Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

Chapter 253 Fireworks

The news that the Emperor of Nanjiang and his empress were returning to the capital spread throughout Nanping. Civil and military officials arrived at the palace gate early, eagerly waiting to welcome the legendary Emperor of Nanjiang and his empress who were so beautiful that they could overwhelm the whole country.

Everyone in the court knew that the emperor had personally visited Dayun twice to welcome this peerless beauty, and had mobilized the entire country's military to join forces with Beiming to conquer Nanyue and expand the territory, and he even considered moving the capital.

Two tall carriages came from afar and stopped at the palace gate.

All the officials bowed their heads and knelt down, shouting "Long live the emperor".

Mu Yao was shocked by this awe-inspiring scene. She had only seen scenes in TV dramas before, but now she saw it with her own eyes.

Ji Qi held her little hand tightly and walked towards the Golden Palace step by step.

His swift steps and his majestic demeanor that looked down upon the world made Mu Yao feel pressured for the first time. It turned out that this was the unique majesty and deterrence from the emperor.

Among the hundreds of officials who were prostrating themselves, only one raised his head slightly.

Ji Qinghe?

Mu Yao recognized him at a glance and met his gaze. There was amazement, shock, and an indescribable complex emotion in her eyes.

In the hall, Ji Qi took Mu Yao's arm and ascended the throne, which caused a lot of sighs, and several important officials shook their heads secretly.

Ji Qi said in a low and cold voice, "Stand up!" Everyone stood up and looked up.

There was complete silence all around. After seeing the emperor and empress, the ministers in the inner hall could not help but rub their eyes. Some even lost their composure and dropped their tablets to the ground.

Mu Yao put her hands on her knees, her palms sweating.

Countless eyes were looking up at her, her face was burning, but she couldn't lower her head. She had to force herself to act calm and unruffled, as if nothing had happened.

Those important officials who had previously expressed their dissatisfaction suddenly paused in their thoughts.

The woman on the throne had cloud-like hair, fair skin and a face as calm as a crabapple in the sun, and was very charming.

Marquis Wuyang was the first to shout: "Long live the emperor and empress!"

Everyone responded and echoed.

Ji Qi's eyebrows were furrowed with coldness, and he raised his voice in a cold and solemn voice: "The dragon and the phoenix are originally one, how can they be more than a thousand years old?"

Ji Qinghe stared at the beauty sitting on the seat without blinking, with a smile on his lips, and shouted "Long live the Emperor and Empress", which made Ji Qi's expression relax.

The court followed suit, all bowing and shouting, which made Mu Yao almost suffocate to death. She forced herself to focus on the intentions of the civil and military officials, treating them as delicious carrots.

Suddenly, a big hand covered her right hand forcefully. Glancing sideways, Ji Qi's eyes were full of starlight, filled with doting.

Ever since Mu Yao revealed her beautiful face in the hall today, no one in the court had any doubts anymore.

After getting through the embarrassment, he returned to Ji Qi's bedroom. Looking around, he found that the layout here was small and exquisite, simple and unpretentious, which was very different from the magnificent and majestic palace.

There were not too many furnishings, only a large golden nanmu bed that was quite eye-catching. There were still spread out memorials on the desk, as if he had left in a hurry.

Suddenly, the golden hairpin on her head was pulled out by a force, and her hair fell down and fell on the boy's fingertips.

His hot broad chest pressed against the delicate and beautiful back, and his warm breath rolled up from behind and sprayed on her ears.

The tingling and numb feeling was like an electric current running through her body. A faint sound escaped from her throat. She tried to turn around and look back, but was blindfolded with a red silk and pressed against the bedpost.

"Aqi." She called out in panic, bearing the force from behind.

"Let's give it a try." The boy, in a hoarse voice, bewitched the fairy into falling into the mortal world, leaning against the jade bed, showing various poses.

The moon was like a hook, and flames rose in the sky of Nanping. With a "bang", it was like a shower of stars falling from the sky.

Mu Yao snuggled in Ji Qi's arms, looking at the colorful tassels blooming in the night sky with a dazed look.

"So beautiful!" Her pink lips opened slightly.

"As long as you like it." Ji Qi nodded happily.

"For me?" Mu Yao looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, I am returning to southern Xinjiang to welcome my bride. There will be fireworks in the second half of the night. I will take you to Wanjiang Temple to watch them later."

"it is good."

Ji Qi ordered people to prepare wine and food there, and after taking Mu Yao to wash up, he drove to Wanjiang Tower.

Along the way, through the thin curtains, I admired the bustling streets with people and cars.

This time they did not ride in the carriage engraved with the palace emblem. They were only accompanied by Lu Shen, Fu Yuan and a black-haired old man with a sharp gaze.

The shops on both sides of the main road have lamps hanging high, and from a distance, it looks like two red dragons crawling on the road.

Mu Yao noticed that most of the people in Southern Xinjiang, both men and women, were tall and strong. Her 1.75-meter height was not noticeable at all among them.

Most of them have wheat-colored skin.

The boys were muscular, and most of their clothes were open, revealing their thick chests. Their appearance was not rough, and in Mu Yao's opinion, they were quite masculine, exuding a strong smell of hormones. The women's faces were much more ordinary, and they were even more ordinary than He Wanyi from the Zhongyong Marquis's Mansion in Shangjing. Handan and Furong were stable beauties in southern Xinjiang.

He then looked to his side suspiciously.

"What's wrong?" Ji Qi noticed the confusion in Mu Yao's eyes and asked.

"Nothing, I'm just curious why you look so good?"

"Oh? You think I'm pretty? I remember that day in the Lingshui Spring you beat me up without mercy."

In this world, the only person who dared to hit him in the face was probably this woman. She was fierce, wild, spicy, and flavorful enough to suit his taste in every way.

The past was too painful to recall. Whenever Mu Yao thought of what he did that day, her hands suddenly started to itch again.

Half an incense stick later, they arrived at the Wanjiang Pagoda.

This is an ancient tower with a history of more than 1,200 years and is about thirty meters high.

With its simple and elegant appearance, it stands in the night like a guardian god bearing the good weather, clear sea and peaceful rivers of southern Xinjiang.

"Which floor should we go to for dinner?" Mu Yao had a bad feeling in her heart.

"The top floor." Ji Qi replied casually.

Mu Yao's eyes darkened: "Is it too high?"

"Is it high?" Ji Qi chuckled, put his arms around her slender waist, jumped up, and with a few spins, he reached the top of the tower.

When Mu Yao slowly opened her eyes, the entire "city that never sleeps" was shrouded in thousands of lights, with light and shadows interweaving and shining brightly, presenting a prosperous and magnificent scene.