Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Qiuqiu watched her young lady run over, and looked at the regent with blood all over his head and a look of self-blame. It was hard to tell at all that she had done it on purpose.

Chang Qing showed his true feelings and pressed a handkerchief on Ye Fuheng's head, causing Ye Fuheng to gasp in pain.

The girl's grip was too strong, and she didn't use enough force in her panic. Ye Fuheng looked at her but couldn't bear to remind her to be gentler. He just felt as if his chest was shaking violently, and his heart was filled with joy.

The eunuch in the palace cried out in pain and hurried forward: "Quickly call the imperial physician, the prince is injured."

He glanced at Chang Qing calmly, knowing in his heart that this was probably Ye Fuheng's sweetheart. She was indeed extremely beautiful, with bright eyes as cold as jade, cherry lips as charming as agate, and a charming appearance that could captivate the whole country. She walked slowly like a lotus. She just stood there with her brows slightly furrowed, which made people's hearts feel broken and painful.

But it’s different from the rumors. No matter how you look at it, it seems that this young lady is interested in the prince.

He was stunned by what he saw, and was awakened only when the imperial edict in his hand fell. He hurriedly picked up the imperial edict that fell on the snow, and then he realized that the rumors outside were true. He even felt that the text was shallow and he had to see it with his own eyes to know the truth.

Chang Qing didn't even look at the red-stained handkerchief and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Ye Fuheng gently grasped her slender wrist, a smile spilled from the corners of his lips, he felt unable to blink, looked at the self-blaming girl, and comforted her: "It doesn't hurt."

Chang Qing looked at him in surprise, then glanced at the wound, hesitant to speak, and asked uncertainly: "Does it really not hurt?"

Ye Fuheng swore, "It doesn't hurt, it's just that the blood all over my face is a little scary, this little injury is nothing serious."

Chang Qing shook off his hand, stretched out his finger and poked his forehead, using some strength, his nails sank into the flesh, and smiled: "It seems that it really doesn't hurt, Ah Heng, your skin is so thick."

Ye Fuheng: “…”

He quickly grabbed Chang Qing and stopped her from touching him.

Chang Qing was also happy to have some free time, so he followed her into the house and waited for the imperial physician to come and bandage her.

After the imperial physician finished bandaging the wound, the eunuch Xiaocai who delivered the imperial edict looked at him cautiously and said, "Your Majesty, envoys from various countries have arrived. His Majesty invites you to the palace to discuss matters."

Ye Fuheng was unwilling to go despite the injury, but he had to give the little emperor some face. He stood up, glanced at Chang Qing, and softened his voice a little: "You just played in the snow, ask the servants to prepare ginger soup to keep you warm, don't complain about the taste."

He seemed to have thought of something and smiled, "Chang'an has been very busy recently. You haven't been out for a long time. Wait for me to come back home. I will take you back to Zhifu later to relax. Be good."

"You go ahead. I won't run around." Chang Qing chuckled, turned around and left, her bright red skirt fluttering, "I'm going to practice martial arts."

Back at the training ground, Chang Qing waved the whip. Ye Fuheng's words sounded nice, but he just didn't want her to leave the house alone. She had to have him accompany her wherever she went.

If he doesn't have time, just stay there quietly.

When Changqing was still ill, Ye Fuheng was afraid that she would be bored, so he invited a few young ladies to keep her company and talk. After she recovered, all the invitations from other noble ladies to the palace were withheld by Ye Fuheng.

Over time, except for a few exceptions, basically no noble lady would invite Chang Qing to any tea party or flower viewing party.

Changqing has always known about this, but just didn't point it out.

After a while, the butler led the two thin young men to the martial arts training ground: "Princess, this is the new martial arts master."

"Xiwang, Nan'an, meet the princess."

The two men stepped forward and saluted with respectful expressions, their eyes fixed elsewhere, not daring to look at Chang Qing.

If they dared to stare at the princess and the prince heard about it, he would definitely dig out their eyes and feed them to the dogs when he returned. They were not allowed to have physical contact with the princess, otherwise they would lose their lives.

