as such in ordinary ways.
Master Liaoran sat quietly and said, "The red lotus is pulsating, and I sensed it, so I came to remind Your Majesty to let it go in time and not indulge in it."
For the ruby to shine, two conditions must be met. The first is to find the right woman who follows the will of heaven.
Second, the emperor's heart was moved...
Master Liaoran asked to see him that day in order to give him advice.
Emperor Wu Su picked up the white piece, held it between his two fingers, and said indifferently: "Only by not being moved by things can you move things. I put myself in the game, so I can control all directions."
The tail end of these words sounded together with the sound of the chess piece falling.
Master Liaoran sighed and placed a black piece: "I hope your majesty will think twice. The emperor must conform to the way of heaven and should cultivate the way of ruthlessness."
The black and white pieces on the chessboard represent a balance of power. Emperor Wu Su raised his hand and placed a piece down with great force.
It was she who took the initiative to overturn his military tent.
It was she who appeared in Lin'an City again.
Emperor Wu Su raised his eyes and said sternly: "The ruthless way? The unity of yin and yang is also the way of heaven."
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Ji Qingwu walked with his head down until there was no way to go.
A small rosewood door, about six feet high, appeared in front of the two men.
"We didn't come in from here when we came here."
Mo Lingling touched the back of her head. She was a person who had no idea where to go. She said in confusion, "Ah? I really don't know. I just followed you."
They came through the wide gate of Hanshan Temple that was wide enough for a carriage to pass through, not this small door that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.
By accident, the two found the back road leading to Hanshan Temple.
Thinking of Ji Qingrong and Jiujiu still waiting for them in the carriage, Ji Qingwu frowned and gave an order: "Let's go back the same way."
Mo Lingling looked at her expression, covered her lower abdomen and said, "My stomach hurts a little."
Ji Qingwu pulled her wrist and pressed on her pulse for a while. His pulse was strong and what she said was true.
"Rest here for a while."
There were a few bricks and stones near the small rosewood door, which were relatively clean, so the two of them sat down.
Ji Qingwu said: "Give me your arm."
Mo Lingling didn't understand what was going on, but she still obeyed and stretched out her arm.
Her fingers rubbed and pressed vigorously on several acupoints that stabilized the fetus.
Mo Lingling looked at her fair neck and her black hair, enjoying her care with mixed feelings.
Ji Qingwu's voice was as soft as a feather brushing against her heart.
"Are you feeling better?"
Mo Lingling nodded quickly: "I'm much better." She stared at her profile and said, "Miss Ji Wu, I have a question for you."
Ji Qingwu thought it was a question about the baby in her belly, so he said, "Ask."
Mo Lingling has been in Liangxiang Pavilion for a long time and has seen many women with unique personalities, but she has never seen a woman like Ji Qingwu, who looks soft and easy-going on the outside but is actually a free and easy-going person.
What would such a woman look like if she were trapped in love...
Mo Lingling was extremely interested in her love history.
"You must have spent a long time choosing your previous husband. You must have loved him very much, right?"
"Are you sad that he died? You raised the child all by yourself. If he knew about this, he would definitely be grateful to you."
Ji Qingwu looked up at her, his eyes fluctuating.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Mo Lingling's curiosity reached its peak.
"But people always have to look forward. Is the man we met in the teahouse last time your new lover? You don't have to be embarrassed. I saw it all. The way he looked at you was not innocent."
"You have to trust my judgment of men. He must be interested in you."
Ji Qingwu looked at her with a half-smile: "How do you look at men?"
She pressed it with her hands skillfully.
A scream broke the silence of the mountain, startling several resting birds.
Ji Qingwu did not agree with the way Mo Lingling looked at men.
Whenever she thought of the scene that night and being seen by Mo Lingling, she felt upset. The smile on her lips faded and her eyes became sharp.
Mo Lingling's eyes were filled with tears: "You, you, you..."
She cried, "Your eyes really look like Duan Mingfeng!"
Ji Qingwu did not get angry when she described him as a vicious and cruel imperial envoy. Instead, he grasped the key point in her words.
He asked, "Do you know Mr. Duan?"
Mo Lingling didn't answer, and Ji Qingwu pressed harder, causing a sore and numb feeling to rush straight to her head. She immediately gasped and said honestly, "We are from the same hometown."
This word "also"...
In a flash, Ji Qingwu had a guess and she let go of her hand in surprise.
She remembered that a certain adult who had entered the officialdom with great fanfare seemed to be from Xianyang.
Mo Lingling rubbed the acupuncture points and muttered, "You look weak and easy to talk to, but you are not weak at all when it comes to taking action."
But after Ji Qingwu pressed the acupoints vigorously, not only did the pain in his abdomen go away, he also felt his qi and blood were full.
Mo Lingling had forgotten the pain after her wound healed and wanted to use the power of words to resist her.
"Your previous man might have offended you in some way, so you bullied him to death!"
Hearing this, Ji Qingwu's lips curled up and he smiled very sweetly.
"Well, you guessed it right. Anyone who makes me unhappy will be bullied to death by me."
Mo Lingling's eyes suddenly widened, and she couldn't scream out. Her entire arm suddenly lost feeling.
Inside the small door, in front of half a stick of incense.
Just as two people were about to reach the door, they heard a woman's shrill scream.
Duan Mingfeng drew the soft sword from his waist, immediately stood in front of Emperor Wu Su, and looked vigilantly in the direction of the door.
Then he heard the woman mentioned his name, and his expression changed, obviously recognizing that the person was Mo Lingling.
Emperor Wu Su raised his hand, signaling him to put away the sword.
They were all martial artists with sharp eyes and ears inside the door, and they heard the conversation between the two people clearly.
Mo Lingling was still unconvinced, and babble: "Your previous man must have been a henpecked henpecked man who couldn't accomplish anything great, which is why you have become such a smiling, thick-skinned, and unruly person."
Only the sweet female voice was heard.
In a nonchalant tone, she said: "The father of your unborn child is a complete coward. How can he compare to my man?"
Duan Mingfeng nodded. The first half of the sentence was right. That man was a coward.
Emperor Wu Su also nodded slightly for the second half of the sentence.
In terms of force and words, Mo Lingling was suppressed by her and could only look at her with resentful eyes.
Argued: "He's not a coward, he just has his reasons!"
Seeing her indignant look, Ji Qingwu continued, "It's not that he doesn't have time to see you, but that he doesn't want to see you."
Seeing that Mo Lingling was still glaring at her angrily, Ji Qingwu punctured the dream she had woven for herself.
"Li Chengxun will be marrying Princess Qingyun soon, and preparations for the wedding ceremony are underway."
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