All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

Before Li'er knelt down to salute, she caught a glimpse of a slender figure flying into Li Ji's arms.

A coquettish voice came from above my head.

"Your Majesty~ No one bullies me. If there is anyone, it is you who bullies me."

Li'er's jaw dropped, he raised his head slightly and looked at his young master.

Wasn't she still full of sorrow and worry about her relatives just now? How come in the blink of an eye, she suddenly became like a different person, throwing herself into the emperor's arms and acting coquettishly.

The young lady's ability to change her expression is so strong that she is worthy of being a royal concubine.

Li Ji held her waist tightly, not letting go, and looked down at her with a half-smile.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bu Cong's carriage wobbling out of the palace gate.

"Did you come here specially to give me a sachet?"

In the past, there were some self-righteous concubines who waited outside the Golden Palace, pretending to see the emperor, but actually wanted to see their families.

The emperor did not hold court through this gate.

He deliberately walked out because he saw the figure under the tree.

Bu Ji smiled without replying in her eyes, but the smile on her lips was very similar to Li Ji's. She pretended to shrink, stretched out her hands, and presented the personal sachet.

The style and design of this sachet are from more than ten years ago. Several places have had their lines removed and then re-drawn, so it doesn't look very good.

Li Ji's gaze stayed on the sachet and his pupils suddenly shrank.

A spot of dried blood spread out on the branch, like a plum blossom.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Bu Ji's wrist, and saw needle marks on her plump and white fingertips.

Bu Ji pulled his hand back without waiting for him to speak, and said with pursed lips.

"I'm not good at needlework, but I was afraid that Li'er couldn't stay with me anymore, so I asked her to teach me in case of emergency. I didn't expect that she would be injured so badly."

Li Ji glanced at Li Er, who was kneeling on the ground and dared not get up, with cold eyes and said in a deep voice.

"You must serve your young master more attentively in the future."

Li Er bowed to the emperor again with tears of gratitude and kowtowed to Li Ji.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. Thank you, Young Master, for your grace."

The smile on Bu Ji's face became much more genuine. Holding one end of the sachet, he looked at Li Ji and asked.

"Your Majesty, would you like to tie it around your waist now?"

It's just a sachet. If it was the real Bu Ji, she might be heartbroken and think that the emperor was stealing her mother's relics.

But to her, it's just an object.

It's worth it to help Li'er avoid being caned.

It hurts so much to be hit with a stick. Cui Lihua only hit her a few times, but she still remembers it to this day. Her buttocks still feel burning when she thinks about it.

But she could no longer remember the feeling of suffocation after falling into the water.

Li Ji curled his lips into a smile, grabbed her hand and placed it on his waist.

"it is good."

"My beloved concubine ties it on for me personally."

Bu Ji held the sachet in one hand and rested his other hand on his "waist", his heart beating faster.

This place is not the waist, that is called the waist and abdomen.

She moved her hand a little lower and touched the "little emperor".

She didn't know whether Li Ji did it on purpose, but she touched her twice more, which was intentional.

The slightly hard touch seemed to indicate that he was in a tense state. The dragon robe was complicated, and he seemed to be having difficulty breathing.

Bu Ji looked up at him only after he had touched enough. His protruding Adam's apple was trembling slightly and there were red bloodshot at the corners of his eyes.

It’s over, I’m in heat from being touched.

She pretended not to see it, lowered her head, and quickly tied the sachet on him.

Wang Huai suddenly shouted in a panic.

"Your Majesty, this is absolutely impossible."

"How can you wear this blood-stained sachet around your waist? It will damage your dragon body."

"It's unlucky. It's unlucky."

He shook his head and waved his hands, looking at the emperor worriedly.

Bu Ji frowned. She had actually forgotten about this. This group of people were the most superstitious. Whenever something happened, they would consult the Imperial Observatory.

Don’t blame Li Ji’s cold or something on her blood-stained sachet.

"I'll take it off right away."

She glanced at Wang Huai, nodded, and tried to untie the sachet around Li Ji's waist, but her wrist was grabbed by brute force.

"No need."

"I think this sachet is very good."

Wang Huai was horrified. What happened to the emperor today? He didn't take the gold-inlaid pearl and filigree sachet that Princess Fuqiu gave him a few days ago, but instead took something so unlucky.

"Your Majesty, I will keep it for you. If you really like it, you can put it in a colorful brocade box."

"It is really unlucky to wear something stained with blood."

He rushed forward to persuade the emperor, with his hand stretched out, waiting for the emperor to throw the thing to him.

Li Ji sneered and looked down at the top of Wang Huai's hat.

"The most unlucky thing around me is you."

"A lonely ghost perches on a tree and wants to be king."

When he said this, the word "Wang Huai" indeed exuded a chilling chill.

Bu Ji pulled the corners of his mouth downwards and looked at Wang Huai with embarrassment.

Tell me, why did you mess with him?

He just had an argument with my dad and is in a bad mood now. And you are the one who is adding insult to injury. Why don't you talk to him later?

Wang Huai looked helpless and retracted his hands.

This name was given to him by the emperor himself when he was the crown prince. How come he suddenly became unlucky?

The locust tree is a good tree, and people often plant it along the roadsides, symbolizing assistance and longevity.

Wang Huai was naturally a good servant, but today he has become a miserable little ghost.

This done, the sachet was tied securely around the emperor's waist.

In addition to this sachet, there is also a jade pendant with a hollow carving of a coiled dragon.

Bu Ji was a little surprised. He stared at it and felt something was wrong.

She took a breath and finally realized what was wrong.

Why didn't Li Ji have other sachets hanging around his waist? Logically, his waist should be full of sachets, just like the portraits of ancient emperors.

She understood that this boy used to have a bad temper, and none of the women who served him were willing to give him the sachet as a token of love. They could still separate in bed and in heart.

This emperor is indeed a bit pitiful.

Li Ji stared at her with deep eyes. The woman didn't look at him, but shook her head and nodded at his waist, her pink lips puffed up, clearly she was ventriloquizing, which was really annoying.

"Follow me back to the palace."

He turned around, but Bu Ji was unwilling to follow him. She had gotten up early and come here to flatter him, and now that the matter was settled, she slipped away.

"Your Majesty, I remember that there is still soup stewing in the palace. I have to go back."

She started to run, and after two steps, her body flew into the air.

Oh my god, has he mastered the Qinggong skill?

No, it's not right. After a few plops, why is it standing still?

When she looked down, she saw a strong hand with five fingers spread out pressing on her lower abdomen, and a thick arm with bulging veins was wrapped around her thin waist that was so thin that it could not be grasped with one hand.

A force came over me, the world was spinning, and when I looked again, I saw that Li Ji had carried him on his shoulders.

"How could you carry me!"

Bu Ji looked down with his eyes wide open, his waist and abdomen pressed against his broad shoulders, his two long and straight legs hanging naturally, touching his thighs again and again.

Li'er followed behind, picked up the lake-colored embroidered shoes that had fallen on the ground, and wiped the dust off the shoe surface.

She raised her head and looked at the emperor, and clearly saw that the emperor had one hand free and was holding something round and white.

It’s the young master’s...jade feet.

She looked down at the shoes in her hand. Should she let the young lady wear them?