Looking west, Nan'an felt a little bitter. The pressure was even greater than when he went on a mission himself. How should he teach this?

When practicing martial arts, one always has to correct the movements, and physical contact is inevitable. The prince also instructed that the teacher must teach with all his heart and not make the princess unhappy.

As they taught, the two of them became less calm.

Oh shit, how is the princess so awesome?

He is simply a martial arts genius.

This made them both itchy, wishing they could teach her all their skills, but Chang Qing just glanced at them with a half-smile and pointed at Qiu Qiu: "Teach her."

She was just pretending to practice martial arts so that she wouldn't have to explain herself if a fight broke out.

As for Qiuqiu, she has accompanied the original owner for so many lifetimes, and her ending in each lifetime was very miserable. Changqing still hopes that her martial arts skills can be better. Even if she can't become a martial arts master, she can at least protect herself.

After all, it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish.

Qiuqiu was slightly startled, looked at Changqing, and when she nodded, she picked up the whip.

In less than half an incense stick of time, Qiuqiu sat down on the ground, hugged Changqing's thighs, and said with tears and snot: "Miss, I really can't practice it."

Chang Qing lifted her up, his expression slightly serious, he looked at her quietly, and continued: "Qiuqiu, let's hold on a little longer."

Qiuqiu gritted her teeth and nodded.

She couldn't hold her young lady back, so she whipped her arms until they were numb and she lost all feeling. Nan'an opened her mouth, wanting to remind her that today's training was enough, but seeing her determined expression, she swallowed the words back.

The last ray of light in the sky disappeared and the night deepened before Ye Fuheng came back.

Changqing was helping Qiuqiu apply medicine. Qiuqiu's palms were broken and bleeding. Her eyes were red and tears were welling up in her eyes. When Changqing was applying the medicine, she hissed softly.

After just two breaths, a cool feeling came over Qiuqiu and she no longer felt so uncomfortable.

She pulled Chang Qing's sleeve and looked at the person in front of her pitifully: "Good lady, can you not practice tomorrow?"

"No." Chang Qing refused without even thinking about it.

"Miss, you usually love me, but now you love me just this once. Look at my hand. It's almost broken."

Chang Qing put the blue and white jade bottle aside, stretched out his hand and tapped her forehead: "It's no use calling you Miss, you can't give up halfway. The whip is the most suitable weapon for you. You can't use other weapons. Even if you practice, it will not only waste time, but also be useless and can't hit anyone."

"Qiuqiu, we have to pay back for the hardships we have endured."

Chang Qing suddenly smiled. In the light of the candle, her facial features were clear and hazy, her fair face looked like pear blossoms weighed down by the first snow, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the candlelight beside her could not sweep away the coldness on her body.

Under the pale moonlight, Ye Fuheng stood far away and watched this scene. He was distracted for a moment, and he did not look away until the chill penetrated into his fingertips.

He called out softly, "Nan'an."

Nan'an appeared like a ghost, knelt in front of him, and reported Changqing's every move today.

After he finished speaking, he knelt quietly on the ground.

Ye Fuheng listened without joy or sadness, slightly closed his eyes, and slowly said: "You mean she has a strong talent for martial arts."

"Yes, although the princess is weak, she is very talented." Nan An paused slightly and continued: "The princess was very happy today and asked about the prince, asking who is more powerful between her and the prince, and also said."

Ye Fuheng raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile in his eyes: "What else do you want to say?"

"She said she wanted to compete with the prince and beat him down, so that you would be like her and unable to get out of bed. After that, she threw the whip aside and said she was a little tired, so she asked Miss Qiuqiu to practice for her."

Ye Fuheng seemed a little helpless. Just by listening, he could already imagine the scene.

"How can you learn martial arts by letting others do it for you? How can she learn it like this? You should teach her wholeheartedly. She is usually bored. I am busy with official duties recently, so she can only rely on this to kill time."

"Yes."

Nan'an disappeared without a trace like a ghost.