Chapter 175 Talking in Bed, Recalling Our First Meeting
Because he was afraid that Lanzhi would hear the noise, Ji Qingwu did not dare to struggle too much.
Emperor Wusu placed his hand on her lower back and easily pulled her back up.
She was like a fish on a chopping board.
All the struggles are in vain. As for when he will be feasted on, it all depends on his mood.
His voice was much hoarse, and he said in a indulgent and doting tone, "I can see that you understand everything, but you always pretend to be confused when you know the truth."
From her words just now, Emperor Wusu keenly sensed that she was different.
At this moment, she was not opposed to being intimate with him, but she was worried that her family would find out about their relationship and that she would be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives.
If Madam Qiao knew that she was the birth mother of a prince and that Qiuqiu was a princess, would she still treat them as before? Even if Madam Qiao is unaffected, who knows how much trouble it would cause if the Qiao family and the Ji family found out.
Once a person tastes the power, they undergo subtle, uncontrollable changes. In order to hold onto power tightly, they become a different person, just like the Empress Dowager in the palace.
In this whole world, how many people can truly see power as a nuisance?
Ji Qingwu was confused about other things, but he was extremely clear-headed about this matter.
A smile played on his lips; he was in a good mood.
Ji Qingwu was pressed down into the soft bedding, her face pressed against the bed, and her heart felt as if it had been captured by him.
Seeing that he hadn't moved for a while, she secretly tilted her head to look at him and saw his eyes full of smiles.
She said, "His Majesty's mood has improved considerably."
Is it really that pleasurable to pin her down?
Although she didn't understand why the emperor was so excited, Ji Qingwu stopped moving and quietly and obediently continued to lie there.
Perhaps some people have rather unusual hobbies.
Through the thin fabric of his clothes, Emperor Wusu gently squeezed and kneaded his subordinate's soft waist, saying in a clear voice, "It was Awu who told me that if I'm unhappy, I should eat some of my favorite foods to soothe my mood."
Ji Qingwu was trying to escape his clutches and propped herself up with her hands to sit up.
"What would Your Majesty like to eat? I'll go right away—"
The next instant, her willow-like waist was pressed back to its original curve.
A heavy, reassuring weight, and urgent, intense kisses came from behind.
She felt herself sinking into the soft mattress, forced to turn her head to endure it all.
Her heart was burning, with a feeling she couldn't quite understand.
Emperor Wusu was so excited that he seemed to have gone completely overboard.
The jade hairpin in Ji Qingwu's hair had slipped off at some point, and her cloud-like hair was scattered on the sky-blue bed sheet. The brocade quilt had long since slipped into some corner.
His body felt limp and he couldn't muster any strength, yet he still buried his head in the crook of her neck.
Ji Qingwu couldn't stand it and pushed him, but such force felt more like a tickle to him.
......
After eating his favorite food, Emperor Wusu felt as radiant as the midday sun.
He looked down at her, and she would be especially well-behaved at times like this, her watery eyes reflecting only his image and obscuring everyone else.
But this compliant posture only lasted for a moment.
Because Ji Qingwu sensed that His Majesty the Emperor was full of vigor and vitality, he felt no fatigue at all, and his brows were relaxed.
She then realized she had fallen into a trap. Taking advantage of Emperor Wu Su's inattention, she kicked her legs, rolled up the quilt, and moved faster than a rabbit, shrinking into a corner.
This time, it's no wonder she wanted to escape; he genuinely wanted to devour her.
The emperor lay on his side, propping his head up with his hand, his posture languid, and said with gentle eyes, "Come here, Awu, let me hug you."
It wasn't just a hug; how could Ji Qingwu trust him again? She lowered her head and adjusted her clothes, her refusal obvious.
"You're being naughty again."
He followed her to the corner of the bed, but at least the two of them were still sitting there fully clothed.
Ji Qingwu knew that if he didn't say something, his mouth would be "requisitioned" to do other things.
With tears welling up in her eyes, she said, "Your Majesty, let's talk for a while."
But Emperor Wusu seemed unable to speak without taking action, so he pecked her red, swollen, and glistening lips again before mercifully saying, "Speak."
Ji Qingwu rubbed her little finger and asked, "Just now in the courtyard, His Majesty said a lot of things. How did he know that I had played the konghou? I have never played the konghou in front of anyone."
Not only did she harbor secrets, but he also kept many things from her.
Ji Qingwu recalled that when they first met, it must have been after she learned that the mission had gone wrong, she was waiting for him at the entrance of the military camp as he returned to camp.
At that time, he sat high on his horse, his face cold and stern, not even deigning to spare a glance for me.
The man sitting on her bed now, with deep eyes, a smile on his lips, and a gentle expression, seemed like a completely different person.
Seeing that he didn't answer and was only staring at him, Ji Qingwu put on a stern face and urged in a serious tone, "Why isn't Your Majesty saying anything?"
She pursed her lips, secretly chuckling to herself. This time it was finally her turn to say those words!
Emperor Wusu looked at her meaningfully: "I have also been to the place where you practiced the konghou."
Ji Qingwu thought for a moment: "I specifically chose a secluded place to practice, not wanting to disturb everyone. Has His Majesty seen me there?"
It was a lake about three or four miles from the northern military camp. The lake water was as clear as a mirror, so it was called Mirror Lake.
She said, "If I had known that His Majesty was also seeking peace and quiet here, I would definitely have practiced somewhere else."
Emperor Wusu's lips curled down slightly: "You're so considerate. Shouldn't you have said that you're not going to practice that broken harp anymore?"
It seems the emperor harbored a great deal of resentment towards this harp.
She asked curiously, "What is Your Majesty doing here?"
Emperor Wusu's expression turned strange, and he remained silent.
"What can one do by the lake..." Ji Qingwu raised an eyebrow and said, "Is His Majesty—"
Suddenly, his large hand covered her mouth. She blinked her bright eyes, pouted her lips, and hummed in dissatisfaction.
Emperor Wusu pointed to the outer room.
Thinking that Lanzhi was still asleep outside, Ji Qingwu, feeling guilty, stopped talking.
No wonder he didn't speak up to drive himself away; he had no way to get out of the lake and could only endure the "heavenly" music she created.
Thinking of this scene, Ji Qingwu's eyebrows curved into a smile. She pulled down his hand, her lips as red as rose petals, and her smile was radiant.
Ji Qingwu opened one aperture and made rapid progress; afterwards, he opened several more apertures.
Something occurred to her, and she asked expectantly, "Was it at Mingjing Lake that Your Majesty first met me?"
Emperor Wusu didn't speak this time, but simply shook his head.
If it's not at Mingjing Lake, then where could it be?
Ji Qingwu thought it over and over and confirmed that the first time he saw Emperor Wusu in his memory was at the gate of the military camp.
My interest was piqued, but I couldn't find out the answer.
Her cheeks puffed out, and she gritted her teeth, already sulking.
Emperor Wusu said, "Let me show you how I felt back then."
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