Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

At night, it was snowing outside. After Changqing applied the medicine, he leaned back with Qiuqiu's help.

A head of black hair fell down, and the scar on the collarbone below the white jade neck made Qiuqiu's eyes red.

Her daughter has been spoiled since childhood and has never suffered such hardship.

It is said that the Regent is cruel and ruthless, with cold blood, but he loves the young lady deeply. In her eyes, anyone who treats the young lady badly is just an evil spirit in disguise.

Chang Qing reached out and gently pinched her nose.

"I'm fine, don't cry."

Qiuqiu sniffed softly and said, "Don't cry, young lady. I will go to the master and Master Nan tomorrow and tell them about your situation."

Qiuqiu was the original owner's personal maid. She was locked up in the woodshed on the day the original owner escaped from her marriage, and was only released from the woodshed today.

"Don't mention this again."

Chang Qing heard the footsteps and yawned lightly. His originally rosy face turned pale in an instant and he looked sullen and listless.

The dog man is here again.

For some reason, Chang Qing always felt a surge of resentment in her heart, which often disturbed her thoughts.

Ye Fuheng came walking on the snow, holding a bottle with blue patterns in his hand, which was obviously from the palace.

He stood at the door, put the umbrella aside, and pushed the door open.

Chang Qing opened his misty eyes, saw that it was him, and looked away again, not hiding the annoyance between his brows at all.

Qiuqiu stood in front of Changqing with vigilance in her eyes. Her teeth were trembling under Ye Fuheng's gaze that seemed to be looking at a dead person, but she still spoke.

"My Lord, the young lady is very weak now. Please show mercy and let her go."

Ye Fuheng frowned slightly. In the eyes of this maid, would he definitely hurt her mistress?

If it weren't for Jin Huan's care for her and her loyalty, this maid would have died long ago and been thrown into a mass grave.

Ye Fuheng looked at Qiuqiu: "Go down, I won't hurt her."

Qiuqiu didn't move, but looked at Changqing. At Changqing's signal, she left the room, looking back every few steps. After closing the door, she lay on the door and listened.

If the Regent dared to touch her lady, she would be the first to rush in. Although she could not defeat him, she could at least protect her lady.

Ye Fuheng naturally noticed Qiuqiu outside the door and said calmly, "She is loyal, but she mentioned someone she shouldn't have mentioned."

His martial arts skills were very high, so he naturally listened to Qiuqiu's previous words and looked closely at Changqing, as if he wanted to see something from her face.

Chang Qing suddenly became emotional: "What do you want to do? Don't touch Qiuqiu. If anything happens to her, I will never forgive you in my life."

"I know you care about her, I won't move." Ye Fuheng's eyes seemed to be much gentler, and he calmed Chang Qing's emotions: "It's just that there won't be a next time. If I hear that name again, the palace will not lack a maid."

"Ye Fuheng, you might as well just kill me. Death is worse than suffering this torture."

Chang Qing seemed to be a little overwhelmed. He lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and decided not to press his wound on the quilt.

It's just that she had been sitting for too long and her limbs felt a little uncomfortable. The slightest movement would pull at the whip marks, and her little face turned pale again.

Ye Fuheng looked at her and was not angry. Instead, he smiled slightly. If Chang Qing had not had sharp eyes, he would not have noticed it at all.

He reached out and gently pressed Chang Qing's shoulder, his tone becoming much more relaxed: "I have thought about killing you, but, Jin Hua, you won't laugh or move like that."

Chang Qing's face trembled.

"let go."

Ye Fuheng pursed his lips and said nothing, staring at her with a pair of dead eyes, and the hand on her shoulder unconsciously increased its pressure.

"You pressed my wound."

Chang Qing tilted his head slightly and saw blood on the white silk dress, which looked like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, and was somewhat eye-catching under the dim candlelight.

Ye Fuheng then let go of his hand, looked at the blood on it, and paused for a moment: "Does it hurt?"

