When Emperor Joan of Arc heard the voice, he turned his head to look at Cheng Jin, who walked in, and Wen Qingwu, who followed behind him. The two walked to the hanger with regular clothes one after the other, Cheng Jin stretched out his hand to pick up the clothes and put them in the crook of his arm, gave Wen Qingwu a try, and asked her to get the underwear next to her.

Wen Qingwu understood, and then picked up his underwear and walked behind Chengjin.

"Chengjin, you step aside." Emperor Joan of Arc still crossed his waist and turned his head and said nonchalantly.

Cheng Jin turned his head and looked at Wen Qingwu: "Yes." As she spoke, she handed the clothes in her hand to Wen Qingwu and walked out quietly. Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at Wen Qingwu.

Wen Qingwu looked at the pile of clothes in his hand, although he was a man, he was all a maid serving and wearing clothes. Even if you know how to wear it, it's not the costume of this dynasty.

After waiting for a moment and seeing that there was no movement behind him, Emperor Zhende turned his head and looked at Wen Qingwu looking at a pile of clothes in his hand, frowning and looking puzzled.

"What, you don't want to change my clothes?" Emperor Zhende looked at Wen Qingwu's expression, thinking that Wen Qingwu was unwilling to change his clothes, and his face suddenly turned dark.

Wen Qingwu didn't look up to know Emperor Zhende's expression, and knelt down: "No." ”

"Why is that?" Emperor Joan of Arc condescendingly looked at Wen Qingwu kneeling on the ground, with a green pendant pinned to the top of his head. There is nothing else at all, if there is no dispensable Cui Tian, there is a complete plain appearance. The Son of Heaven was an offensive move.

It's really not at all the consciousness of those who are pleasing to themselves.

Wen Qingwu lowered his head, listened to Emperor Zhende's words, and whispered: "Sumire, you won't change your clothes." ”

Emperor Joan of Arc thought that Wen Qingwu was unwilling, but he didn't think that this person wouldn't be able to do it at all, so he was stunned at first: "You are a slave and maid, you can't even change clothes, so what kind of slave and maid should you be?" ”

Wen Qingwu heard the words and replied: "I must study hard when I go back." ”

Emperor Joan of Arc looked at Wen Qingwu, she still lowered her head and knelt on the ground honestly. If you don't know her, you must think that she is a well-behaved woman.

"Don't look back, just come and learn now."

Emperor Joan of Arc's strong voice came over his head, and Wen Qingwu breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

"Put down that pile of clothes in your hand first." Emperor Joan of Arc said: "Take off the clothes on my body first." ”

"Yes." Wen Qingwu responded, put down the pile of clothes in his hand, and stepped forward to take off Emperor Joande's clothes. Fortunately, the clothes he wore were all simple in style, and they were peeled off in a few clicks.

Emperor Joan of Arc kept looking at Wen Qingwu's face, and Wen Qingwu was pale from beginning to end until he finished taking off Emperor Joan of Arc's clothes.

The clothes were taken off one by one, revealing the strong chest and back of Emperor Joan of Arc. Emperor Joan of Arc has just turned forty this year, and he is in the prime of life, and his muscles are even stronger. Only the scarred ravines on the dry Gobi that have been dried by the scorching sun are criss-crossed and of different shades.

Wen Qingwu still didn't blink his eyes.

Emperor Joan of Arc was dissatisfied: "Okay, okay, hurry up and change your clothes." Do you want to freeze to death on a cold day? ”

"Yes." Wen Qingwu responded, turned around and picked up the clean underwear for Emperor Joan of Arc to put on, and when she tied the strap of the underwear, her eyes fell on a scar on Emperor Zhende's chest. The scar looked like it had been cut with a knife, and it should have been so deep that the new flesh that had healed from the scar was bulging. It's like an ugly snake hovering over it.

"This was cut by Xue Rengao, the son of Xue Ju, when the Battle of Shallow Water Plains pacified Longxi." A man's majestic voice came from above his head.

Wen Qingwu heard this and did not answer. The main thing is that she didn't know what to answer, so she simply remained silent.

Emperor Zhende looked at Wen Qingwu, she was silent, her face was light, and there was no fear in her eyes. The concubines who used to sleep in the past would be afraid when they saw the scars all over their bodies. Also, how can the famous girls who are pampered all the year round not be afraid of these? But what he likes is the appearance of those little women who are frightened when they see a little blood on him. This is the warmth and delicacy that he has never had, and it is also his gentle hometown. Every time he looked at them with fear in their eyes but still suppressed it, and then showed worry, and asked him the origin of these scars, he would be happy.

Looking at Wen Qingwu's expression, not to mention fear, even worry was not at all. is also his own palace concubine, so he doesn't worry about himself at all. But Emperor Joan didn't want to ask her why she wasn't worried, and said that it didn't have anything to do with it, right?

"You're not afraid?" Joan of Arc asked.

Wen Qingwu tied the straps of his underwear, put on his middle coat, and asked, "What are you afraid of?" ”

"I'm afraid of these ravine scars like coiled vipers." Emperor Joan of Arc said. Aren't all women supposed to be afraid?

"Why are you afraid?" Wen Qingwu asked as she dressed, her voice puzzled. Why be afraid? It wasn't cut at her.

"Women are usually scared when they see this, and then they worry about me. You're nothing. "Joan of Arc the Emperor.

Wen Qingwu picked up the jacket and continued: "In my opinion, these are the honors of Your Majesty, every scar is a rejection and ruthlessness of sacrificing life and death, I only look at admiration and admiration, but there is no fear." ”

Emperor Joan of Arc was silent for a moment, and Zhang let Wen Qingwu wear a jacket for him: "Even if there is no fear, there is no worry at all." These scars are all cruel, and if you are not careful, you will kill me. You're not worried at all? ”

"What is there to worry about, isn't Your Majesty fine?" Wen Qingwu fastened the button of his jacket, looked up at Emperor Zhende, and quickly lowered his head and continued to wear his clothes: "Besides, Your Majesty's current glory and the prosperity of the world, isn't it in this knife to spell out?"

If it were me, it would have been okay if I had died in the midst of these scar marks one day. The ancestors said that people are inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. For one's own supreme glory and the prosperity of the world among the hosts, for the tranquility of the frontier or the well-being of the people, is this death heavier than ten Mount Tai? If this scar was on me, I would not have the slightest worry, only endless pride. Wen Qingwu did think so.

Emperor Zhende looked at Wen Qingwu and watched her seriously button her outer cotton suit: "For so many years, you are the first person who dares to compare yourself to me in front of me." The first queen didn't dare. ”

Wen Qingwu tied the clasped hand for a moment, and then continued, she looked up at Emperor Joan of Arc, her eyes were clear and clean: "The emperor thinks it's not good?" Then I won't talk about it later. ”

Emperor Joan of Arc was stunned by these words, where is this a question of whether it is good or not...... "I just think you are too shameless." After saying that, he looked up at the curtain in the room, and he didn't know what he remembered, and laughed, and the more he laughed, the louder he laughed.