Chapter 312 I want to be by your side and have a good sleep
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Mingyan turned over, lifted up her quilt and got in.
Ji Qingwu’s eyes widened.
Is it reasonable for the emperor to leave his luxurious palace and go to the Wei family to take shelter from the rain?
Not only is it unreasonable, he also refuses to take the trouble to find a decent reason.
Ji Qingwu rolled onto the bed and said, "Even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe your majesty's words."
Zhao Mingyan pulled her whole body into his arms, wrapping her arms around her His hands and feet were close to her.
"A Wu, do you believe it?"
Ji Qingwu shook his head frankly: "Of course I don't believe it."
"A Wu doesn't believe it." Zhao Mingyan trailed off. : "Are you also under three years old?"
Ji Qingwu made a dissatisfied snort from her nose and wanted to stay away from him. Although his body was hot, the heat made her panic.
Zhao Mingyan stopped teasing her, let go of his arms and let her go, sighing deeply, as if all his fatigue and helplessness were condensed in this sigh.
"The rain outside is so heavy, I'm just staying for one night."
If Emperor Wu Su's posture remains as strong as ever, Ji Qingwu can still find a way to resist him.
But he suddenly showed weakness and was obviously not within Ji Qingwu's defense range.
Ji Qingwu was caught off guard by his sudden change of attitude. She did not stay away from him anymore, and they were half an arm's length apart.
She leaned her head sideways and looked at him.
A dark light flashed across Zhao Mingyan's eyes, and he held her hand and pressed it on her left chest.
“I haven’t slept well these past two days.”
Ji Qingwu raised his eyes and looked at his face. The shadow cast by his eyelashes looked very similar to the dark skin showing through, and his handsome face. They all looked tired.
Zhao Mingyan said: "I didn't plan to come here tonight, but it suddenly started raining heavily, and the skin and flesh here hurt terribly."
Ji Qingwu's fingers on his chest stiffened, and he raised his fingers. I don't want to press on his injured area.
She said softly: "It's like this when you have a wound. It will itch and hurt. Just bear with it and don't touch it with your hands."
But this has nothing to do with rainy days. Ji Qingwu didn't expose him.
Zhao Mingyan said: "But I always feel uneasy."
His broad palm wrapped around her fingers, gently rubbing and playing with them.
Ji Qingwu's heart beat faster due to the calluses in his hand, and his scalp was numb. The memory of being caressed all over his body by this big hand suddenly came to his mind.
Her voice was tight and she said: "The lack of peace of mind is a disease of the heart, not a disease of the skin. Your Majesty's health is not serious."
After saying that, Ji Qingwu pulled his palm down hard. But I wanted to throw it away but couldn't, and there was no suitable place to put it.
The palm immediately found a suitable place to rest it, and rested it on her curvy waist.
"I" Ji Qingwu's lips just spit out a word.
Zhao Mingyan said in a low voice: "I still have big things to do tomorrow, so I can't make any mistakes. I just want to have a good sleep next to you."
He closed his eyes and lifted his palms from his hands. She moved her waist to her back and patted her again and again, with a peaceful and comfortable smile on her lips.
What Ji Qingwu wanted to say he swallowed back.
She has not yet decided how to explain the origin of this key to Emperor Wu Su.
She directly said that she picked up Su Xiang's secret key on the road. Isn't it too incredible? It's comparable to the emperor saying that he came to Wei's house to take shelter from the rain and stay overnight.
Ji Qingwu was patted on the back gently and rhythmically, and sleepiness came over her. She looked at his face with her heavy eyelids.
These days are not easy for the emperor. What major event did he say that there should be no mistakes tomorrow?
He came to me specifically to have a good sleep.
Thinking of this, Ji Qingwu felt a little sour in his heart.
It is said that being an official is not easy, but she has always felt that being a king is not easy, and being a good emperor is even harder.
Ji Qingwu has to deal with so many annoying things every day. Just thinking about it makes Ji Qingwu’s head feel like it’s going to explode.
The hands of the person beside him gradually stopped, his breathing was long and even, and he was already asleep. Ji Qingwu couldn't hold on any longer and closed his eyes, which were blurry and sleepy.
What the hell, sleep first
When Ji Qingwu woke up, there was no trace of the emperor around him.
Only the slightly sagged bedding left traces of someone having lived there.
Ji Qingwu always felt that the bedding was tainted with that person's scent. When Xuemei came to make the bed, she sat in front of the dressing table and glanced at it unnaturally.
Xuemei said: "Madam, it rained heavily last night, even heavier than that in the afternoon. Did you sleep well?"
Ji Qingwu nodded: " Slept well ”
Xuemei said: "The grandmother next to the old lady sent someone to send a message early in the morning, asking her to come to Yiyangzhai."
Ji Qingwu asked: "Can you tell me what it is?"< br>
Xuemei said: "Mommy didn't say , the servants didn’t dare to ask.”
Ji Qingwu put down the comb in his hand and said, “I understand, I will go there in a moment.”
Because the emperor was seriously injured, the entire palace. Martial law was imposed, and studies in the study room were suspended.
Ji Qingwu had breakfast with Jiujiu, left the child in Lanzhi's care, and then went to Yiyangzhai where Mrs. Wei was.
It rained last night, and there were puddles in the potholes on the road.
Ji Qingwu carefully avoided the puddles, but some muddy water was still splashed on his shoes.
Mama Cao stood at the door, waiting for her to come forward: "Madam, the old lady is in the room, you come with me."
Ji Qingwu followed Mammy Cao Behind him, he walked to the room on the west side.
As soon as she entered the door, she was filled with the smell of burning incense. She pinched her nose and resisted the urge to sneeze.
Mrs. Wei sat on her knees on the futon, slowly turning the lustrous beads in her hand, frowning, praying for some reason.
Ms. Cao stepped lightly and approached the old lady: "Old madam, we have arrived."
Mrs. Wei put her hands together respectfully, bowed again, and then supported her. Grandma Cao raised her hand.
She did not look at Ji Qingwu and said: "Go to the teahouse next door."
A neat tea mat was decorated with purple sand tea cans, and a guqin was placed in the corner.
The body of the piano is simple, but the strings are a little loose. It looks like no one has played it for a long time.
Mama Cao added two cups of tea and then retreated.
Mrs. Wei sat down on the side where the guqin was placed and said, "Do you know why I called you here?"
Ji Qingwu sat slowly on the opposite side of her Down.
"I don't know, this junior."
Hearing Ji Qingwu's self-proclaimed name, the wrinkles on Mrs. Wei's lips deepened, and she raised her head and said, "I know you are unwilling to marry Ting'er, and you have never regarded yourself as one until now. His wife doesn’t plan to live in Wei’s house.”
These two words really spoke to her heart.
Ji Qingwu's face was as authentic as ever: "How did the old lady know that I was unwilling?"
Old Madam Wei said: "You married into the Wei family, and the dowry box you brought with you is still in the warehouse. It’s not counted yet, so I just plan to carry it back as it is.”
Ji Qingwu didn't think so deeply, but he just hadn't made time yet.
Mrs. Wei saw that her expression was calm and she was not panicked by what she said.
He said: "You don't want to get married, and I don't want you to come in. We don't like each other."
Ji Qingwu's eyebrows were filled with joy.
“That’s not as good as that”
It’s coming, it’s coming
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