She seemed to feel that she was asking unnecessary questions, as she knew very well how hard he had hit her.

When he found out that she had run away from her marriage, he wanted to kill her.

Is it so difficult for her to marry me?

I wanted to teach her a lesson, but when I saw her lying in the snow, her body curled up into a small ball, her lower lip tightly bitten by her white teeth, not saying a word, my heart couldn't help but tremble. I controlled the strength of the whip in my hand, but the girl in front of me was too fragile, and the hideous and mottled wounds on her snow-white skin were particularly conspicuous.

"This is tribute from other countries. It won't leave a scar."

Only then did Chang Qing notice that Ye Fuheng was holding a small bottle in his hand.

"I've taken medicine."

Chang Qing refused expressionlessly. The slowly jumping candlelight reflected in her eyes. She looked at the man in front of her and chuckled, "Ye Fuheng, you don't think I should be grateful just because you slapped me and gave me a date."

"Lord Regent, do you need me to kneel down and express my gratitude?"

Ye Fuheng ignored her ridicule, put down the medicine, and sat in front of the table without saying a word. His dark eyes were filled with complex and indistinguishable emotions.

Well, there is still a long way to go.

At least now she doesn't hate and reject herself like she did before.

In the past, she would rather close her eyes and ignore people than speak in such a sarcastic way.

He asked the imperial physician, and learned that Chang Qing was mentally stimulated and tense all the time, so he was extremely emotional and his mood was unstable.

Xu Qingchen's words were still ringing in his ears: "My Lord, the princess cannot be stimulated now. You must take good care of her. If you let the disease develop, I'm afraid she will have difficulty controlling herself in the future. Also, her body is weak to begin with, and after this, I'm afraid she will develop a chronic disease. She must strengthen her exercise."

He had been to the cold palace to find scapegoats for the people in the palace, and had seen those crazy concubines with messy hair and dirty bodies.

Some were lying on the ground looking for ants, some were looking out the window and singing, hoping for the emperor's grace, some were dancing with tears streaming down their faces, and some were holding clothes and stones as if they were children.

He didn't show any emotion when he saw those things, but deep down, Ye Fuheng didn't want Chang Qing to become that kind of person.

He casually talked to Changqing about what happened in the court today and mentioned some funny gossip.

"The young master of Lord Lin's family was hit on the head on the street today. I heard that he almost lost his life before he returned to the mansion because he wanted to join in the fun of the little princess. He was stripped of his clothes and smeared with gravy. After being bitten by a wild dog, a woman with butcher's money ran out from nowhere and shouted at him to pay compensation, but later changed her mind and killed Mr. Lin..."

Chang Qing didn't look at him, but quietly pricked up his ears.

Ye Fuheng paused, somewhat amused by her reaction, and had no intention of continuing.

"It's getting late, you should rest."

Chang Qing turned around and saw that his expression had not changed. He became a little angry and lay down.

Not to mention whetting people's appetite, this bastard obviously wants me to open my mouth and talk to him.

Chang Qing was too lazy to act anymore, he just turned his body away gently, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely cold, without a trace of emotion.

Seeing that she was sulking alone, Ye Fuheng covered her with a quilt and even flicked the corner of the quilt.

"Jinhua, let me teach you martial arts."

He clearly felt the girl's body stiffen. He thought she would agree, but she said calmly, "I don't want to learn."

Ye Fuheng was slightly startled. In the past, she always followed him and clamored to learn martial arts. Later, when she was learning Qinggong, she accidentally fell into the water and fell seriously ill. Her father then did not allow her to learn anymore.

In addition, as the most dazzling noble lady in the capital, she also had to learn music, chess, calligraphy, painting, needlework, socializing, housekeeping, and when she had time, she would also study military books and history books. She didn't have time for these, so learning martial arts was thrown to the back of her mind.

When I mention it again, it seems like it was from my past life.