All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

The female shopkeeper responded quickly and led the two men into the room on the second floor.

The room was spacious and clean, with tables and chairs carved from fine sandalwood with different delicate patterns, and exquisite porcelain vases.

On the wall hung scrolls of famous figures of the time, and there was a six-foot-wide sunken wooden bed with a jeweled curtain hanging over it.

Li Ji didn't even look at her, walked straight to the bed, and gently put down the woman in his arms.

He grabbed the quilt that the store had folded in advance and covered her with it.

The female shopkeeper leaned over to take a look and spoke out.

"Sir, won't you wipe the young lady's body first?"

"If a drunk person falls asleep like this, he will probably feel uncomfortable when he wakes up."

"You are still the husband, why do you need to be reminded of even this little thing?"

As she spoke, she walked over and took out the large wooden barrel behind the screen in the room and dragged it to the center of the room.

Li Ji stood beside the bed, one hand naturally behind his back, his eyes sweeping over the female shopkeeper who was adding hot water to the wooden barrel.

"You mean for me to wipe her body?"

"Don't even think about it."

He flicked his sleeves and turned against the female shopkeeper.

The female shopkeeper rolled up her sleeves, put down the small wooden bucket of hot water heavily, and said.

"How can you be so inconsiderate to your wife, young man?"

"You were a guest with her, but she was the only one who got drunk. Shouldn't you have taken care of her?"

She could tell at a glance that the two must have just gotten married and were not yet familiar with each other. The wife was drunk and did not care about her husband's face, and the husband was angry and did not take care of his wife.

Seeing that Li Ji remained silent, she bent down again, picked up the small wooden bucket with both hands and added water to the big wooden bucket, and said.

"It was the same with me and my wife before. How could a newly married couple understand each other's minds?"

"If you take care of her today, she will take care of you a little more tomorrow. Over time, your relationship will naturally improve."

"If both of them are such kind people, they can still love each other for life and grow old together with the matchmaker's words and the parents' orders, and they are no worse than those childhood sweethearts who secretly get married."

Li Ji looked at the woman sleeping on the bed, his eyes filled with ripples, and he recited silently in a deep voice.

"Grow old together?"

He really had never thought about growing old with any woman, and it was rare to hear people say this.

However, more than ten years ago, when Concubine Li was still alive, she told the late emperor this.

At that time, when his father was checking his homework, he held him on his lap and told him that Concubine Li was the only person in the palace who was sincere to him, and she was not trying to curry favor with him just because he was the emperor, or because she was afraid of him and was submissive.

The female shopkeeper called him several times, but he remained unmoved, so she simply walked forward and handed him the handkerchief.

"Here, wipe her body with this handkerchief."

"I would like to advise you to concentrate on taking care of the young lady and not think about or do anything else."

She is a middle-aged woman, but she understands men's thoughts very well.

As for the man in her family, he had taken advantage of her drunkenness so many times and used the excuse of taking care of her to please himself. It was too many times to count and it was so embarrassing to talk about it.

She was just giving a kind reminder because she saw that the young man was strong and the young lady was thin.

Li Ji held a handkerchief in his hand and tried to call out to the female shopkeeper.

The female shopkeeper was afraid that he would refuse, so she walked away in small steps, thinking that she was doing a good deed and helping a newlywed couple to improve their relationship.

Li Ji looked at the closed door and spoke slowly.

"Where do I start wiping..."

He developed a habit when he led the army in Dingxi in person. He did not like having palace servants help him bathe, and he wiped his body by himself.

Now if he is really asked to serve others, he really doesn't know where to start.

Li Ji looked at the big wooden barrel filled with hot water. She was drunk now, so if she was put in, she would definitely sink to the bottom and would choke if she wasn't careful.

It would be better to dip a towel in water, let her lie flat on the bed, and wipe her body.

Bu Ji turned over, rolled up in the quilt and curled up in the corner.

Li Ji stared at the back of her head, then at her hands that were pulling the quilt tightly. He almost forgot that this woman was not honest even when she was sleeping.

The first night he turned over her card, he didn't cover himself with a blanket the whole night...

As a result, he coughed twice when he attended court the next day, and was ridiculed by ministers for being weak and not having the demeanor to lead troops like he did when he was a prince.

The person who said this happened to be her father, Censor Bu.

He even suspected that this was premeditated so that the people in the Censorate could take advantage of the opportunity to find fault with him.

Li Ji leaned over and was about to untie her dress, but as soon as his hand touched the straps on her chest, Bu Ji raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

It hit him right on the left side of his cheek. The slap was so soft and painless that he almost thought it was an illusion.

He grabbed Bu Ji's right wrist and turned over her red palm.

"you!"

Li Ji threw away the wet handkerchief in his hand, furious.

He was crowned the crown prince at the age of six, commanded the army at the age of eighteen, and ascended the throne at the age of twenty-four. When had he ever been slapped in the face?

The spear pierced his abdomen, but his expression did not change at all. Although the slap did not hurt, it was very annoying and a nameless fire rose in his heart.

Bu Ji felt a slight pain in the palm of his hand. He closed his eyes and groaned twice.

"Don't touch me, I'm a noble, the emperor will kill you if he knows."

These threatening words, mixed with drunkenness, were like some kind of magic water, instantly extinguishing the nameless fire in Li Ji's heart.

Li Ji chuckled and picked up the handkerchief he had just thrown.

That's more or less.

He slowly unbuttoned her shirt, then leaned over to hold her head, took out the thin clothes from behind her and threw them aside.

His movements were so gentle that it didn't seem like him at all.

Who could have imagined that a new emperor who had killed countless people and was now cold and cruel would undress and wipe the body of a drunk woman in such a simple upper room.

Bu Ji smacked his lips, stopped what he was doing, and listened carefully to her murmurs.

"Good, good wine."

Still drinking?

Li Ji felt helpless, but there was a deep hint of affection in his eyes.

Finally, he took off her innermost undergarment, then suddenly stopped moving his hands and looked at the pink bellyband on her chest.

The deep color of his eyes suddenly became hot, and two flames rose up and burned more and more vigorously.

His big hands were pulling at a corner of his bellyband, and the slight calluses on his fingertips were rubbing against the smooth silk material.

My cool knuckles accidentally touched my warm skin, and my body trembled and my breathing became rapid.

He now understood what the female shopkeeper had meant.

Do what you should do, and don’t do what you shouldn’t do.

For some reason, he really wanted to hear Bu Ji say the words "grow old together". Her voice was sometimes cold and sometimes charming, and she would definitely sound better when she said this than when Concubine Li said it.

He pondered for a moment and let go of his hand.

Unexpectedly, Bu Ji suddenly raised his hand again, this time not to hit him, but to grab his hand and place it on the raised peony flower.

Li Ji's eyes trembled, and a warm current rolled through his body, but he heard her half-asleep and half-drunk words with a smile.

"No hurry, I'll come and accompany you when I become a concubine."

"Whatever you want."

Who is she accompanying in her dream? Why does she have to wait for him to die?! ?

Li Ji stood up angrily and threw the handkerchief into the basin again.