Chapter 128 seems to be getting out of control, this is bad.
At this moment, Ji Qingwu had stopped crying, her eyelashes were wet, and her eyes looked as if they had been washed with water.
Like the shimmering lake after the rain, misty and sparkling.
She stared at the emperor's robes, but couldn't see where they were wet from her tears.
Besides, there was still some distance between them just now, and they weren't hugging each other, so how could she have shed tears there?
Where exactly did it spill? How come she can't see it?
"What are you secretly criticizing me for?" Emperor Wusu's voice was gentle, not as cold as when he questioned her earlier, and seemed to be hiding a smile.
A huge weight was finally lifted from Ji Qingwu's heart.
She admitted to what happened in the past, but instead of causing a huge uproar as expected, the person in front of her gently accepted it and then casually put it down.
It was as if the matter of her using drugs to force him to keep the child was just a trivial matter.
But she clearly remembered that his face was cold and icy that night, and when he saw her enter through the curtain, his sharp eyes seemed to want to pierce through her on the spot.
Such a huge grudge was resolved so easily, so why did his attitude change so quickly?
After several years apart, shouldn't he be even more cold-blooded and ruthless now that he has risen to a high position?
With just a few simple questions and answers, he let her go so easily out of kindness?
Ji Qingwu found it increasingly strange, but she couldn't ask directly, such as, "Your Majesty, I forced myself on you before, weren't you angry?" or "Your Majesty is truly magnanimous, not even caring about such humiliation, truly a role model for all people," which were all flattering remarks.
She glanced at him quickly, then lowered her eyelashes timidly.
Glance again, then put it down again.
After several repetitions, how could Emperor Wusu not notice her puzzled expression?
He calmly asked, "What do you want to ask?"
Ji Qingwu replied timidly, "No, it's nothing."
Emperor Wusu frowned, his eyes darkening. Ji Qingwu, who had prepared the words long ago, had nowhere to say them and shrank back.
She was like a little snail carrying a small shell, tentatively exploring the outside world with her two soft antennae, and timidly retreating into her shell at the slightest sound of wind.
If I hadn't rubbed salt into her tentacles today and provoked her, she might not have been able to crawl out anytime soon.
But seeing her tears, Emperor Wusu's heart wavered, and he decided to be more patient.
Upon seeing the emperor frown, Ji Qingwu knew he was doomed and shivered as the cold wind blew through him.
Seeing her hunched shoulders and shivering in the wind, Emperor Wusu pulled her close with a slight effort, letting her lean her slender back against him.
He held her waist and wrapped his arms around her from behind, making her stand in front of him.
This place does offer shelter from the wind, but it's hundreds of feet above the ground. Even with the railings around it, Ji Qingwu felt dizzy just looking down, and her relaxed heart immediately tensed up again.
Could it be that the emperor, despite his seemingly good temper, is actually hiding a knife in his smile, secretly so angry that he wants to throw her off the roof?
She gripped his arm tightly around her waist.
He turned back and said ingratiatingly, "Your Majesty, it's too windy here. Shall we find another place to talk?"
Ji Qingwu suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder. Emperor Wusu lowered his head, rested his chin on the crook of her neck, and brushed his lips against her earlobe, saying impatiently, "Not good."
Ji Qingwu's lips had just parted, and he was about to say something when his breath suddenly stopped.
He bit her earlobe and said, "Look into the distance and don't speak."
...If you're not going to talk, then don't talk. Why did you bite her, especially her ear?
After that, Ji Qingwu's body softened considerably, no longer as tense and stiff as before, and she quietly leaned most of her weight on him.
The rooftop of the Star-Picking Building.
The misty clouds had mostly dissipated, and the distant blue mountains could be seen, bathed in the golden sunlight.
A dazzling red sun hangs on the mountaintop.
Ji Qingwu stared blankly at the scenery before her. Whether it was the warm and firm chest against her back or the fiery red sun slowly rising in her eyes, her gloomy and uneasy mood was gradually dissipating.
My empty heart was quickly filled with another kind of excitement.
Ji Qingwu suddenly understood why literary figures would leave behind so many timeless masterpieces when visiting famous scenic spots.
If she hadn't been unfamiliar with classical Chinese, she would have loved to compose a poem. Unfortunately, with her limited knowledge, she could only use the crude four words, "magnificent beauty," to describe the scenery before her.
Looking at the rolling mountains, there was nothing worth savoring about my resentful and frustrated feelings.
As the sun rises, its light shines brightly, as if she too is reborn.
Emperor Wusu embraced her with both arms, his gaze returning to her face once more, perhaps never having been elsewhere in the first place.
He turned his head and nuzzled her cheek. Her face was cool, but his remained warm, as the mountain breeze was blowing on it as well.
He said softly, "From afar, it shines like the rising sun at dawn."
Even if she wasn't very knowledgeable about poetry, she had heard this line before, but she wondered if it was describing the scenery in front of her, or...
A faint light appeared in Ji Qingwu's clear eyes, like water or mist.
Emperor Wusu's breath brushed against her lips, and his voice reached her ears.
"Upon closer inspection, it shines as brightly as a lotus emerging from a vast expanse of water."
Two rosy clouds rose on Ji Qingwu's face, brighter than the few clouds on the horizon.
He forced her to lift her chin.
He observed, his gaze tracing her cloud-like hair, her delicate eyebrows, her red lips and white teeth.
How can he make this little lotus flower ripple with even more vibrant waves?
Immediately afterwards, Ji Qingwu could no longer see the red sun in front of him, as it was completely blocked by his broad shoulders. He pressed down on him like a mountain...
*
When Ji Qingwu came down from the Star-Picking Tower, her heart was pounding. She was sitting in the carriage on her way to the Princess's residence.
This carriage was prepared by Li Yuzong.
It was much more luxurious than the one she usually rode in, and there was a small dressing table on the left, complete with all the accessories a young woman would use for dressing up.
Ji Qingwu picked up the golden bronze mirror with auspicious beast and grape design from the small table and looked at his face.
The woman's cheeks were rosy, a color even more vibrant than if she had applied rouge. She could explain it to herself, saying it was because the wind on the rooftop was too strong and had blown out the redness.
Her eyes were watery, not clear and still, but like a spring pond with ripples. She thought that perhaps something had accidentally gotten into her eyes.
Besides the spot on her lip where she had bitten herself, there was also obvious swelling. She touched it with her hand, and it was still warm, clearly from overuse.
The woman in the bronze mirror has a face full of tenderness and charm.
Ji Qingwu muttered something, threw down the mirror in despair, and rubbed her face in embarrassment and annoyance, as if she wanted to rub away and dissipate this seductive look, preferably until it was no longer visible.
After returning to Lin'an, things developed in a way that far exceeded her expectations and was far beyond her control.
Her hand was on her left chest.
The only thing she could still control seemed to be spiraling out of control as well.
This is bad.
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