Chapter 47 I want to marry someone when I see one
Such a soft attitude.
Anything more would be artificial, and anything less would be unattractive.
He Yibai makes steel and turns it into softness around his fingers.
Emperor Wu Su nodded slightly.
Ji Qingwu's eyes immediately brightened, and he whispered softly: "Your Majesty has said that I am stupid. I am definitely not as talented and wise as your Majesty. I would like to ask your Majesty to clarify." It's so well done that people don't feel offended.
Ji Qingwu is quite talented in this field.
A pair of dark pupils are staring at you, full of trust and dependence, making the person being looked at unable to bear to live up to her friendship.
Emperor Wu Su looked at her and said slowly: "There are ways, it depends on whether you dare."
Ji Qingwu didn't want to be spanked tomorrow, so he asked urgently: "What can we do?"
"Come here."
Where to go?
His Majesty the Emperor did not explain clearly.
Ji Qingwu had misunderstood just now. Now he didn’t dare to think about anything else, so he immediately agreed and followed him.
By the time we arrived at the entrance of Zhaoyang Hall, night had fallen.
The lights in the main hall were bright, and two palace ladies stood beside the red door.
Ji Qingwu thought of the maids on night duty mentioned by Eunuch Li, and looked at them a few more times.
After looking at it, I realized that those who could serve the emperor were all pretty. Judging from their appearance, they were no worse than the ladies from aristocratic families, so I believed what Eunuch Li said.
Enter the back of the palace.
Ji Qingwu was the only one left in the huge palace, and even Li Yuzong withdrew.
The west hall is made up of layers of low-hanging gauze curtains, and a dragon bed with brocade quilts stacked on it can be vaguely seen.
Ji Qingwu somehow remembered what Yuchi Lianping said that day at the princess's mansion, and when he got on the dragon bed, nine lives were not enough.
She He quickly moved his eyes away and looked at the shiny masonry on the ground warmly.
Emperor Wu Su returned to the book desk and sat down. The ancient books that had been thrown to the ground earlier had been picked up by the palace servants and placed on the table again.
The bookcase is very wide, with white rosewood branches and purple sandalwood draped over it. One is yellow, one is black, one is warm, one is cold, and the top is as flat as a mirror.
The man pressed his fingers on it and tapped it a few times.
Ji Qingwu understood immediately, walked up to him, lowered his head and asked softly: "Your Majesty, what should I do to make the Queen Mother spare me?"
Emperor Wu Su But first he asked about other things.
"When did you get engaged? I have never heard that the Ji family has ever done anything to ask for fame."
This is what she said in desperation before at Taiye Lake.
Ji Qingwu said: "Now, it is still a verbal agreement."
Emperor Wu Su raised his eyebrows and said: "Does a verbal agreement count? I have never heard of any young lady's engagement. It was decided verbally, not with a single stroke of paper."
Originally, she and Li Chengxun just communicated their minds, and they would start preparing the necessary things for the early stage of the marriage negotiation in the next few days.
But it never occurred to me that Princess Qingyun actually fell in love with Mr. Li and learned about their relationship. I don’t know where the news was leaked.
After the Queen Mother's birthday banquet, they wanted to "rob people" with such great fanfare.
Seeing that she was distracted, Emperor Wu Su said coldly: "I am asking you something."
Ji Qingwu nodded with a serious face: "The verbal agreement counts. I recognize it. Although He is not as good as your majesty, but my daughter believes in him."
The words "I believe in him" made Empress Wu Su clenched her teeth.
But Ji Qingwu didn't realize at all that she had no ambitions or persistent pursuits, but she was always consistent in keeping her word.
After a while, Emperor Wu Su said calmly: "Only sincerity can break through the world's hypocrisy, and only truth can break through the world's emptiness. Miss Ji takes the promise seriously, which is a blessing for that person."
Gong Lantern Under this, the woman's face became more radiant.
Emperor Wu Su looked away for a long time. The darkness in his eyes faded little by little, and he returned to his cold and dignified appearance.
There was silence in the palace for a long time, until Ji Qingwu felt his neck was sore. Only then did she hear a deep voice asking her.
"You really want to marry him?"
It was just a verbal agreement, but he did not hesitate to argue with Princess Qingyun, and even turned against the Queen Mother.
The price is not that high.
Ji Qingwu replied ambiguously: "Mr. Li is naturally good, otherwise Princess Qingyun would not want to marry him."
Emperor Wu Su said sarcastically: "Under the sun, There are so many good men, Miss Ji wants to marry one if she wants to meet one.”
If she thought about these words carefully, Ji Qingwu could tell that something was wrong, but just as the drums were beating outside, she felt really anxious.
She wrinkled her little face and asked urgently: "Your Majesty, what exactly is the method you mentioned?"
Emperor Wu Su said nothing, and his face became cold again.
If it were normal, Ji Qingwu would have been forced to lower his head by the emperor's cold gaze.
But time waits for no one, so she mustered up the courage to get closer, carefully reached out her hand, and held his sleeve.
The hands pressed on the man's bamboo-green robe are as warm as jade, with a splendor that cannot be matched by brocade.
Emperor Wu Su glanced sideways, raised his forearm, and easily pulled back the corner of clothing material.
The smooth and soft brocade was pulled out from Ji Qingwu's palm. The force was not heavy, but she felt it was burning in her hand.
I don’t even want her to touch my clothes.
Outside the palace gate.
Li Yuzong was holding a tray in his hand with a pile of clothes folded on it, followed by two palace attendants.
Emperor Wu Su said: "Come in."
After Li Yuzong entered the palace, he said: "Miss Ji, here are the changes of clothes prepared for you in advance."
The skirt inside was still damp, and it was really uncomfortable to wear. Ji Qingwu said gratefully: "Thank you, Eunuch Li."
Then, he turned to look at the emperor to see if she could move, and she had to listen to his words.
Emperor Wu Su picked up the ancient book on the corner of the table and opened it to the original page. He frowned and didn't want to pay attention to her anymore.
"Go ahead. Your Majesty ordered this to be prepared. He must have agreed to it." Li Yuzong said in a low voice.
Ji Qingwu nodded, and the two palace servants led her into the soup pool in the west hall.
After the figure disappeared, Emperor Wu Su stared at the ancient book and frowned impatiently.
She took the initiative to get close to him because of her engagement with another man.
The Qiu Jin handwriting in his eyes became particularly hateful.
It seemed that Emperor Wu Su wanted to throw this extinct orphan that he had worked so hard to find into the candlelight aside.
There are baths in the east and west halls, and Beili is centered on the east, so the east hall has a larger imperial bath.
But it can only be used by the emperor and empress, and others are not eligible to enter.
The entire bathhouse in the west hall is paved with clear jade-like white stone, with white stone steps on each side.
The bottom of the bathing pool is full of reliefs of fish, dragons, flowers and birds, but there is no phoenix. As the water ripples, the dragon pattern and flower shadows all over the pool sway, giving it a unique flavor.
This soup pool is already exquisite. I wonder how beautiful the emperor’s imperial soup will be.
The palace servant who was serving the bather came forward and wanted to untie her robe.
Ji Qingwu hid, held it apart with his hands, and said, "I won't bother the palace people, I can do it myself."
She wasn't shy, she was just not used to being touched by others. Own.
Moon-white outer robe, green silk sash, translucent long skirt, lining, and small clothes, layer by layer, fell on the edge of the bath one by one.
Long legs, slim waist, slim figure, and a back that is more beautiful and flawless than jade.
(End of this chapter)