Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Changqing sat on the chair, Qiuqiu stood behind her with red eyes, basins of blood were carried out from beside her, the candlelight in the room flickered, and only the lonely bright moon hidden in the clouds in the sky could be regarded as an ever-burning light.

After seeing Xu Qingchen put away the silver needle and slowly exhale a breath of turbid air, Chang Qing slowly stood up.

"How is the prince?"

She didn't care whether Ye Fuheng lived or died. Ye Fuheng was extremely powerful. Once something happened, the entire court would be in chaos. By then, the common people would be the ones who would suffer.

Chang Qing was very measured in his actions. He only asked for a little interest and would return the rest slowly.

Xu Qingchen looked a little haggard. As he cleaned up, he said, "The prince is fine now, but he still needs to rest and not overwork to prevent the wound from opening again."

Ye Fuheng's injuries were not serious, but he bled a lot.

Xu Qingchen walked to Chang Qing's side, took out a silk handkerchief, half-closed his eyes, and said softly: "I see that the princess looks pale and uneasy. I'm afraid that the cold has entered her body. For the rest, we need to feel her pulse to confirm."

Chang Qing nodded, sat down and stretched out his hand.

Xu Qingchen stretched out his fingers and touched Chang Qing through the silk handkerchief. He couldn't help feeling a little surprised. Although Chang Qing looked a little deficient in energy, his body seemed to be much stronger than before.

He wrote a prescription for removing cold and reducing fever, gave it to the servant to get the medicine, and then went out with the medicine box. He was very familiar with the palace, so he found the medicine jar without anyone's guidance, and gently rolled up his sleeves to boil the medicine.

"Miss, the prince is fine now, you should also take a rest." Qiuqiu said with concern.

Chang Qing looked at himself covered in blood and felt indeed a bit disheveled, with his hair disheveled, which was very scary in the middle of the night.

She left this room to Ye Fuheng and took Qiuqiu to live in Yueshui Pavilion. The light was not bright, but the light on the road ahead was a little brighter because of the light snow.

The two passed by a plum garden and looked at the red plum blossoms clustered on the branches.

Chang Qing stopped and let the white snow sprinkle all over him. He reached out his hand to touch the snow on the red plum blossoms, broke off a few branches, and was about to leave while stepping on the snow when he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Miss Beiluo."

Bei Luo stood in the plum garden with a layer of snow on her shoulders. Her face was not outstanding, even ordinary.

"My subordinates see you, Princess."

Bei Luo knelt on one knee and saluted Chang Qing. Her back was straight, which made people feel awkward.

Even though he was kneeling in the snow, with the chill spreading through his knees to his entire body, Bei Luo did not even blink, as if he was an emotionless machine, incapable of feeling joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

In the original owner's memory, Beiluo seemed to always have this expression. After Qiuqiu died, Ye Fuheng sent Beiluo to protect her. It would be more accurate to say it was surveillance rather than protection.

The two of them didn't say a word for ten days or half a month, just staying away from each other. Bei Luo was injured many times while protecting her, and he almost lost his life when he refuted Ye Fuheng for the first time for her.

After Changqing asked her to get up, Beiluo lowered her eyes slightly and stood aside silently, until a red plum blossom suddenly appeared in front of her, with snow still on the petals.

She raised her head, only to see Chang Qing looking at her with a gentle yet cold gaze: "I picked this specially. It's the most beautiful branch in the plum garden. I think it looks very much like you. Beiluo, I'm giving it to you."

Bei Luo pursed his lips slightly, and did not take the red plum from Chang Qing's hand. He said without a trace of emotion: "I am not worthy."

Her biological mother was a lowly brothel girl, and she herself was not good-looking, and was often beaten and starved. Until one day, her mother was beaten to death by a customer. The man compensated the brothel owner with a little silver and was thrown into a mass grave on a torn straw mat.

Once, when she was about to be beaten to death, she accidentally broke into a room. Ye Fuheng happened to be discussing matters with others there. He saw in her a good talent worth cultivating and spent money to buy her.

