Chapter 277 A powerful tonic, words that speak the heart
"His Majesty has just recovered. Even if he is physically strong, he still needs to recuperate and rest. He is currently in a weak state."
"Taking that kind of medicine will only damage your body more. Haste makes waste. Once your body is depleted, it will be difficult to replenish it."
Ji Qingwu explained, his mouth dry, but found himself getting more and more confused.
The veins on Zhao Mingyan's forehead were bulging, and the muscles in his chest were moving slowly, as he was suppressing the chaotic internal energy within his body.
My ears were ringing, and I couldn't hear what she was saying.
Seeing the emperor's state, Ji Qingwu knew she couldn't do anything more to her for the time being, and she didn't want to provoke him further.
After all, this concerns a man's dignity, and it wouldn't be good if he tried to act recklessly again.
She cautiously opened her mouth and said, "Actually... actually, any state is normal. After all, you've just recovered from a serious illness. There's no need to take those weird medicines. Accepting yourself and recovering slowly is the right thing to do."
After speaking, Ji Qingwu stared at the person in front of her with her bright, watery eyes.
His gaze was warm and encouraging.
Zhao Mingyan frowned, picked up a piece of red gauze that she had just put on, and wiped away the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth and the beads of sweat on her forehead.
His complexion had improved slightly, but his heavy breathing had not yet subsided.
To Ji Qingwu, that deep, muffled sound was a clear indication of his kidney deficiency.
Ji Qingwu felt Emperor Wusu's pulse and found it to be both superficial and substantial, indicating internal injury, with qi and blood flowing to the lower abdomen.
Simply put, it's a condition where everything is weak, yet there's a strange excess of Yang energy.
Emperor Wusu was assassinated, which damaged his heart and caused him to lose too much blood, resulting in a deficiency of blood, but his yang energy was extremely strong.
He must have taken some kind of potent tonic to excite him.
Zhao Mingyan naturally also sensed that something was wrong with his body.
When he saw Ji Qingwu, dressed in a thin veil, run out of her marital room with Wei Ting and stand alluringly in front of him.
He was filled with rage, and his internal energy began to flow downwards from all directions, converging at one point.
Thinking about this, could it be that he really took some kind of drug he didn't know about...?
Zhao Mingyan asked, "What medicine did I take?"
Ji Qingwu blinked her jet-black eyelashes.
Didn't Emperor Wusu know what medicine he had taken? Why did he have to ask her?
Judging from his expression at the time, it seemed as if he really didn't know what medicine he had taken.
Ji Qingwu sat up, clutching the blanket, her eyes involuntarily glancing at him. He was so weak he was about to vomit blood, why was he still like that...?
The medicine was indeed very potent.
It looked even more terrifying than the night she remembered in the military tent.
She turned away and looked elsewhere, using two slender fingers to lift the moon-white undergarment he had taken off.
With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the object over and covered it up before asking a question with a look of doubt in her eyes.
"Does Your Majesty also suspect that you have been drugged?"
When Emperor Wusu awoke from his dragon bed in Zhaoyang Palace, he was surrounded by Li Yuzong and two others. It was unlikely that anyone would have the opportunity to poison him while he was unconscious.
However, this possibility cannot be ruled out.
Do you know what kind of medicine it is?
Ji Qingwu's long, black hair hung down over her fair chest, partially obscuring her delicate face.
She gently covered her lips and softly uttered three words.
Zhao Mingyan's long eyebrows furrowed even deeper: "Why are you speaking so softly?"
Ji Qingwu thoughtfully considered his feelings and raised her voice slightly to explain, "His Majesty is here, and there must be many guards with him. They are all listening nearby. I'm just afraid they will hear me."
Zhao Mingyan gazed into her bright and mischievous eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly.
"Speak quickly."
He made himself say it.
Ji Qingwu said crisply, "Aphrodisiac."
Emperor Wusu's gaze flickered, a dark undercurrent flashing in his eyes.
Would an enemy assassin feed such an aphrodisiac to an unconscious emperor? He thought she had figured something out.
After a moment's thought, Zhao Mingyan knew that the problem lay with the pills that Lu Juan had retrieved from Lexi.
However, he was stabbed on the hillside in front of the temple. He took the opportunity to act and made a risky move. He had already calculated the time when he would wake up, but he remained unconscious.
It is still unknown where the error occurred.
Zhao Mingyan clarified with an unfriendly expression: "No one drugged me, and I have never used that kind of drug."
Ji Qingwu gripped the blanket tightly with her left hand to prevent it from slipping off, and patted her chest with her other hand.
He said with full confidence, "Based on my many years of medical experience, Your Majesty's pulse and symptoms correspond perfectly. There is absolutely no mistake. Your Majesty cannot deny it."
Zhao Mingyan raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows.
He said in a nonchalant tone, "You have so little self-confidence."
Ji Qingwu found this statement strange. It should be Emperor Wusu himself who lacked confidence, which is why he took this medicine before coming.
Her eyes held a raw, undisguised skepticism.
"Seeing you is enough. You are as effective as medicine, so why would I need to take that kind of medicine?"
As he spoke, Zhao Mingyan opened his arms and hugged her tightly through the blanket.
A heat crept up Ji Qingwu's ears.
He seemed dissatisfied and pulled back the covers, but she raised her arm to stop him.
Zhao Mingyan held her bright white bowl and coaxed her in a conciliatory manner, "If you don't move, I won't move."
Upon hearing his promise, Ji Qingwu obediently stopped struggling.
But in an instant, she was pressed down onto the brocade mattress.
Her eyes widened: "You..."
Emperor Wusu, however, took no further action.
He simply lay down, gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his palms against the back of her head, and pulled her into his embrace.
Because of the rampant internal energy, his skin temperature was much higher than hers, and the feeling of being held in her arms was wonderful.
A soothing and peaceful atmosphere enveloped all of Ji Qingwu's senses.
She sighed softly, wishing the object pressing against her soft belly could be as calm as its owner.
Ji Qingwu said, "His Majesty's health needs proper care; he should return as soon as possible..."
"oops!"
Before she could finish her persuasion to Emperor Wusu to return to the palace, he pinched the soft flesh on her waist.
He used quite a bit of force, which shows how much he didn't want to hear what he was saying.
Without even looking, Ji Qingwu knew that the spot on his waist was definitely red and would leave a purplish-blue mark tomorrow.
If the emperor stays here, much more will be left behind...
The two people were physically close, but their hearts were not connected.
Ji Qingwu raised her eyes to look at his cold, hard jaw and asked, "Does Your Majesty intend to stay in the Wei family forever?"
Her sweet breath brushed against his Adam's apple, and Zhao Mingyan's deep gaze fell on her smooth, porcelain-like back.
He did not respond.
Ji Qingwu calmed himself down, his palms sweating nervously.
After taking a deep breath, she spoke in a soft tone, revealing her innermost thoughts.
"Tomorrow, everyone in the manor will come to watch. The newlywed wife of the Wei family, on her wedding night, while her husband went to the border to lead troops to fight, she was having an affair at home, and the one she was having an affair with was the current emperor."
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