Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

When Ye Fuheng arrived, he saw Chang Qing holding Ning Yunzhi in silence, her eyelashes trembling. When he heard footsteps, her expression was confused and calm, and her bright eyes looked forward without focus.

"Jinhua."

Ye Fuheng strode forward, firmly grasped Chang Qing's arm with one hand, and shouted at the top of his lungs like a trapped beast, "Call the imperial physician."

"Jinhua, Jinhua."

Ye Fuheng called Chang Qing's name over and over again. Chang Qing had not spoken a word to him since last night. Even when he went to pick up Chang Qing in the afternoon, Chang Qing ignored him.

He held Chang Qing's face in his hands, but the bleeding could not be stopped, and blood kept flowing out from the corners of Chang Qing's lips.

Chang Qing's body trembled violently, and suddenly bright red blood spurted onto Ye Fuheng's hand.

Ye Fuheng was completely panicked, his heart suddenly shrank due to the burning blood. He had never known that the face of a living person could be as pale as that of a dead person, without any sign of life.

"Jinhua, just hold on a little longer. The imperial physician will be here soon."

"Zhi Jinhua, if you dare to die, I will kill Qiuqiu and wipe out your entire Zhi family. You know, I always keep my word."

He uttered harsh words, his eyes filled with uneasiness and fear. Even though he had been in danger so many times and walked step by step from the treacherous court to where he is today, he had never felt as helpless and desperate as he did now.

"Jinhua, I was wrong. I beg you to hold on a little longer..."

"Oh, it's no use. I poisoned the wine."

"Are you crazy?" Ye Fuheng looked at the wine glass on the table, picked it up and smelled it, feeling like he was about to lose his mind: "Jinhua, where is the antidote?"

Chang Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head and looked at him quietly: "There is no antidote, what's with that expression on your face, are you worried about your sister Yunzhi?"

"I deserve it. I won't be a bother to you even if I die. You always threaten me. Now that I'm dead, it's just what you want."

Her face was obviously pale, but her eyes were clearly red with anger, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her cold face was tinged with a hint of anger and a touch of madness that came from desperate situations.

The color on Ye Fuheng's face disappeared, and he held her tightly with his hands: "You can hit me or scold me, but don't say such things. You are hurting my heart, which is more painful than killing me."

Chang Qing didn't listen to the explanation, stumbled to his feet, snatched the sword from Nan'an's waist who had just rushed in, and stabbed towards Ye Fuheng.

Ye Fuheng did not dodge and was hit directly in the heart by the sword.

Chang Qing suddenly pulled out the sword again, and a stream of blood instantly gushed out, staining Ye Fuheng's clothes red.

"master."

Nan'an pursed his lips slightly, then leaped towards Changqing, trying to subdue Changqing.

Chang Qing didn't even turn his head, but fought with him with his backhand, then went towards Ye Fuheng with his sword raised.

In her eyes, there was only Ye Fuheng.

Nan'an did not dare to hurt Changqing, so he held back when he attacked. Unexpectedly, Changqing slapped him back with his palm, sending him flying several meters backwards.

Nan'an took a few steps back before he steadied himself and suppressed the fishy smell rising in his throat.

He was stunned for a moment, looking at the girl in surprise. His martial arts skills were considered to be among the best, and from the two moves he had just made, he clearly felt that the opponent's martial arts skills were not inferior to his.

Nan'an smiled bitterly. Does this count as teaching the apprentice to starve the master to death? Strictly speaking, Changqing was taught by him and Xiwang himself.

"My Lord, you can't let the princess use her inner strength, as that will speed up the onset of the poison."

Ye Fuheng was also very clear about this without Nan'an's reminder. He watched Chang Qing spit out another mouthful of blood, and the blood suddenly splashed on his eyebrows, as if taking him back to the moment before his father's execution. Blood splashed out, and the head rolled to his feet, and people's shouts were heard all around him.

