Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Ye Fuheng walked into the room, his eyes fell on Changqing's hand as he was applying medicine to Qiuqiu, a barely perceptible trace of displeasure flashed across his face, but as he had something else to do today and did not accompany Changqing to practice martial arts, he broke his promise first and did not dare to say anything more.

His forehead was bandaged, and his usually cruel and cold face now looked more humane and pleasing to the eye.

"Jinhua, go change your clothes and I'll take you out for a walk."

Chang Qing raised her eyes slightly, as if smiling, picked out a light pink embroidered silk dress, turned around and walked towards the screen in the room.

“Qiuqiu, after practicing martial arts with the princess for a whole day, just stay in the mansion.”

Qiuqiu frowned slightly. She was worried about letting Changqing go out with Ye Fuheng alone. Who knew if this lunatic would attack her young lady.

She said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Thank you for your grace, Your Highness. I have always been thick-skinned and I don't feel tired. Your Highness, please let me follow the young lady. There are many people in Chang'an, and it will be easier to take care of the young lady."

Under Ye Fuheng's cold and oppressive gaze, Qiu Qiu felt as if her blood was freezing, and her legs under her skirt were trembling slightly.

Qiuqiu, you can't back down.

Qiuqiu tried hard to cheer herself up in her heart, lowered her head slightly, clenched her teeth, and did not show any fear on the surface.

"The young lady has always disliked others serving her closely. If someone else were to serve her, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to adapt, and it would be a waste of the prince's intention to take her for a walk."

Ye Fuheng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked Qiuqiu up and down for a moment, and finally said in annoyance: "Take good care of her. If she has any accident, you will not be able to live. The reason why I am still keeping you now is just because she is in poor health and can't stand the worry. If you dare to say something you shouldn't say again, I have plenty of ways to make you disappear quietly."

"Yes!"

Qiuqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt her legs were so weak that she had no strength at all. She almost fell to the ground. If Ye Fuheng hadn't spoken and broken the dead silence, she would have been exposed in two seconds.

She knew that Ye Fuheng would definitely bring the young lady back to Zhi Mansion today, and they might even run into Master Nan. This was a warning to her not to talk nonsense.

The room suddenly fell silent. Qiuqiu stood quietly by the side, waiting for Changqing to come out.

After Changqing changed her clothes and came out, Ye Fuheng paused while drinking tea, and suddenly he regretted agreeing to take Changqing out. He stood up, without even looking at Qiuqiu, he picked up the veil, walked to Changqing, and helped her put it on.

He whispered, "There are a lot of people outside, and there are bound to be people with bad intentions. It's safer to wear a veil."

When they walked outside the palace, there was already a carriage waiting on the side. In the prosperous and luxurious Chang'an, this carriage was not outstanding and could even be said to be ordinary. Nan'an jumped off the carriage and put the stool away.

Ye Fuheng suddenly reached out and grabbed Chang Qing's hand. Chang Qing's body stiffened and she subconsciously tried to break free, but Ye Fuheng increased the strength of his hand, pinching her so hard that it hurt a little.

Chang Qing frowned, what's wrong with you, you bastard?

She almost had a uterine cold that froze her. The coldness flowed along her skin and seemed to penetrate into her blood, making her shiver uncontrollably.

"Is it cold?"

Ye Fuheng looked at Chang Qing, his eyes revealing a little worry: "There is a heater in the carriage. I will ask someone to send a cloak later."

Chang Qing: “…”

This man is not only a psychopath, but also a moron. The reason why she was shivering was because her body was frozen by his claws.

Ye Fuheng's hands were just like him, cold and without any human warmth. He held Chang Qing's hand, stroking it gently with his fingertips. He felt as if he was holding a piece of warm jade and was reluctant to let go.

Chang Qing was too lazy to explain, so he quietly let Ye Fuheng help him get into the carriage.

Just as Qiuqiu was about to get into the carriage, Nan'an stopped her. He cracked the whip and said with a smile, "It's better for you to sit outside. This is the prince's wish."

Qiuqiu hummed softly and sat on the other side. She felt something poking her leg. She reached out and took it out, and found that it was another whip.

She remembered what Chang Qing taught her, and without caring about the scratches on her hands, she whipped the whip, making crackling sounds like firecrackers exploding, looking very majestic.

Nan'an glanced at her and shook his head slightly. His movements were standard, but he didn't have much strength, and his speed was not fast enough. If he was the enemy, Qiuqiu would have died more than ten times in this period of time.

However, compared to the weirdness some time ago, there has been a lot of progress now.

"Oh." Qiuqiu sighed and put away the whip.

"Don't be impatient, take your time. Martial arts training is not a one-day job. You don't have internal strength, so it's already pretty good to be able to do this."

Nan'an would occasionally find topics to chat with Qiuqiu, and even taught her how to drive a car. The atmosphere was very lively, so Qiuqiu didn't feel embarrassed.

Listening to the laughter coming from outside, the carriage was obviously too quiet. Chang Qing leaned on the brocade couch, looking at the fragrance of the mist rising from the incense burner. He read a book by himself and didn't pay much attention to Ye Fuheng.

"Jinhua."

Ye Fuheng looked at her, his eyes were so dark that people could not tell what he was thinking at the moment. His gaze fell on the word "history book", and then turned to look at the slender jade fingers holding the half-rolled book.

Perhaps it was the scent of agarwood that made his eyes dim for a moment. He leaned down slightly to block out Chang Qing's light.

Chang Qing frowned and reached out to push him away.

"It blocks the light. You need to see it yourself and get another one."

As he said that, he reached out and threw a book beside him to Ye Fuheng, not caring whether he hit anyone or not, and continued reading with great interest.

Ye Fuheng originally stretched out his hand to catch it, but Chang Qing was too fast. He pushed him away and threw it out in one go. The originally injured forehead was hit by Chang Qing, and the white gauze was instantly soaked with blood red.

Looking at the person who didn't notice anything, he smiled bitterly and bent down to pick up the book from the carriage.

Whatever, she didn't mean it.

Over the years, her habit of ignoring her surroundings when reading has not changed much.

I remember one time, she was obsessed with "The Spring and Autumn Annals". It happened that Nan Yusheng became Zhifu's disciple and studied with her. Zhifu asked someone to invite her to meet a guest.

She was walking and reading a book, not paying attention to her feet. She missed a step and fell into the lotus pond. After falling in, her first reaction was not to shout for help, but to thrash in the water and shout, "My book, my book, save my book."

After she was rescued, she looked extremely miserable. She looked at the book which had turned into a pile of waste paper with mist in her eyes. No matter how others tried to comfort her, she just could not be happy.

"Miss, tomorrow, ask Ah Fu to go buy you another one. Why are you ruining your body like this?"

Little Zhi Jinhuan shook her head and hugged the Spring and Autumn Annals tightly, "It's different. This one was left to me by my grandfather. It's full of his annotations. You don't understand it at all."

Having said that, he pushed everyone away and ran back to the room.

Seeing Chang Qing like this now, I couldn't help but think of the little girl in my memory when she was eleven years old, with eyes as red as a rabbit, and she looked so obedient and sweet.