Chapter 275: The misdeeds of the courtier’s wife and the emperor’s history book
The jade belt embroidered with golden dragons was thrown at Ji Qingwu's feet.
Emperor Wu Su replied naturally: "So this time, it is me who appears in front of you."
Ji Qingwu was dissatisfied with his fallacy.
She is not allowed to appear in front of him, but he can come and go as he pleases and do whatever he wants. There is no royal law.
But who makes someone the emperor?
That day, in the Zhaoyang Palace, he said such heartless words to her in front of everyone. She could sense that there was a reason for the incident and that what he said was not true.
But until the emperor was assassinated, he died of his injuries, and now he has made a mysterious recovery.
At this moment, Ji Qingwu discovered that Emperor Wu Su did not reveal anything to her before he acted.
His deep thoughts were deliberately hidden, and even if she tried her best, she couldn't see through them.
Why did he want to mess with her heart, so she had to let him do it.
The person in front of him was standing in front of the bed with loose clothes. Ji Qingwu said seriously: "But His Majesty appeared in the Wei family late at night, in the female family room in the backyard, which is inconsistent with etiquette and law."
Emperor Wu Su remained unmoved. He took off his outer robe with his right hand, revealing the middle coat and obscene trousers underneath.
Ji Qingwu stared closely at his hand as he continued to untie his shirt.
"But I already."
He neatly threw the moon-white shirt aside, his muscular body clearly visible under the light.
Ji Qingwu paused.
When I applied medicine to him before, I had never seen this healthy and thin body.
She was worried about his injuries at the time and did not look at him carefully. She was a doctor and there was no gender distinction between patients.
His broad and thick shoulders were slumped, and his lines were strong and strong. Only the left chest was still bandaged, but it did not detract from the sense of heroism at all, and on the contrary, it made the man's tall and tall body more prominent.
Ji Qingwu couldn't move his eyes away, but now was not the time to indulge in male lust.
She made fists with her hands and closed her eyes.
With a tight throat, he said: "My wife, I am already married."
Just two words.
It can make Emperor Wu Su's whole body muscles tighten instantly, and obvious veins may even pop up in his waist and abdomen.
His eyes shot out an angry cold light.
Even if Ji Qingwu didn't open his eyes, he could still feel the piercing gaze on her face.
All the friendly pretense that Emperor Wu Su had previously put on was simply removed by the word "courtesy's wife".
In the current situation, Ji Qingwu admits that it is not her fault, it may be that fate has played a trick on people, or the two of them are destined to have no connection.
But no matter what happens in the future, she has something to stick to now.
Ji Qingwu raised his eyelashes and looked at the dragon claw on the belt of the man at his feet.
She raised her voice a little to encourage herself.
"Isn't Your Majesty afraid of the imperial censor's remonstrance and the evil stains in the emperor's history books?"
Hearing this, Emperor Wu Su's lips were dyed with a wanton smile.
"So what?"
He said in a chillingly cold voice: "It has long been my turn to write the history books!"
Ji Qingwu was shocked speechless by these overbearing words.
She thought that Emperor Wu Su, like every emperor, wanted to become an emperor who would be famous throughout the ages. What was left in the history of emperors was a good name that was spread and praised.
But he didn't care about this.
So what does he care about?
Ji Qingwu had no way to retreat, and was soon forced to the corner of the bed by Emperor Wu Su, who pressed his soft waist and trapped him underneath him.
He never gave her a chance to speak again.
A heavy weight fell on her body, pressing firmly on Ji Qingwu's body. It was difficult for her to even breathe. With his lips captured by him, breathing became a luxury.
Just a moment ago, she felt that there was air flowing all over her body, but now it was airtight, hot and stuffy. A fine line of sweat formed on the tip of her nose, and she was kissed by him again.
After a little relaxation, Ji Qingwu stretched out his hand to push him. Emperor Wu Su didn't move, and the kiss became more fierce.
She could only bear all this passively, and her face soon became covered with pink clouds, which was even more eye-catching than the red brocade mattress underneath her.
Xia Zi's moon-like cheeks soon aroused Emperor Wu Su's pity.
He pinched her fair neck, Ji Qingwu raised his head and gasped. There is no tenderness and affection, it is all robbery and arrogant occupation.
It was as if he wanted to leave the deepest mark on every inch of her skin, a mark that belonged only to him.
Ji Qingwu's voice was intermittent: "Where is this? Do you still know?"
Emperor Wu Su told her personally that he knew.
Not only do you know, but you also have to risk this disgrace.
The fabric that barely protected her chest was still there, but it was wrinkled and couldn't hide anything.
Ji Qingwu's water-red silk trousers are not guaranteed either.
She made a dissatisfied sound, and the big hand on her throat tightened uncontrollably.
The second half of the sound was stuffy in the nasal cavity and slowly dissipated.
To Emperor Wu Su's ears, he felt indescribably soft.
The man's eyes were as dark as ink.
Emperor Wu Su straightened up, his muscles were solid and the barrier was deep. Along with the rhythm of his breathing, the muscles undulated and stretched.
The only obstacle in his body was removed, and his extremely aggressive wildness was completely released.
The night wind blew in from outside. She turned her head and looked at the door that made a creaking sound with blurred eyes.
This wind also awakened Ji Qingwu's reason.
She grabbed the moon-white tunic he threw beside the pillow and was about to run under the bed, but Emperor Wu Su held her down easily.
At this moment, the two of them were honest with each other, and it was obvious what would happen next.
Ji Qingwu used all his strength to push him back, leaving long bloody marks on his body when his nails scratched him.
Not long after, the smell of blood came from the tip of my nose.
It turned out to be Ji Qingwu's hand, which inadvertently touched the injury on his left chest.
There was blood seeping out of the bandage.
The bright red color was exactly the same as the red mattress under Ji Qingwu.
Emperor Wu Su seemed unaware. Seeing that she was no longer struggling, the corners of his lips raised: "What's wrong? You can't bear to let go?"
After all, the injury was on his heart, and Ji Qingwu was angry and anxious.
"Are you desperate for your life?"
Emperor Wu Su held her wrist and pressed it on his wound. When Ji Qingwu's hand touched the wet blood, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
He said in a deep voice: "The real injury is inside, and only you can heal it."
Compared with the toughness of his behavior, these words were full of affection and seemed to contain a bit of prayer.
The blood on her fingertips seemed to flow along her skin and into her heart, blending with her blood.
Ji Qingwu's eyes changed several times.
Her fingers began to caress his chest gently through the bandage.
Emperor Wu Su's tense chin relaxed slightly, enjoying her touch and comfort.
When he was half-squinting comfortably, Ji Qingwu suddenly pushed him hard.
Emperor Wu Su let out a low groan of pain.
Ji Qingwu withdrew his hand, his fingertips were hot.
Just now, it was clear that he could avoid it.
Not only did he not hide, he also moved his body and actively bumped into her right hand.
He did it on purpose!
He deliberately made her feel soft and fulfilled his wish!
Ji Qingwu: Damn it! Tickle you!
(End of this chapter)