Chapter 227 A Hidden Secret, Dizzying Pleasure
Once someone takes the lead in offering a toast, things get lively from there.
Tonight, Emperor Wusu not only broke his vow of abstinence from alcohol, but also chatted and laughed gently with these people, while Wei Ting was neglected and drank alone.
But after several rounds of toasts, all of them collapsed.
Only Emperor Wusu and Wei Ting remained seated at the table.
Wei Ting first raised his wine glass, but the smile on his lips didn't reach his eyes.
"His Majesty has a refined taste and had a very pleasant conversation with my lieutenants. He also has a surprisingly high capacity for alcohol, capable of drinking a dozen or more people under the table."
Wei Ting raised his cup to himself and said, "As long as Your Majesty is not satisfied, I will gladly accompany you."
After drinking the wine, Emperor Wusu became even more imposing and awe-inspiring.
"General Wei, are you worried that your trusted men will get drunk and harm their health, or are you worried that they will sever ties with you once they sober up?"
Wei Ting's fingers gripped the wine glass tightly, leaving fingerprints on the bronze cup.
"Your Majesty understands what you are trying to say. Your Majesty wants to regain military power."
Emperor Wusu remained seated, but his expression had changed from gentle to stern.
"Since you know what I mean, why don't you return the military tally in your hand? What is your intention?"
Wei Ting stood up, his gaze sweeping over a figure in the second seat of the guests.
He held the bronze wine cup in his hand and said indignantly, "His Majesty knows the rules of warfare. The 200,000 troops in the northern border will only obey the orders of the Tiger Tally. Even if General Yuchi is stationed there, he cannot move a single soldier of this humble general's!"
Wei Ting seemed to be a little tipsy, as he swayed slightly.
He continued indignantly, "Unfortunately, my tiger tally is in the army, in a place known only to me. Unless the Emperor allows me to return to the Northern Border, no one can touch this army!"
Emperor Wusu slammed his hand on the table, causing all the wine and liquor on it to spill.
With a furious expression, he said, "Li Yuzong, clear the area!"
The crowd had long since sobered up from the intimidating scene of the confrontation between the emperor and his minister. Upon hearing this, they hurriedly got up and left, fearing that the more they heard, the faster their heads would be chopped off.
However, a man dressed as an ordinary merchant walked slowly and was urged several times by the guards before finally leaving the princess's residence.
Ji Qingwu hurried to the front hall, her steps heavy and slow, as she thought about how to persuade him.
Otherwise, they could simply send out a silver needle from the shadows and pierce Wei Ting's acupoint where he was unconscious, hitting the target directly in one go.
To avoid her appearance attracting attention and suspicion from the crowd.
Once Ji Qingwu made up her mind, her steps became much lighter.
Unbeknownst to her, a large hand suddenly reached out from the darkness beside her and pulled her into the shadow of a tree by the roadside.
There are people even bolder than Mo Lingling in her assassination attempt, daring to humiliate the women in the princess's harem at her wedding banquet.
The strong smell of alcohol made it impossible for Ji Qingwu to tell who the person was.
I wonder which lecherous man, blinded by lust after drinking, was involved.
However, Ji Qingwu hadn't had time to take out the silver needles from her purse yet. She could only observe the situation and quietly reach out to pull out the gold hairpin from her hair.
The man reacted even faster, grabbing her hand with one hand and pulling it back to his waist.
It feels like high-quality jade...
The relief carvings are clearly visible...
It's a... coiled dragon.
That wretched dragon!
Ji Qingwu's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat from fright. She gritted her teeth and called out, "Your Majesty?"
Emperor Wusu gave a low, applause.
Ji Qingwu had just breathed a sigh of relief when he immediately took another deep breath.
Without even a word, he ruthlessly untied her belt with his large hand.
Emperor Wusu really knew how to torture himself; it was even more agonizing than being in the palace.
Ji Qingwu asked, "Does Your Majesty know what you are doing?"
Emperor Wusu patted the soft hand she had placed on his waist and even gave it a couple of quick strokes.
"To be fair, I will allow you to untie it."
Does this really require a back-and-forth exchange?
Ji Qingwu reached out and touched the side of his neck. It was burning hot to the touch, and his pulse was unusually fast, unlike his usual slow and deep one.
The belt she wore today had hidden clasps on both sides, which made it difficult for Emperor Wusu to untie in the dark.
Seemingly losing patience, he waved his large hand, but Ji Qingwu, who was already prepared, quickly intercepted it, thus preventing this belt from suffering the same fate as the previous ones.
Ji Qingwu said, "Your Majesty, this is indecent. This is Princess Qingyun's residence, not your palace."
Emperor Wusu paused his work and asked seriously, "Is returning to the palace enough?"
Ji Qingwu shook his head like a rattle drum.
"That won't work either."
Emperor Wusu's chest heaved violently as he said in a stifled voice, "This won't work, that won't work, what will work?"
The two stood under the dense shade of the trees. Ji Qingwu opened her eyes wide, trying to make out his expression.
The man's eyes were not unfocused at all; they shone brightly.
Ji Qingwu was unsure whether Emperor Wusu was drunk or not.
She asked, "How much wine did Your Majesty drink just now?"
Emperor Wusu made a gesture, and Ji Qingwu guessed, "Twenty-two cups of wine?"
"Twenty-two people have fallen."
Emperor Wusu added, "Including Wei Ting."
Before Ji Qingwu could react to the mention of Wei Ting's name, Emperor Wusu's brows furrowed deeply.
Has he contacted you again?
Ji Qingwu immediately shook his head, raised two fingers and swore, "Heaven is my witness, absolutely not."
Emperor Wusu smiled with satisfaction, his eyes shining even brighter, and said, "You are not allowed to go to him again."
After Ji Qingwu returned to Lin'an, he never took the initiative to seek out Wei Ting; he only talked about things from before.
At this moment, the tenderness and passion in his eyes seemed to be overflowing.
Ji Qingwu looked into his eyes and said, "What happened between me and Wei Ting before is in the past. What's past can't be retrieved, but what's to come can still be remembered."
Emperor Wusu said, "Those who come should do something memorable."
In the darkness, Ji Qingwu felt a lightness in her body, and the shadows of the trees spun around in front of her.
He suddenly picked her up, supporting her hips firmly with his hands, and spun her around several times in the open space.
She pursed her lips to suppress the gasp that escaped her lips, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
This feeling of freedom and exhilaration as he took off made Ji Qingwu feel dizzy with joy.
Not only was my head spinning, but my mind was also confused.
Ji Qingwu lowered her eyes, and even though her thick eyelashes obscured the light in them, the corners of her lips couldn't help but turn up, her radiant expression shining brightly in the dark night.
Just then, Emperor Wusu tilted his head back and kissed her.
Ji Qingwu nimbly dodged it with a slight tilt of her head, a smug smile on her lips.
The kiss landed on her chin, tickling her and sending shivers down her spine.
When he was drunk, he seemed more approachable. Ji Qingwu boldly touched his lips with her hand.
He said arrogantly, "You have to ask for a kiss."
Emperor Wusu did not answer, but only glanced at her.
The next instant, another spin.
Ji Qingwu's two slender legs were spread apart by him, and with a simple pull and lift, they were pressed against his strong waist.
With her back against the thick tree trunk, she had little leverage and could only grip his waist tightly to avoid falling.
This position brings a unique sense of intimacy, as well as a strange sense of shame.
He was the butcher, and she was the fish.
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