Chapter 236 My clothes are torn, you must pay for them.
Anjuyuan.
Ji Qingwu returned to his home and sneaked into the Qiao family's courtyard like a thief.
Qiuqiu lived in the bedroom in the east courtyard, while Granny Li slept in another room in the side passageway.
When Ji Qingwu arrived, he also took a tinderbox from the small kitchen on the way, carefully pushed open the door, and lit a candle.
She walked to the window and saw the little girl sleeping soundly, clutching her favorite strip of cloth in her hand, smacking her lips, clearly having a dream.
Ji Qingwu tucked the blanket around Qiuqiu and smiled.
The door was still open, but the person behind him didn't come in. Ji Qingwu tilted his head and sat on the edge of the bed for a while.
Still no movement, she could only tiptoe to the door and personally invite the Buddha statue.
Under the eaves, Emperor Wusu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes colder than the moonlight. Ji Qingwu really couldn't understand why he had turned cold again.
She whispered, "Your Majesty? Come in. Didn't we agree to come and see Qiuqiu?"
The candlestick she held was reflected in Emperor Wusu's pupils, and flames flickered in his eyes.
He felt extremely frustrated by her thieving behavior and had to speak out.
"I am so ashamed that I have to hide when I come to see my own daughter."
Ji Qingwu quickly covered his mouth.
Her eyes were wide open, and her voice was quite loud. If she woke up Granny Li, things would be very bad.
But I also understood why he was unhappy; it turned out that he had so much dissatisfaction every time he came.
Ji Qingwu could understand; His Majesty the Emperor was always surrounded by a retinue wherever he went.
Tonight, however, he followed her into the woods and hid in the corners of the wall. They even had to go through the back door to get to the Ji residence. I have indeed treated him poorly.
She forced a fawning smile and coaxed him softly.
"Your Majesty, Qiuqiu is still asleep. I was just worried about waking her up."
For my daughter's sake, I'll just have to bear with it.
Emperor Wusu tolerated it, but not completely.
Or rather, he vented his anger on her, biting her soft palm.
The sensation of his lips and teeth touching her palm was distinct, and Ji Qingwu trembled slightly.
As a result, he lost his grip on the candle in his right hand, and it tilted to the side. A gust of wind blew in from the doorway, which blew right in his direction and set the emperor's robes on fire.
Ji Qingwu hurriedly placed the candlestick on the windowsill.
But it was too late. The small flame ignited the silk tapestry, and a small hole appeared in the dragon's tail embroidered with gold thread.
Ji Qingwu stared at him nervously, awaiting his judgment.
Emperor Wusu looked down at the dark hole in his left arm and decisively said, "I'm burned. You treat me."
Are you injured?
Ji Qingwu quickly lifted his arm, her fair cheek brushing against his shoulder as she bent her neck to carefully examine his "injury".
Even through the small hole, one could see the moon-white undergarment inside, which clearly showed no burns to the skin.
After confirming that everything was alright, Ji Qingwu felt relieved.
She looked up and said, "My clothes are a little torn, but I shouldn't be injured."
Emperor Wusu's gaze fell on her face, and he said in a very childlike manner, "My clothes are torn, you have to pay for them."
Ji Qingwu: "......"
Either way, I'm going to rely on her.
She suddenly regretted inviting the emperor here on a whim.
Ji Qingwu had thought that seeing Qiuqiu would improve Emperor Wusu's mood, but now things had backfired.
She scratched her head in frustration, wondering how she could make amends.
This robe is made of precious blue silk tapestry. More importantly, the sea and cliff pattern and the golden dragon embroidery were custom-made by the Imperial Household Department. Where did she find such a garment?
Standing there in a stalemate at the door is not a solution; the best course of action is to coax the person in first.
Ji Qingwu said in a serious manner, "I will compensate you. I will go to buy it as soon as the clothing shop opens tomorrow morning. Your Majesty, please come in first, okay?"
"Make me a new one."
Emperor Wusu set a condition: "As long as you do it yourself."
This is incredibly tedious; her needlework skills are far from being good enough to be presented to the emperor.
But Ji Qingwu still agreed: "Yes, yes, yes, Your Majesty, please come quickly."
On their way in, Ji Qingwu carefully carried the candlestick, keeping a distance of eight zhang from Emperor Wusu, for fear of causing any further accidents.
They should also compensate with a pair of pants and shoe uppers.
Emperor Wusu stared at her intently.
After entering the bedroom, Ji Qingwu placed the candlestick on the round table to the side.
Only when the distance between him and Emperor Wusu was restored to half a zhang did the darkness in his eyes fade slightly.
Ji Qingwu breathed a long sigh of relief.
Too close or too far, it won't work.
The little one who hasn't fallen asleep yet is easy to soothe.
The little girl changed her sleeping position again, her little bottom arched up, her chubby little face squeezed softly on the pillow.
Ji Qingwu pinched Qiuqiu's chubby cheeks.
He gently invited, "It feels wonderful, Your Majesty, why don't you try it?"
We can only temporarily sacrifice the little girl's face to please the emperor.
Ji Qingwu raised her eyebrows at him, and Emperor Wusu followed suit, extending his hand.
Then, he pinched Ji Qingwu's cheek.
"It feels good."
Her calloused hands rubbed against her face until it hurt a little.
But Ji Qingwu's eyebrows curved upwards.
Because his deep voice finally carried a hint of laughter.
*
The Wei family.
Old Madam Wei brought the drunken Wei Ting home, and the servant said something at the door.
The old lady asked in surprise, "When did you get back?"
The servant said, "Around dusk, before the palace gates were locked."
Wei Ting's ears twitched.
He asked, "Who's back?"
Granny Cao helped the old lady down from the carriage by stepping onto a stool.
After regaining her balance, Madam Wei turned around and said, "With your sharp ears, you can hear even when you're drunk. The Empress has returned home from the palace."
Wei Ting, who had been drowsy, opened his eyes when he heard the words "Your Majesty." Holding Qian Suilan in his arms, he jumped off the carriage.
He smiled and said, "Liru is home?"
Madam Wei glared at him with displeasure and said, "What is your name, Li Ru? Watch your address. You are Consort Wei."
Wei Ting, drunk, retorted, "Why do this in my own home? Even if she's married, she's still a member of the Wei family."
Old Madam Wei frowned and glared: "Are you out of your mind? How dare you say such things!"
Madam Wei has heard about the recent disputes at court.
Since returning from the northern border, Wei Ting has been causing trouble. First, he asked to marry Ji Wu, then he provoked Prince Yong, and tonight he even dared to confront the Emperor head-on.
How many times have we seen instances of rulers and ministers becoming estranged, and the fox being cooked after the rabbit is caught?
Madam Wei was not without worry, but she still chose to trust her grandson. Wei Ting had his own way of handling things since he was a child, and she neither interfered nor commented on important matters of the court.
Wei Ting carried the Thousand-Year Orchid and continued walking inside.
When the old lady saw Wei Ting holding a terracotta flowerpot as if it were a treasure, all traces of his dashing and handsome general appearance vanished.
Old Madam Wei really wanted to take her cane and hit him again.
Then I saw that the direction he walked through the gate was the courtyard where Wei Liru lived before she got married.
She snapped at him, "Stop right there!"
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