Chapter 82 Night Raid on a Boudoir *2
Ji Qingrong wanted to invite Ji Qingwu to have dinner with her, but she declined.
Ji Qingwu felt inexplicably awkward at the thought of having to eat at the same table with this inseparable couple and forcibly intruding into their world.
After leaving the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence.
As Ji Qingwu sat in the carriage, he began to ponder the events of tomorrow.
Back at Wutong Garden, she changed into a casual light blue, thin, long-sleeved dress, sat by the kang table near the window, and pondered with her chin in her hand.
She didn't even notice when there was another person in the room.
The woman's expression was solemn. The lamplight did not soften her appearance; instead, she looked like a soldier about to go into battle.
"What are you thinking about so seriously?"
Ji Qingwu was suddenly touched on the face, and she shrank back to the window in a panic.
After looking into Emperor Wusu's deep, dark eyes, she blinked. The person in front of her hadn't disappeared; it wasn't her imagination.
The emperor entered the Wutong Garden again without a sound; the guards of the Ji family were so useless.
This distance was clearly not safe enough, so Ji Qingwu stepped back slightly before asking, "When did Your Majesty arrive?"
He's becoming more and more adept at sneaking into women's rooms at night.
"Just as you took off this silk robe."
Emperor Wusu's fingers lifted the silver-red shawl from the dress she had just changed out of.
Today he wore a moon-white silk robe with a red dragon and pearl on the collar, and his hair was tied up with a purple-gold crown. When he looked down at her, he had a feeling of looking down from a high place on the clouds.
But his eyes were frivolous and indifferent.
Ji Qingwu's ears burned as he read this.
She quickly snatched it away, crumpled the dress into a ball, and threw it to the innermost part of the tatami mat.
When Ji Qingwu returned home, no one was in the house and the doors and windows were all closed. Too lazy to walk a few more steps to the bathroom, she simply drew the curtain and changed her clothes.
But His Majesty the Emperor was there, yet he didn't say a word to remind her, watching her undress.
Thinking of this, Ji Qingwu became a little annoyed.
She moved to the inside of the soft couch, neither looking at Emperor Wusu nor speaking, but staring intently at the brocade box containing fruit on the table.
Emperor Wusu sat down opposite him at the kang table, picked up a celadon teapot decorated with lotus flowers and leaves, poured himself a cup of tea, and leisurely scraped the floating tea leaves with the lid.
He handed it to her and said good-naturedly, "I offer this tea as an apology."
Ji Qingwu glanced at the teacup, then turned his head away.
During our previous interactions, I only felt fear, and every time I went home, I felt like I had survived a disaster.
But after last night, it seems like something has gone bad.
She had cried uncontrollably in front of him, and the two of them had been so intimately close, she had been receiving his passionate and scalding kisses.
Ji Qingwu didn't know what she was thinking, but she just didn't want to talk to him.
The reason for this was that he broke into her house at night and watched her change clothes without any attempt to hide it.
If she had read enough manga, she would know that this was a sign that the woman was falling in love and wanted to appear reserved and dignified in front of her sweetheart.
Emperor Wusu did not find her disobedient. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down.
He said sternly, "I didn't expect you to start loosening your belt as soon as you entered. By the time I realized what was happening, you were already down to your undergarments. It's not appropriate to call you now."
Ji Qingwu found it hard to believe his explanation.
The gold-flecked dress she's wearing today is made of a crisp fabric and is beautiful, but it's too tight around her.
So the first thing she did when she entered the house was to take off her clothes. Because she was thinking about something, she took off her clothes as she walked, and she did so much faster than usual.
Fortunately, she didn't change into her nightgown directly, but instead changed into a light and airy long dress.
But there were still opportunities to interrupt her; it was clearly done on purpose.
Seeing that she was ignoring him with a stern face, Emperor Wusu's smile deepened, and he said in a low voice, "If an apology won't work, how about I take my clothes off for you to see?"
What he takes off, who wants to see...?
Ji Qingwu finally looked at him, feeling extremely ashamed.
But his mouth seemed to be acting on its own, stubbornly saying, "Your Majesty's suggestion is excellent."
Emperor Wusu's eyes brightened considerably at his unexpected gain. He took her hand and placed it on his jeweled belt embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, and said with a smile, "Awu, why don't you do it yourself?"
Ji Qingwu and he had not seen each other for three days.
Suddenly, his fingers were held by her, and the heat from her ears spread to her face, turning it bright red.
She tried to pull her hand back, but he pressed it even harder against her waist.
Emperor Wusu generously said, "Why don't you take them off? Didn't you say you wanted to pull down my pants? I'm giving you that chance."
Ji Qingwu was so ashamed he wanted to disappear. He even brought up the nonsense he had said while drunk.
Seeing that she was about to burn herself, Emperor Wusu stopped teasing her. With a little force, he lifted her up and sat her on his lap, holding her in his arms.
He asked unhurriedly, "What have you been doing at home these past few days?"
"Didn't His Majesty send guards to keep watch over them? Didn't they report this?"
His fingers stroked her long hair as he said gently, "But I want to hear you speak."
Ji Qingwu replied softly, "Unlike Your Majesty, who is busy with state affairs and has nothing to do all day but eat and sleep, I am not busy with state affairs."
"Is this a complaint that I didn't come to see you sooner?"
Ji Qingwu was taken aback; so that's what she meant to him.
She said, "I am too grateful to Your Majesty to dare to complain."
"Then tell me, what do you want to thank me for?" Emperor Wusu pressed.
She lowered her eyes silently and murmured, "There are many things I should thank His Majesty for."
Ji Qingwu suddenly realized that the emperor had helped her in many ways, both tangibly and intangibly.
He taught her to draw a bow and arrow at a palace banquet, helped her escape punishment after Princess Qingyun fell into the water, and rescued her from danger on a dragon boat...
She turned around to face him directly and said earnestly, "Your Majesty, if you wish to express your gratitude, I will do whatever it is within my power."
The room was brightly lit, but his eyes were terribly dark.
He said in a low voice, "I am not the kind of person who takes advantage of kindness."
Then, Emperor Wusu tightened his arms around her, as if he wanted to hold her in his embrace and never let go.
His chest was warm and hot, as if pressing down on her heart.
Ji Qingwu stayed quietly in his room.
After a while, he lowered his head and chuckled softly, "However, if Awu wants to repay me with his own body, I might as well accept it."
Ji Qingwu's idea of "repayment" was not in this way.
She raised her head, her watery eyes wide, and clarified, "This humble woman is not the kind of person who would repay kindness with her body."
The woman's breath brushed against his chin and neck. Emperor Wusu lowered his eyes and stared at her for a long time before suddenly raising his hand and cupping her face in his hands.
Ji Qingwu knew what was going to happen, but her body was no longer under her willpower and was simply following her instincts.
She reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, her soft body pressed against his warm embrace.
Emperor Wusu's body trembled, and he leaned down to find her lips.
Ji Qingwu turned his head, rested his chin on the crook of his neck, and brought it close to his ear.
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