Chapter 228 Really tired? Really drunk?
It was no longer Ji Qingwu in a superior position.
The two of them were at eye level.
Under his gaze, Ji Qingwu's tail, which had been curled up imperceptibly, immediately drooped.
My face was so hot I couldn't speak.
Her breath became even hotter than his.
Emperor Wusu's voice was always deep, and in the quiet night, it sounded as rich and full-bodied as a fine wine.
"Please."
The pronunciation of each word is extremely clear.
What I want is her kiss.
The power of those two simple words made Ji Qingwu forget the current situation, when she was the one who was imprisoned by the branches and him, completely trapped.
She leaned forward and touched his face with both hands.
With his heart burning fiercely, Emperor Wusu's breathing became increasingly rapid.
The man's upturned eyes, flushed red from the heat of the wine, lost their usual sharpness, leaving only an impatient lust.
There was a deliberately suppressed dark glint in the depths of his eyes, like a firework about to be ignited and soar into the sky.
But Ji Qingwu didn't speak, so he didn't make a move.
The softest part of her heart began to crumble and melt into water.
Ji Qingwu placed a gentle kiss on those alluring lips.
The kiss was so brief that Emperor Wusu let out a muffled groan and chased after her in dissatisfaction, but she pressed her index finger against his lips and easily pushed it back.
The lips are slightly parted.
Ji Qingwu found it very strange.
His whole body was hot, but his lips were cool.
And there are even stranger ones.
Ji Qingwu looked at the slender finger she was pressing against his lips. Normally, he would never stop just because she didn't want to.
Ji Qingwu's eyes flickered as she tentatively said, "Your Majesty, please put me down. My legs are sore."
Emperor Wusu had been holding him for so long without feeling any soreness in his arms. He said, "You're so delicate."
He stared at her lips, and asked reluctantly, "Are you really tired?"
Ji Qingwu quickly lowered his head, turned his face to the side, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
Seeing her reaction, Emperor Wusu frowned, loosened his grip, and was about to put her down.
Ji Qingwu suddenly squeezed his waist tightly with her legs, and when she raised her head again, her eyes were filled with a smile that sparkled like tiny stars.
Through this, she finally confirmed that Emperor Wusu was indeed drunk.
However, the drunken emperor was surprisingly easy to talk to and could listen to her requests.
Emperor Wusu stared at her with his dark eyes without blinking, as if trying to understand which of her words and actions were truly her intentions.
Ji Qingwu cupped his face and kissed him again.
Her back was no longer pressed against the tree trunk, she no longer tried to escape, and all her weight pressed down on him, willingly entering his domain.
*
Princess Qingyun was busy in the front hall and had no time to pay attention to whether her own backyard was also on fire.
Half an hour ago.
Emperor Wusu and his minister Wei Ting drank one cup of wine after another.
The table was covered with overturned wine jugs, and she was horrified by what she saw.
Princess Qingyun mustered her courage and stepped forward to offer a word of advice, but was forced back into the corner by the emperor's cold gaze.
The drinking party had finally come to a conclusion, and Wei Ting lay slumped on the table, refusing to get up.
Princess Qingyun had just caught her breath when she noticed that there was another person sitting on the empty table to the south.
She said unhappily, "Who is that person over there? Wasn't the area cleared out? Why is there still someone there?"
The maid replied, "Your Highness, it is Prince Yong."
Why hasn't her third brother left yet?
Princess Qingyun looked around but couldn't see Princess Yong. What was Prince Yong doing here all by himself?
When she got closer, she realized that her third brother was crying...
Moreover, she had been crying for a long time, but because Emperor Wusu was present, she did not notice.
When he was discovered, Yongwang's face was covered with several dried tear stains.
I wonder if it's because I'm getting married and I can't bear to part with my younger sister, the princess.
Princess Qingyun walked to Prince Yong's side and said gently, "Third Brother, there is no tradition of crying before marriage in Beili, so please stop crying."
Prince Yong, his eyes vacant and seemingly incoherent, said, "On this joyous day, I am smiling."
Princess Qingyun said, "I've just gotten married and am still in Lin'an City. We can meet whenever we want in the future, just like before."
These words must have triggered some kind of emotional trigger in Zhao Minghong.
Two streams of hot tears suddenly flowed from the empty depths of her eyes.
Zhao Minghong said, "We can't go back to the way things were."
Princess Qingyun glanced at Li Chengxun, who was standing beside Wei Ting. What kind of newlywed couple was dealing with troublesome guests on their wedding night?
She sat down in the chair next to Prince Yong and urged, "Third Brother, I know you're reluctant to part with me, but tonight is my wedding night. You should go home quickly, and we can meet again another day."
Princess Qingyun said to the eunuch beside Prince Yong, "Hurry up and help your prince back."
"I am not returning to the palace!"
Zhao Minghong remained seated, and the eunuch dared not pull him away, only offering a few words of advice from the side.
With half the night already gone, Princess Qingyun could no longer hold her breath.
He angrily said, "Should I invite Third Brother to sleep in my bridal chamber for the night?"
Zhao Minghong looked up at the moon in the sky: "I'm not staying here, I'll just sit here."
Princess Qingyun understood when she saw his expression. He had been like this since he was a child. When he wanted something but was too embarrassed to say it, he would feel particularly awkward.
"Third Brother, just tell me, what do you really want?"
Zhao Minghong finally spoke: "Tell the princess to come back and get me, or I won't leave."
It turns out that Princess Yong returned to the palace with her entourage first, forgetting to invite Prince Yong to return with her, and that's why he's throwing a tantrum here.
Princess Qingyun sighed and waved her hand, ordering, "Go quickly and call Third Sister-in-law back! Go immediately!"
After resolving the issue of Prince Yong.
In the front hall, only Wei Ting remained.
The situation was even more serious for Wei Ting. Anyone who dared to pull him away became the general's punching bag and suffered a lot of beatings.
Li Chengxun was a civil official, so he could only stand behind the drunken general and talk.
“General Wei, the table at the Princess’s residence is not as soft as the bed at the Wei family’s residence. If you like it, please take it back with you.”
Wei Ting had regained some consciousness. He propped his head up and looked at the floor-standing Welwitschia mirabilis bonsai in the front hall.
"I like that one."
Li Chengxun followed his gaze and replied casually, "General Wei can take him with him."
As Wei Ting looked at it, he frowned and said, "It's two-tone, this color is too monotonous, I don't like it."
Li Chengxun had no knowledge of flowers and plants, and had never seen a bicolor Welwitschia mirabilis.
He remained silent.
The night air was chilly, and Wei Ting lay sprawled on the table.
He then asked, "I heard that the Prince Consort once discussed marriage with Qingwu. Did she ever give you a rare and unusual thousand-year orchid?"
No one asked him, so Wei Ting just started talking to himself.
"She gave it to me."
"It's much prettier than the one in your mansion."
Standing behind Wei Ting, Li Chengxun's facial muscles were tense, and he clenched his fists.
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