Chapter 289 Stamped with the Emperor’s Gold Seal, Can You Bear It
Wei Ting looked at Yuchi Lianping's back with a complicated expression.
He lowered his head, frowned, and purple finger marks gradually appeared on the back of his hand.
It seems that the rumors that Yuchi Lianping was able to lift a cauldron with one hand when he was still underage are not false.
Lieutenant General Feng Xiang lingered at the entrance of the military tent, worried that the two generals would fight, but he saw Yuchi Lianping coming out with excitement on his face.
Feng Xiang stepped forward and said: "General."
Yuchi Lianping originally intended to be more calm, but when he opened his mouth, his big white teeth involuntarily stuck out.
"Oh? Do you even know about it? You know the news very quickly!"
Feng Xiang:.
Ever since his general learned about the assassination of Emperor Wu Su, he had not shown a smile anymore. He scolded people with a dark face every day, and suddenly became so cheerful. Feng Xiang was really puzzled.
"The eldest princess is pregnant! I'm going to be a father!"
Saying that, Yuchi Lianping gave him a slap on the back excitedly.
Before Feng Xiang had time to digest the good news, he was slapped to the ground by this palm.
"I'm going to be a father, why are you so excited? You can't stand still, you're so frizzy."
Yuchi Lianping helped the man up, gave him a few words of instruction, and walked away in a swaggering manner.
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Lin'an.
There was a slight sound in Zhaoyang Palace.
Ji Qingwu walked out of the bath in the side hall, changed into a plain white and clean middle coat, and his face was as smooth as a peach.
The eyes are like the surface of a lake under sunlight, with colors ranging from rich gold to light blue.
Ji Qingwu first looked at the dragon bed, but saw no figure of Emperor Wu Su.
Can't bear to faint?
Ji Qingwu's eyes quickly swept across the hall and spotted the figure of the man sitting on the soft couch in front of the window.
He lowered his head to pick up the pen, moving his wrist like the wind, and was writing something on the small square table. His profile was particularly handsome, and his expression was solemn, as if he had not noticed her appearance.
Ji Qingwu quietly walked closer, wanting to hide behind him and peek at what he was writing.
She just revealed a pair of appraising eyes from behind his shoulder.
Zhao Mingyan quickly dropped the Xuancheng purple hair in his hand and pulled the woman behind him who was trying to spy into his arms.
Ji Qingwu fell on his lap. Uncomfortable, she wanted to move to the side, but he held her waist and pulled her back. Her lower back was pressed against his body.
The emperor tilted his head and rested his head on the crook of her neck, speaking in a relaxed tone, as if he had concluded a major event.
"If you want to see it, just do it openly. It's been prepared for you anyway."
Prepared for her?
Ji Qingwu cast his eyes on the paper on the table. After reading two lines, he immediately turned his head.
"This is."
Zhao Mingyan's eyes swept across her face, not missing the slightest reaction from her when she saw this thing.
"You and Wei Ting have nothing to do with each other anymore."
Emperor Wu Su personally wrote a letter of reconciliation to her.
Ji Qingwu thought about waiting for Wei Ting to return from the north, or for the border war to subside, rather than just talk and break up.
But the emperor acted faster. While she was taking a bath, he had already prepared the letter of reconciliation. The words were cold and hard, and they were combined into unsparing sentences. It was more of divorce than reconciliation.
Next to the paper is the Zhangzhou Eight Treasures Ink Pad, which has been stamped with the imperial gold seal.
It is unheard of to divorce one's husband according to the decree.
Ji Qingwu felt that the emperor was just fooling around. She wanted to avoid people, but he wanted to tell the whole world.
Zhao Mingyan took her hand and pressed it towards the bright red ink pad.
"Ah Wu, come and place a fingerprint. This seal will not fade for a hundred years."
Ji Qingwu retracted his hand and said hesitantly: "Then will my fingers not fade for a hundred years?"
Zhao Mingyan wrapped his palm around her finger, squeezed it, and said to himself: "I don't know about this." Ji Qingwu blinked his bright eyes and suggested: "Then it is better to find someone to try it later, and then press it. ”
Zhao Mingyan saw through her little thoughts, but he didn't expose her either.
Because I can't take care of this for the moment.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Ji Qingwu twisted her body in his arms, took the initiative to put her arms around his neck, and pressed her delicate body against him.
Through the thin pajamas, you can tell where it is soft and smooth by touching it.
The sound of Emperor Wu Su's breathing was obvious, and the muscles in his body became even tighter, making him feel stiff all over.
What Ji Qingwu was thinking was that if he extended his head with a knife, he would also shrink his head with a knife, so it was better to start earlier.
She had already redeemed the most comprehensive Fangzhongshu in the system, and she could no longer fight an unprepared "battle" like the first time.
Besides, the system said that close contact could increase the country's luck. She wanted to see what luck would be increased this time and whether it would be beneficial to the border war.
With a tentative mood, Ji Qingwu observed the "battlefield". A soft couch for only one person to lie on was obviously not suitable.
She pointed to the bright yellow dragon bed not far away.
"Your Majesty."
When these two words came out of her soft lips, they had a kind of flattering and pitiful attitude.
Emperor Wu Su had no reason to disobey her, so he carried her to the big bed at the back of the dormitory.
The dragon bed is made of small-leaf rosewood with hollow carvings and a three-sided screen-style bed surround.
She knelt down on the mattress and found that it was not as soft as she had imagined, but it was extremely spacious and could sleep four or five people without any problem.
Zhao Mingyan stood in front of the bed, looking at the pink and tender woman in front of him.
Ji Qingwu knelt and moved a few times, reaching the bedside and trying to reach out to untie his pajamas, but he grabbed his wrist.
Zhao Mingyan's eyes were dark, and he was already aware of her abnormality. She seemed to be a different person on her own initiative.
He turned over and pressed forward, and Ji Qingwu let out a sweet cry.
This was completely different from what she had imagined. What about embracing, teasing and teasing each other as promised?
Ji Qingwu was still confused, but he had already been stripped naked. His body was as delicate as a fresh bamboo shoot, leaving marks wherever he held it.
She saw what he was about to do with her peripheral vision, and stopped with a trembling voice: "No."
In Zhao Mingyan's eyes, he could only see her red and full lips opening and closing, tempting to capture.
I could no longer hear what she was saying.
Ji Qingwu had suffered a loss in this before. She shrunk her legs and ran up, but was hit by the power of the medicine. She hit the irrational emperor, grabbed her calf, and pulled her down fiercely.
Tears flowed out in an instant.
Then, like sea water bursting from a dam, it kept rushing outward.
Ji Qingwu couldn't control his most primitive reaction at all.
Zhao Mingyan coaxed in a hoarse voice: "Relax, you can bear it."
But what is different from the gentle words of comfort is that it is as cruel as the executioner's knife.
Li Yuzong, who was guarding the door, could hear most of the movements in the palace. When he heard the sound of the woman taking in more air than out, he quickly ordered the young eunuch to prepare more ointment according to the recipe given by Lexi.
The sound in the palace suddenly stopped.
Li Yuzong raised his hand and said: "Go and prepare first."
Then, he leaned closer to the crack of the door and listened carefully to see if the Holy Father had asked someone to come in and wait on him.
Suddenly, there was another cry that suddenly turned high.
It took about half a stick of incense.
Ji Qingwu bit his lip and endured it until the end of the first chapter. The ends of his eyes were red, and there was a teardrop hanging on his eyelashes. It was so pitiful.
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