Chapter 357 Zhao Mingyan, what do you think I am
She didn't know who the person in the painting was, but she could feel the cherishment of Emperor Wu Su.
Ji Qingwu didn't want to look at the painting again.
She instead stared down at their hands, but as she watched, she became more and more upset.
There are many strokes on this woman's body, even her hair is lightly drawn.
Ji Qingwu's heart was sore, and his eyes were also sore.
She wanted to withdraw her hand, but he noticed it, so he held it tighter and continued to draw with her hand.
He also warned in her ear: "Don't move, it will be fine in a while."
Ji Qingwu blinked his sour eyes, shifted his gaze, and looked at the incense burner with smoke curling up.
Her hands were out of control, and her heart was out of control, but her eyes could still be controlled by her.
After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Wu Su sighed in her ear, looking very satisfied with the painting.
But he still didn't let go of her hand. He put his left hand around her waist and pressed her back so that she was completely embedded in his arms.
He asked: "Are you satisfied?"
Ji Qingwu was not only dissatisfied, but also felt like he had shot himself in the foot. If he had to ask for some kind of token, he should say a few words and then turn around and leave.
She replied: "May I ask Your Majesty, how vulgar is this?"
Zhao Mingyan was still appreciating the wax paper in front of him, and said unhurriedly: "It is an extraordinary thing, extraordinary and unconventional."
What she said was vulgar was not the same thing at all.
Ji Qingwu remained silent, but his chin was suddenly grasped by him and he gently turned him away.
After seeing the expression on her face clearly, Zhao Mingyan looked at her red eyes in surprise.
"Are you unhappy?"
Ji Qingwu said with red eyes: "No."
Zhao Mingyan compared the back of the kneeling girl in the painting with the stubborn-looking person in his arms, and shook his head in confusion.
The two people's eyes were facing each other, so Ji Qingwu could easily see the trajectory of his gaze.
He asked in a gentle tone: "Is it because I'm not good at painting?"
Ji Qingwu bit his lower lip tightly, then let it go, repeating it several times until it turned into a color that was more brilliant than a deep red cherry.
She squeezed out three words from her teeth.
"Great."
With such an obvious disagreement, Zhao Mingyan pinched her waist, his eyes deepened, and said: "Don't say those insincere words, tell the truth."
This awkward posture made Ji Qingwu's heart twist.
She removed his hand that was pressing her chin, turned her head and looked at the woman on the wax paper on the royal case.
Just by looking at her back, you can tell that, as Emperor Wu Su said, she is an extraordinary girl.
Ji Qingwu's lips trembled a few times, and his voice was not as soft as usual, and he asked: "What do you think I am?"
She could hear the heartbeat of the person behind her, and the nervous and chaotic rhythm in her chest.
Quite the opposite.
The sound was very smooth.
The Qinzheng Palace fell into an embarrassing silence.
Ji Qingwu pressed his fingers hard on the edge of the table, and his pink fingertips turned white.
She didn't wait for his answer, not even a joke.
Ji Qingwu's heart sank rapidly, as if he had fallen into a bottomless cold pool.
She slowly closed her eyes, her eyes completely plunged into darkness.
She couldn't help it any longer. The fears and repressed emotions of the past few days all came to her mind.
"Zhao Mingyan, who do you think I am?!"
As soon as the questioning words came out, the man holding her stiffened.
She easily pushed away Emperor Wu Su's arm and pushed him away. Ji Qingwu shivered due to the sudden loss of warmth.
She thought it would be difficult to ask. Some things could be kept deep in her heart and slowly resolved or dispersed over time.
But after opening this mouth, the words that followed were like a string of beads with broken strings, extremely smooth, and sputtered out.
"If you regard me as the biological mother of Yuanheng and Jiujiu, you should know how the children came to be."
At first, neither of them was willing.
Ji Qingwu took a breath and continued: "If I had other choices, I would not want to provoke you. Although I am a little bolder, you also have an heir."
"When you were in chaos and rioting, I helped you with my own life. It's time to pay back."
I heard her mention what happened in the military camp and the night in Zhaoyang Palace a while ago.
In her mind, there was actually such a calculation as repayment.
Zhao Mingyan's breathing became heavy, and his eyes were extremely heavy, casting on her thin back.
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Ji Qingwu said: "But just when I wanted to live my life peacefully, you appeared again, reminding me of many things from the past, and..."
She tried to keep her voice steady, trying to preserve some dignity for herself.
She said lowly: "It also gave me unrealistic fantasies."
Ji Qingwu thought of what she had said swornly in front of Mrs. Qiao when the Queen Mother called her to co-organize the Longevity Festival.
She wanted to give it a try and seek the king's favor.
What did she gain?
What he got was his deliberate alienation. He went to worship his ancestors, was assassinated to save the concubine, and returned to the palace injured, his life hanging by a thread.
When Ji Qingwu thought about what happened next, he didn't even have the strength to smile bitterly.
On her wedding night to Wei Ting, Emperor Wu Su appeared in front of her.
Ji Qingwu told himself that nothing was more important than his life or his survival.
Even if he was seriously injured trying to save Wei Liru, even if he still has a place for others in his heart.
Her bottom line retreated again and again, and if she took another step back, she would really be in the abyss of no return.
She opened her eyes and turned around to face him. Her eyelashes had become moist at some point, and a few tears fell down, leaving wet marks on her pink skirt.
Emperor Wu Su's eyes were pure black and he frowned at her face.
Since he didn't say anything, she just said it. She didn't want such a vain thing as dignity.
Ji Qingwu said: "Do you think I am someone who will attach my whole body to a man?"
After she returned to Lin'an, she planned to get married early so that she could be free to do what she wanted.
Only without love can one feel light, but her whole body is not feeling light now. In the final analysis, it is all because of the person in front of her.
Ji Qingwu opened his wet eyes and looked directly at him.
"Do you think I am afraid that I will not be free after entering the palace and becoming a concubine?"
Doubt first appeared in Zhao Mingyan's eyes, and then a light flashed.
Ji Qingwu opened and closed his lips and said, "This was never what I was afraid of."
"The heart is free, and it makes no difference where it is. But you weaved a big net, and after you caught my heart, you stopped caring about it."
Ji Qingwu didn't want to pretend anymore, so he took it as his final confession.
"After returning to Lin'an, you appeared in front of me again and again. Why do you treat me so differently?"
"Why should I be so upset because of your words and deeds?"
However, Ji Qingwu was not as strong as he expected, and by the end of his words, he was trembling out of tune.
She covered her face, only to realize that her face had become wet at some point, and tears were flowing down from her fingers.
"Why do I become less and less like myself?"
"Why is it always you."
Come on, come on
(End of this chapter)