She was dirty and unworthy of touching the red plum blossom praised by men of letters and men of letters. Such nobility and beauty were far inferior to her.

Only a woman like the princess is worthy of this.

But Beiluo was caught off guard and Hongmei was stuffed into her hand. She looked up at Changqing in some surprise.

"There is no such thing as matching or not matching. Fortunately, life is meaningless, so that we can give it meaning. The same is true for the red plum."

Chang Qing chuckled and reached out to hold her hand: "Can I call you Luoluo?"

Bei Luo's body was tense, her face full of restraint and confusion, she just let Chang Qing pull her forward.

She seldom gets so close to someone, and she couldn't help but look up at Chang Qing's profile. Chang Qing's fair face was a little red from the wind, and her wet eyes reflected a sparkling light.

"The princess is injured?"

She looked at the blood on Changqing's dress, her eyes turned, and she realized that the blood was not Changqing's.

"It's not mine, it's your prince's blood."

Bei Luo was slightly startled, and then he heard Chang Qing say: "I stabbed him, and he has rested now. The imperial physician is decocting medicine."

Chang Qing had no intention of hiding the fact that Ye Fuheng was injured from anyone. After all, there were only himself and Ye Fuheng in the carriage at that time.

Suddenly, Chang Qing said, "Your wound must be very painful."

Bei Luo's heart trembled violently, and he said in a low voice: "It doesn't hurt. I have thick skin and this little injury is nothing. " He was used to it a long time ago.

She had been out on a mission for more than two months, and had narrowly escaped death. After returning home, she was about to report to Ye Fuheng when she remembered the plum garden in the mansion and went out for a walk.

These red plum blossoms were planted by the prince himself for the princess, and everything was planted according to the ones in Zhifu.

Beiluo didn't expect that Changqing observed her so carefully and could tell at a glance that she was injured.

When they arrived at Yueshui Pavilion, Qiuqiu put down the things on her back and opened the package. There were a bunch of bottles and jars inside. Some were given by Ye Fuheng, some were taken from Zhi Mansion, and some were given by Doctor Xu when her young lady was beaten all over last time.

Qiuqiu was afraid that Changqing might get hurt, so she brought all the things with her when she came. Now they are of great use.

"Qiuqiu, help Luoluo apply the medicine. I'm going to change my clothes."

Qiuqiu nodded, picked up the medicine bottle and looked at Beiluo. Seeing that Beiluo looked awkward, she reached out her hand.

"Bei Luo, just let me take a look. It would be terrible if the wound gets infected."

Seeing Qiuqiu's anxious face and she was already tearing his clothes, Beiluo gritted his teeth, stretched out his fingers, and gently unbuttoned his coat. The clothes pulled the wound, drawing a pool of blood, revealing a wound deep enough to see the bone.

Beiluo's back was covered with new and old scars, as well as various knife and sword wounds. Seeing them, Qiuqiu froze in place for a moment, with cold hands and feet.

How can this be considered a woman’s back?

Bei Luo saw that she was not moving, so he gently turned his head away. Knowing that she was frightened, he tightened her clothes with his fingers and said with a slightly red face: "Hurry up, I..."

"Oh, it may be a little painful, just bear with it."

Qiuqiu used a handkerchief to gently treat her wound. Looking at the bloody patch, she deliberately told Beiluo some funny stories with a playful smile.

"I heard that Mr. Li from the North City married a concubine not long ago. That concubine was the top concubine in Chun Man Lou. She attracted many young masters in the capital at the time. But she was so beautiful that she died young. Some people said that she angered the mistress and was beaten to death. Others said that she was restless and hooked up with the young masters of the Li Mansion..."

"And the girl from the candy shop had been engaged, but who would have thought that the scholar caught the eye of the nobleman and abandoned her, and the girl hanged herself."

Bei Luo lay on the bed, his head resting on his arms, quietly listening to the chirping sounds in his ears.