The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 441 Setting 39 The Deathly Power Official Wants to Be a Good Man (19)

In the second year of Qingyuan, Yuan Jin resigned from the court for the third time and returned to his hometown, and Zhao Jing resigned from his seat for the third time to persuade him to stay.

After the court, Zhao Jing rushed to the Qingming Hall angrily, and halfway there, his anger disappeared.

When Ji Qiuwei entered the palace, he gave her the right to choose her own bedroom.Then, she chose to live in the Qingming Hall which is farthest from her bedroom.

Thinking about it now, Ji Qiuwei was a little too shrewd.

Ji Qiuwei, who heard the biography of the servant, burned incense and took a bath, waiting for the emperor to arrive.

Zhao Jing walked to the entrance of Qingming Hall and saw the concubine in plain clothes standing under the wall of roses, looking like a butterfly about to flutter. For a moment, she forgot why she came.

Although Ji Qiuwei is his imperial concubine, the two of them rarely meet in the harem.

He couldn't even remember when and where the two met last time.Not to mention paying attention to Ji Qiuwei's attire.

"Your Majesty, it's cold outside, go in and drink some tea to warm yourself up." Ji Qiu persuaded softly.

Regardless of whether the emperor came to trouble her today, as a concubine, she always had to think about the king's health.

"You are considerate." Zhao Jing stepped into the inner hall under the guidance of the maid.

The light and elegant fragrance of jasmine filled the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help but stretch his brows.

"Bring the tea set, I'll make tea for the emperor myself." Ji Qiu whispered to his personal maid.

Zhao Jing has plenty of time today, so naturally he is not in a hurry, so he wants to see her performance.

The exquisite tea set was placed on the low table, and the woman in plain clothes knelt on the futon, rolled up her sleeves skillfully, picked up the tea set and began to clean it.

She was dressed plainly today, her makeup was very light and elegant, and she didn't wear any jade bracelets or other accessories on her hands. Her complexion was as transparent as snow, but it was more lively and warm than snow.So the normal movements of shaking the cup and tea soup with tender white fingers are very beautiful.

A quarter of an hour later, the steaming clear tea soup filled the tea bowl and was slowly pushed to Zhao Jing.

"The emperor invites you to drink tea."

Zhao Jing stared at the tea soup and moved his fingers, but his face was put on airs, "Who taught you the art of making tea?"

"Master Ji." Although she entered the palace in the name of Yuan Jin's adopted daughter, she could never call out "father".

"Yuan Jin?" Zhao Jing picked up the tea bowl and shook it to dissipate heat, then swallowed it up, eating the taste, "Why didn't he teach me before?"

"You are a king, and what you learn is to govern the country. Things like making tea should be taught to our daughter's family."

The scented tea tasted sweet, but it was sweet but not greasy. Zhao Jing lightly pursed his lips to savor it, and asked curiously, "What else did he teach you?"

Ji Qiu blinked slightly, and replied with what Yuan Jin taught her: "He taught me a lot. Come to Qingming Hall a few more times, you will know."

"Hmph." Zhao Jing snorted unconvinced, but he was thinking about when to come again next time.

In the past, I thought Ji Qiuwei was an annoying woman, but today I find that she is kind of cute.

Ji Qiu poured another cup for him knowingly and softly, and persuaded gently: "It's cold, you can have another cup."

"Since my beloved concubine advises me, I will have another drink." Zhao Jing said that she was too upright, so she drank it all.

This was the first time Ji Qiuwei saw Zhao Jing looking so childish, and she couldn't help turning her back and snickering.With sharp eyes, she noticed that the people in her own palace were also secretly lowering their heads and chuckling.

Zhao Jing didn't realize that they were laughing at her. She just thought that Ji Qiuwei was too happy about her arrival and did not dare to face the holy face.

Therefore, he coughed openly and hoped that his beloved concubine would be more sensible and pour a bowl of hot tea.

"Your Majesty, you must not catch cold. Why don't you have another drink." Ji Qiuwei, who had already restrained his expression, persuaded him sincerely, and he really looked like a loving concubine who cared about the king.

Zhao Jing nodded solemnly, "From now on, my concubine will make hot tea for me to drive away the cold."

Thinking of this, Zhao Jing couldn't help complaining that the palace servants serving in front of her were all as clumsy as wood.

Since entering the palace, his life has not been as comfortable as in Ji Mansion.

At least when he was in Ji Mansion, his basic necessities of life were properly arranged.

Regarding this point, Zhao Jing misunderstood.

It's not that the palace people don't know how to serve, but they don't understand the new emperor's temper, so they don't dare to serve more.

Ji Qiuwei thought about the difficulty of the palace people, and responded: "If you don't worry about my concubine, I will let my concubine take care of your basic necessities of life in the future."

Zhao Jing took a serious look at her, seeing that she didn't seem to be telling a lie, he hummed indiscriminately, and walked out of the palace gate.

"What's the matter with the emperor, he came and left in a hurry. I didn't see him say anything to you." The close maid said she was puzzled while collecting the tea set.

Ji Qiuwei, who didn't miss Zhao Jing's flustered face, smiled without saying a word.

That look and expression is really somewhat similar to Yuan Jin.

The close maid couldn't help but slander in her heart: the master's temperament is getting closer and closer to Mr. Ji's.

An hour later, the luxurious soft sedan quietly entered Ji's mansion.

Was it Emperor Zhao Jing or someone who walked out of the soft sedan chair.

Yuan Jin, who had been waiting under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree for a long time, turned to look at the young emperor, who also looked back at him.

Tonight, he was wearing a light purple robe wrapped with gold. Under the moonlight, his appearance was dazzling and radiant. His figure was like a twig or an orchid, and he seemed to have a vaguely celestial appearance.

No, no, he wants to be with him for the rest of his life.The thoughts in Zhao Jing's mind became more and more crazy, and his steps became faster and faster.

"It's more serious, you shouldn't have come tonight." He just walked to the young man's side, and he heard the young man's advice.

He just smiled, imitating the youthful appearance before, smiling without saying a word, suddenly recalling Ji Qiuwei's tea making skills, jealous, "You have never made tea for me."

The young man persuaded him not to listen, so he stopped persuading, and said compassionately: "That's all, since you've come, go in and sit down."

Zhao Jing had always known that although he seemed to be repulsive to others, he was actually the easiest to be soft-hearted. As familiar as before when he was still in the house, she held up his sleeves and said coquettishly: "You can make a pot of scented tea for me tonight."

"Your Majesty..." Yuan Jin's eyes fell on his sleeves, his eyes were dark and deep.

"You are not allowed to reject me." The young emperor knew that he wanted to say that his actions were "unreasonable". Ever since he ascended the throne, he was tired of hearing these four words, but now he held on even tighter, wishing to be with him Skin to skin, with him... After a few breaths, he hummed: "I am the emperor, what I say is the truth."

For the sake of the youth, he accepted a woman he didn't like into the palace; for the sake of the youth, he acted in front of the wise and mighty emperor;

His cool eyes fell on the young man's white side face, and the madness that had been suppressed gradually sprouted vines around his heart.

Yuan Jin pretended not to see the madness flashing in his eyes and led him into his study.

(End of this chapter)