Perhaps knowing that Changqing was now determined to die, Ye Fuheng simply provoked her by saying, "Jinhua, if you die, don't expect me to remember you forever, burn paper for you on festivals, and do everything you care about that you don't like."

"What Princess Changle, what Oiran, I am the Regent..."

Before he finished speaking, Chang Qing's eyes turned completely cold. He stared at him intently and said through gritted teeth, "You said that you only love me. When you forced me to marry you, you also promised me that I would be your only lover in this life."

Chang Qing was angry and completely turned to evil.

She approached Ye Fuheng coldly: "Oh, I'm so stupid that I can even ask such a stupid question. Whether you love me or not, I don't care. As long as you stay by my side, it's fine."

Ye Fuheng always felt that these words sounded familiar, but before he had time to think about it carefully, he saw Chang Qing spitting blood while looking for a rope, and ran over to tie himself up.

Ye Fuheng: “……?”

What is this going to do?

He looked at Chang Qing solemnly, wondering when the doctor would arrive. The wine was not without an antidote, but the palace did not have an antidote for the poison.

Chang Qing held the whip in his hand and slapped Ye Fuheng.

The whip landed on Ye Fuheng's body, leaving a bloody mark from his shoulder to his abdomen. The sound of flesh and whip tearing was heard faintly, and his clothes were torn apart with blood.

Because Ye Fuheng was tied up and did not dare to use martial arts to break free, for fear that Chang Qing would use his ability to accelerate the circulation of toxins in his body, he could only obediently take the whipping.

The intense pain went straight to his nerves, causing Ye Fuheng to gasp in suppression. It took him a while to come back to his senses.

He looked at Chang Qing expressionlessly, but his heart felt a little sour. The scene of a person in a red wedding dress falling in the snow on the wedding day suddenly emerged in his mind.

Ye Fuheng couldn't help but feel dazed. It turned out to be so painful.

He was not a person who could not bear pain, but the whip in Chang Qing's hand, when it fell on him, made him feel such a sharp pain in his heart that he felt as if he was going to suffocate and explode.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that Qiuqiu was right. He really drove this person crazy, which was why she was venting so crazily.

Chang Qing had been unhappy for a long time, but now he smoked happily, and even the depression in his heart dissipated a lot.

Nan'an wanted to say something but stopped himself. He looked at Ye Fuheng shaking his head at him, but in the end he did not speak and just watched the scene silently.

For some reason, Nan'an suddenly felt very sad.

He always felt that this girl shouldn't be like this.

Nan'an is a killer and a death warrior. There are only orders and obedience in his mind. Even after completing the mission, he does not show much emotional fluctuation.

But now, watching this scene, an unprecedented complex emotion filled his chest and intertwined with each other.

He lowered his head, slowly walked behind Chang Qing, and gently touched Chang Qing's neck.

There was a bang.

The whip fell to the ground suddenly, and Chang Qing turned his head slightly to look at him.

Damn it, he finally realized that he had to knock me out. If he keeps beating me, the toxins in my body won’t be suppressed anymore, and I’ll explode.

She didn't have to, but there was no way to explain it.

Then Chang Qing couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

Nan'an stretched out his hand and took Changqing's fallen body. His movements suddenly paused. Changqing's waist was extremely thin. Even through a layer of clothes, he could feel the warmth from his fingertips.

Nan An whispered, "Princess, I'm sorry."

Ye Fuheng was also covered with wounds, but his eyes were reluctant to leave Chang Qing. He smiled bitterly, his eyes a little moist, and he didn't know what it felt like.

When the doctor arrived, he was almost scared to death.

"Your Majesty."

"Save the princess first."

The doctor put down the medicine box in his hand and immediately took Chang Qing's pulse. He first used silver needles to suppress the toxins in Chang Qing's body. Before he had time to catch his breath, he helped the dying Ning Yunzhi to suppress the toxins, and then dragged his tired body to write down the prescription.