Chapter 434 Hungry? Why didn't Your Majesty remind me?
Emperor Wusu seemed oblivious to Wei Ting's lapse in composure. He tossed the spear to his deputy, Feng Xiang, and left with the words, "You all keep practicing," before striding down from the platform.
Feng Xiang put the spear back on the weapon rack, turned around and saw Wei Ting's back stiff, his eyes fixed on the emperor's back.
He couldn't help but ask with concern, "General Wei?"
Wei Ting responded, but his gaze remained fixed on the scene.
Feng Xiang said, "General, are you feeling unwell? If you are, you should go back and rest as soon as possible. The battle with Xijin will resume soon. There are not many generals in Beili who can lead troops. You should take care of your health."
Seeing that Wei Ting remained silent and unresponsive, the corners of her mouth, which usually held a smile, were now pursed into a tight line.
Feng Xiang hissed as he looked in the direction Wei Ting was looking.
Emperor Wusu had already strode to the southwest corner of the training ground, caught a woman who was peeping, and cornered her against the wall.
Feng Xiang thought for a moment and said, "General Wei is curious about this girl's identity? She's the one the Emperor brought back to the camp yesterday. I heard she's Princess Qingyun's person."
The woman's figure was mostly obscured, with only half of her skirt visible, making it impossible to see her face.
Feng Xiang chuckled as he spoke, "My tent is close to the Emperor's, and I heard the noise at night. General Wei is to the east, so he certainly didn't hear it."
If he hears this...
Wei Ting couldn't hold back the blood that was welling up inside him, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Feng Xiang exclaimed in surprise, "General, your injury is so serious! You should get treatment quickly! I'll stay here!"
Feng Xiang quickly pushed Wei Ting away so that he could get treatment for his injuries.
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Ji Qingwu was lost in thought when the steamed bun he was holding, with only one bite left, was suddenly snatched away.
She exclaimed in surprise, "This is mine—"
Upon seeing Emperor Wusu suddenly appear before him, Ji Qingwu immediately suppressed his annoyance and asked with a smile, "Is Your Majesty hungry?"
After practicing with the spear for so long, you must be tired and hungry.
Ji Qingwu hurriedly presented another large bun from the oiled paper, as if it were a treasure.
"There's more here."
Zhao Mingyan didn't take it, but said, "The one in A-Wu's hand is still the most delicious."
Ji Qingwu was confused. They were all the same kind of steamed buns, so why differentiate between this bite and that bite?
She tilted her head back and asked, "Isn't Your Majesty going to eat?"
Zhao Mingyan saw that she was only focused on smiling sweetly and looked a little silly.
But he was also infected by her good mood, and couldn't help but smile, a small curve, but enough to let people know that he was happy.
"You keep it for yourself; I've already had breakfast."
Seeing that there was still a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, glistening in the sunlight, Ji Qingwu took out a handkerchief from the cuff of his wide sleeve.
"Your Majesty, please wipe your sweat."
Zhao Mingyan did not answer, but instead looked at her with a slightly darkened gaze.
Ji Qingwu quickly shook the handkerchief in her hand, and the fragrance of medicine mixed with the scent of flowers and fruits spread to the noses of the two of them.
She explained, "It's clean and hasn't been used yet."
"You come and wipe me."
Zhao Mingyan's voice suddenly rose considerably.
Ji Qingwu didn't think much of it and just wiped her sweat. She had asked him for favors so many times last night, and he had personally cleaned her up and made her bed. She was just returning the favor.
Ji Qingwu tiptoed and reached out to wipe his sweat, the handkerchief tracing his handsome features.
She was focused and meticulous, not missing a single spot on her face that hadn't been wiped clean.
Therefore, they did not notice that someone was passing by behind them, pausing repeatedly.
Zhao Mingyan lowered his head, enjoying the gentle wiping motion, and even rubbed his face against her palm.
Ji Qingwu rarely saw him act childishly, so she chuckled and gently patted his head.
"Your Majesty, please turn your head."
The area where the hair meets the earlobe tends to sweat easily, so it's best to dab it with a handkerchief.
Zhao Mingyan turned his head obediently, and his eyes met Wei Ting's. Wei Ting raised his long eyebrows, looking quite pleased with himself.
Ji Qingwu's hand suddenly stopped. Her eyes flickered as she looked at the scratches on the back of his neck. How come there were two more now...?
Ji Qingwu looked at her fingers. Her nails were round and full, and only the burn on her right index finger still had white spots.
After what happened last night, she lay in bed, feeling drowsy, but the emperor took her hand and patiently trimmed her nails.
At that time, she thought Emperor Wusu had some kind of unspeakable obsessive-compulsive disorder, but it turned out that it was because she had scratched him.
Ji Qingwu bit her lower lip and said, "Why didn't Your Majesty remind me?"
Zhao Mingyan asked, amused, "What should I remind you of?"
Ji Qingwu was speechless for a moment before saying, "Remind me not to scratch you."
Zhao Mingyan said, "I've reminded you to relax a hundred times, but it's no use; you're still so tight..."
Ji Qingwu hurriedly covered his lips with a handkerchief, her watery eyes sparkling as she looked at him with a hesitant expression.
Zhao Mingyan pulled down her wrist and kneaded her delicate wrist bones in his large palm.
He joked, "Even if I reminded him, Ah Wu couldn't do it, besides, this represents..."
He whispered the rest of the sentence in her ear.
It's absolutely ear-piercing!
Ji Qingwu was so embarrassed that she trembled slightly.
Whether Emperor Wusu was cold or passionate, he could stir her heart.
Ji Qingwu picked up a handkerchief to fan herself, intending to cool down, but when her eyes fell on the bloodstains on his neck, she guiltily looked away.
It's no exaggeration to say that this red mark could be clearly seen by someone half a meter away from Emperor Wusu.
Moreover, the mark left by the wolf's scratch on the side must have been treated with ointment. Now that the scab has fallen off, only a faint mark remains, which makes the red marks she scratched out even more obvious.
Ji Qingwu said with a puzzlement, "Why do I feel that His Majesty's inner robe collar is a bit wider than yesterday?"
Zhao Mingyan raised an eyebrow and said casually, "Awu is a doctor, doesn't he know that wounds need to be ventilated and aired out to heal faster?"
Ji Qingwu nodded slowly, feeling that what he said was both right and something else seemed a little off.
At this moment, a general walked over and stopped three zhang away from the two men, cupped his hands and said, "This humble general greets Your Majesty."
Ji Qingwu quietly hid behind the corner of the wall behind the emperor, but he pulled her out, and she could only stand beside him.
"What is it?"
Zhao Mingyan's voice returned to its cold and distant tone.
The general said, "Your Majesty, General Wei is unwell and has returned to his tent to rest. General Wei sent me to inquire whether the wolf Your Majesty brought back yesterday is not eating or drinking and whether a veterinarian should be called to take a look."
As Zhao Mingyan was pondering, he was suddenly beckoned to the side by the person next to him.
Ji Qingwu winked at him.
“Your Majesty, if one thing is understood, everything will be understood. Beasts and humans are not that different. Why don’t we go and take a look together?”
When Zhao Mingyan heard her change her address to "we," he nodded and said, "That's fine."
The group went together to the place where the wolves were kept, in a low warehouse next to the military camp's stable.
The general stepped forward and removed the black cloth covering the cage. Upon seeing the light, the wolf immediately let out a dangerous growl.
Ji Qingwu sized up the wolf with a leather hood and iron chain around its neck. It was silver-gray all over and twice the size of an ordinary wolf, clearly a wolf king.
"Is this the wolf that injured His Majesty?"
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