Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Everyone said that Ye Fuheng loved her, but in her memory, her grandparents, father and mother were not like that. They loved each other without a doubt.

She also has someone she truly loves. He is also talented, has a broad mind, and is knowledgeable about national affairs. He will also discuss current affairs with her, agree with her views, and listen to her complaints about the unfair fate of women.

The young master always said with a smile: "If I were a man, I would definitely go down in history and be a blessing to all people. Why don't I open a school and invite you to be a teacher."

Nan Yusheng wanted Zhi Jinhuan to stand with him, instead of people only praising her stunning beauty, poetry, songs, calligraphy and painting when they mentioned her.

He felt that such praise would be the highest compliment for any other woman.

But when it came to Zhi Jinhuan, it trapped her, and she could only lament over the side of herself that she couldn't bring out, and it was just admiration for the next best thing.

In fact, Zhi Jinhuan did not misjudge the person, and the person she liked also tried hard to do it.

He wanted to change the status of women in the world for the sake of one person, and also proposed the idea of ​​female officials.

Nan Yusheng was criticized by many people, but the emperor saw that he was talented and did nothing but reprimand him a few words.

In response to those impeachments, Nan Yusheng simply blinked his eyes, smiled and cursed at them without losing a single piece of meat. He took all the pressure and bought Zhi Jinhuan her favorite cakes.

He protected Zhi Jinhuan very well. No one knew the resentment in this woman's heart, and no one criticized her for being rebellious, unorthodox, and not observing the three obediences and four virtues.

In this age where saliva can drown one, he stood alone by her side, respected her ideas, and recognized her talents and ambitions.

When they were young, they didn’t know that once some music started, it would end and everyone would go their separate ways.

Probably the only thing Zhi Jinhuan was thankful for Ye Fuheng for was that he did not throw dirty water on Nan Yusheng.

Let him come clean and leave clean.

Nan Yusheng died on the way to disaster relief, and he uncovered many corrupt officials, which made his name go down in history.

He seemed to have some kind of insight, and three days before his death he wrote a letter to Zhi Jinhuan, saying that if he came back he would marry her, and if he couldn't come back, he asked her not to mention him again.

One wanted her to be the clear and bright moon forever, and tried hard to get close to her and protect her. The other pulled her down and held her tightly, so that even if she was destroyed, she would only belong to him.

In the third life, she made up her mind to ask Nan Yusheng to give up on her and look at other women, but he remained silent and just looked at her.

"Yusheng will die. The beauty now is just a dream. People say that when I was born, there was a rosy sky and that I was a blessed person. But I am the only one who knows that I am an unlucky person."

In every life, he always dies because of himself.

She did everything she could to curry favor and kill the culprit, but in the end, it was just a new cycle.

Seeing her fear and uneasiness, he once said to her: "Life is like a dream. I wish you a pleasant life. I wish you would not go astray and drift along the river. As long as I have you, it doesn't matter if I sleep on a pillow."

Unfortunately, Zhi Jinhuan is trapped in this world, repeating that desperate life again and again.

Time and again, fate grabbed her ankles and dragged her into the abyss of darkness.

This rebirth happened to be on the wedding day, so the original owner subconsciously wanted to escape. Deep down, she was unwilling to give in.

Ye Fuheng came back soon and saw Changqing sitting there. She was delicate and elegant, with a face like the moon and a lotus by the stream. He could hear the sound and see the beauty.

He paused slightly, and seeing that the wound on her body had not been treated yet, which looked particularly horrible on her fair skin, his fingers touched it unconsciously.

Seeing the girl tremble slightly, a hint of anger instantly swept across her eyes.

She is afraid of herself!

She is fearless except him.

"Jinhua, I love you so much, why do you cause trouble for me again and again and still think about Nanyusheng?"

Chang Qing frowned and shook his head slightly.

"I just wonder why we are like this today. I am so tired. I am really tired."

She knew that she couldn't mention Nan Yusheng, otherwise the madman Ye Fuheng would definitely kill Nan Yusheng.

Ye Fuheng remained silent, she just regarded him as a brother.

How could he be satisfied with this identity? How could he tolerate her laughing at other people with a tiny gleam in her eyes that he had never seen before?

Seeing the confusion in Chang Qing's eyes, Ye Fuheng wanted to apply medicine for her, but finally called a maid.

She already hated herself, and if she refused to cooperate, she would be the one who suffered in the end. Anyway, the people she cared about were all in her hands, so she probably wouldn't run away again.

They both have plenty of time in the future, and he will erase the traces of those people in her heart bit by bit, so why rush it now.

Chang Qing changed out of her wedding dress, applied medicine and asked the maid to leave. The whole yard fell silent, and the only sounds that could be heard were the sound of the charcoal fire burning in the house and the sound of the wind and snow outside.

"In that case, then it will be as you wish. I just hope that you can laugh in the end."

Chang Qing opened the window, and the biting cold instantly penetrated her skin. Snowflakes floated in the wind and fell into her hands, turning into water.

After one night, Changqing fell ill.

Ye Fuheng walked into the room, reached out and pinched her chin, and seeing that her face was flushed, he softened his movements a little.

The imperial physician beside him said, "Your Highness, the princess is weak and has caught a cold. I will prescribe some medicine for you to drink. She will be well in a few days."

Xu Qingchen glanced at the person on the bed. Ye Fuheng frowned in displeasure and said coldly, "Don't look at me if you don't want to die."

"Yes."

Xu Qingchen lowered his eyes, walked aside to write a prescription, thought for a while, and wrote another medicine to treat the whip wounds on Changqing's body.

Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, based on the maid's description and pulse, the injury must have been serious.

Now Ye Fuheng is the regent with great power, so it is not convenient for him to ask too much about such matters. He can figure out with his toes that it is all thanks to Ye Fuheng.

It's a pity for this girl. She has to suffer such torture. Even if she is a palace maid who has made a mistake, she will not necessarily be whipped. If she is not careful, she will be covered with scars, and her life will be ruined.

Not long after, the medicine prepared by Xu Qingchen was brought over.

Ye Fuheng sat beside the bed and slowly fed the medicine.

At first, Chang Qing couldn't drink it, but later he forced himself to drink two sips, and his face almost wrinkled like a bun.

Seeing her expression, Ye Fuheng asked someone to bring candied fruit and said with a smile: "Your habit of being afraid of taking medicine has not changed after so many years."

Chang Qing blinked and said nothing, obviously not wanting to pay attention to him. After drinking the medicine, he fell into a deep sleep again.

After Ye Fuheng left, she opened her eyes, her vision cleared, and she spit out the medicine she had taken earlier.

Chang Qing knew that he had to change slowly, otherwise in ancient times, if his temperament changed drastically, he would easily be regarded as a demon.

No matter whether it is true or not, just burn it.

She could run, but what was the use? The original owner would come back just as miserable, covered in dirty water.

If only there had been identification of mental illness in ancient times, she could have saved herself many steps.

Chang Qing leaned on the bed with a cold expression. When he heard the maid come in to add more charcoal, he closed his eyes again.