Chapter 37 Don't touch me randomly, close your eyes.
The carriage was dimly lit, and the curtains were completely opaque.
Ji Qingwu remained bent over, her eyes wide open, trying to see clearly whether there was anyone inside the carriage.
It was as if no one was there.
The carriage was quite warm inside, but since she had mistakenly entered someone else's carriage, she couldn't stay too long, and she was about to leave.
Suddenly, something tripped him.
In the moment she lost her balance, she was still thinking that she hadn't noticed anything hidden under her feet when she came in...
However, there was no pain as expected; instead of falling to the ground, she pounced on someone.
To be precise, she pounced on the man's well-proportioned and powerful thigh.
There was someone inside the car!
Ji Qingwu was anxious to find a foothold to stand up, but since he couldn't see, he could only grope around with his hands.
I don't know where it touched, but I heard a slightly hoarse groan.
In the confined space where one cannot see, it appears exceptionally clear and alluring.
"Don't touch me randomly."
The man hissed.
Ji Qingwu also felt embarrassed, and she weakly explained, "I didn't mean to touch you. I can't see. I just wanted to stand up first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage suddenly became brightly lit.
The man produced a luminous pearl from somewhere.
Using the light, Ji Qingwu could also see the carriage clearly. The walls were made of gorgeous silk and embroidery, and the ceiling was decorated with exquisite dragon and phoenix carvings.
She suddenly looked up and saw an incomparably handsome face.
Gone was its sharp, cold demeanor during the day; under the light of the luminous pearl, it was as smooth and lustrous as jade.
The tall man leaned against the couch in the center of the carriage, gazing at her silently.
Ji Qingwu was dumbfounded.
She racked her brains but still couldn't figure out why she would see the emperor in a carriage parked in front of the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence!
Emperor Wusu also saw her appearance clearly at this moment.
The woman tilted her head back, her rosy lips slightly parted in surprise, her watery eyes filled with a shimmering light, and a few strands of hair playfully fell down to her ears.
Her soft body was lying on his lap, her breathing a little rapid.
She is both innocent and alluring, instantly arousing strange thoughts in people.
Emperor Wusu's Adam's apple bobbed.
He commanded in a low voice, "Aren't you getting up?"
Ji Qingwu realized that her posture was too indecent, so she quickly moved her hand away, not daring to touch his legs again. She supported herself on the couch and got up, her face flushed, and retreated to the corner of the carriage.
With the soft warmth gone from between his legs, Emperor Wusu frowned again.
Seeing his expression, Ji Qingwu thought she had offended the emperor. In addition, she had a "previous record", so she shrank back and simply pressed her back against the side wall.
Eager to prove her innocence, she said, "Your Majesty, it's all my fault for not recognizing you. Otherwise, even if I had fallen and broken myself on the ground, I wouldn't have fallen on you."
Emperor Wusu gave her a cold glance.
If it weren't him, but someone else, she could have justifiably "thrown herself into his arms"?
Whether it was the cold gaze or the chilly walls of the room, Ji Qingwu shivered.
"Come sit here."
Ji Qingwu hunched his shoulders and cautiously moved closer to sit to his right, where there was at least enough room for one more person to sit between them.
The emperor didn't speak, and she didn't dare to utter a sound either.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was somber. A faint fragrance wafted past Ji Qingwu's nose. She tilted her head slightly and looked at Emperor Wusu.
The man frowned impatiently, as if trying to calm himself down. He was dressed in a simple dark blue brocade robe, with no jade ornaments at his waist, only a sachet, from which a faint fragrance wafted.
She noticed her gaze lingering on his waist and hips.
Emperor Wusu's voice sharpened.
"Close your eyes."
Ji Qingwu didn't know why he wanted her to close her eyes, but a higher-ranking official could crush a lower one, and this was the emperor, who was above all officials. She had no choice but to obey.
She obediently closed her eyes slowly, her long, black eyelashes trembling slightly, as if revealing her unease. She heard the sound of fabric rustling and the light clinking of teacups.
Emperor Wusu downed a cup of cold tea. After the tea soothed his throat and calmed his mind, he looked at the person beside him.
When those soft, bright eyes are closed, that face is no longer so unsettling.
A thousand years of unparalleled beauty.
Born into a prestigious family, he fought on the battlefield in his youth, achieving great fame and renown. Countless beautiful women took the initiative to throw themselves at him, but his face alone was not enough to make him so restless.
You can recognize a person's face but not their heart. The first skill to learn in the art of being an emperor is to understand people's hearts.
By observing the eyes, one can discern the mind. The eyes are the palace of rest and wandering; a single glance can reveal good from evil, purity from impurity.
Ji Qingwu's eyes were truly beautiful; a casual glance from them was like a flowing sleeve, reaching straight into one's heart.
Emperor Wusu held a white jade cup in his hand, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
If he hadn't been able to recognize her skill in disguise, he probably would have died countless times from assassination attempts by traitors.
These eyes are unique, one of a kind in the world.
How could he not recognize him?
Moreover, he had seen the captivating beauty of those eyes when they were filled with emotion, but the person whose gaze was upon was not him.
"Open your eyes," the man said in a deep voice.
Ji Qingwu had kept her eyes closed for too long, and when she opened them, her eyelids were still a little heavy. She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering, her eyes shining brightly, even more radiant than a luminous pearl.
She then realized that she might have accidentally touched the emperor, making him feel that she was in his way.
He reacted with such annoyance to such a small touch.
Back then, she was...
Thinking about it this way, Ji Qingwu couldn't stop. Her face started to burn. Once a person's mind is in turmoil, they will make conversation even when they have nothing to say and start talking a lot.
She broke the silence and asked, "Your Majesty, why have you come here?"
Emperor Wusu retorted, "Can't I come?"
“Since I am here, all land under heaven belongs to the king.” Ji Qingwu asked again dryly, “Your Majesty, have you seen the Marquis’s carriage? I couldn’t find it when I went out, so I mistakenly got into your carriage.”
The coachman had already been taken away by Li Yuzong for tea.
Emperor Wusu coldly replied, "I didn't see it."
Seeing that he didn't want to talk to her, she realized that it was true. She had mistakenly entered the emperor's carriage and disturbed his peace. If she were resting, she wouldn't want to be disturbed either.
Ji Qingwu said, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, so I'll head home now. You should also return to the palace to rest. I'll take my leave now."
Just as he finished speaking and was about to leave, the person behind him suddenly spoke up.
The sound was even more chilling than the biting evening breeze.
"Is it really that good-looking?"
Ji Qingwu stopped and turned back to look at him in confusion. The question came out of nowhere and didn't make any sense. What was interesting?
Seeing that she didn't react for a long time, her clear eyes filled with confusion, she tilted her head and looked at him blankly.
Emperor Wusu put down his teacup, crossed his arms, and kindly gave her a hint.
"You have to look at it from a distance, six rows away."
"When performing, you should also turn your head to look."
The man spoke slowly, but his expression was chillingly cold.
What is this talking about?
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