Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Ye Fuheng lowered his head and casually flipped through a few pages. Suddenly, a drop of blood dripped onto the book, slowly blurring the handwriting until it became a pool of thick ink and could no longer be seen.

He put the book aside, reached out his hand and gently touched his forehead, only to find that the blood was still flowing, and his white palm was all covered in blood.

He wanted to wipe off all the blood, but it just kept flowing out, as if it couldn't be wiped off. It rolled down his forehead and onto his eyelashes, and he felt a blood mist.

"Master, what happened?"

Nan'an's voice sounded a little doubtful. He smelled a faint smell of blood. Although it was not strong, for him who had been walking on the edge of life and death for many years, it was easy to tell where the smell of blood came from.

"It's OK. The wound has split open." Ye Fuheng's tone was cold, without any excessive emotion. He lifted a corner of the car curtain with his fingers and said, "Nan'an, where are we?"

"West City."

"Let's find a place to stop. It's rare to see such a lively scene. I will accompany the princess for a good stroll. Let two people follow and the others will protect her in secret."

Coinciding with the end of the year, the court ordered the cancellation of the curfew in West Market. People came and went, just like a busy market in the daytime. Big red lanterns were hung on both sides of the street, illuminating the whole Chang'an. From time to time, layers of crowds surrounded the acrobats, watching the flames spewing from the performers' mouths, and applauded.

This luxurious and prosperous city is home to the most exquisite and precious things in the world. Even various trends originated in Chang'an, and even drinking tea and making friends have a series of rules.

Even if you throw a brick into the air, the person you hit will be a powerful and influential person.

Under such a grand scene, in Chang'an, even the beggars on the streets have a hint of pride.

This was the first time Chang Qing had come out to see the outside world since he had been in this world for so long. In the past, he was trapped in the palace and became a pampered canary in Ye Fuheng's hands.

She just looked at the night scene like this. In Zhi Jinhuan's memories of several lifetimes, it seemed as if there were layers of fog between them, like a scene in a dream that was locked up.

Now that she is revisiting the old place, she can't tell the difference between her past and present life. She only feels that her body is greedily breathing in the air from the outside world and listening to the gossips of this world.

The wound on Ye Fuheng's forehead had been re-bandaged. Chang Qing asked him to rest in the carriage, but he shook his head and insisted on staying by Chang Qing's side to feel at ease.

"I can't run."

Chang Qing looked at him and said coldly, "If you are worried about me, why did you bring me out?"

Ye Fuheng was not angry because of her dissatisfaction. After hearing this, a smile appeared on his expressionless face. The smile was extremely faint. In the hazy night, the breath he exhaled formed a ball of white mist in front of him, which was not clear. If Chang Qing did not have good eyesight, he would not be able to tell that he was smiling at all.

She said she wouldn't run away...

Regardless of the purpose and reason, or whether it was just to let down his guard, Ye Fuheng was pleased by this sentence. The light of the dim candlelight danced in his upturned dark eyes, with some complex and difficult to distinguish emotions, crazy and extremely satisfied.

This is what she said herself. If one day he found out that she had lied to him, he would make her live a life worse than death. He would break her legs, lock her up, and then massacre the entire family.

Ye Fuheng stretched out his hand and pulled Changqing forward.

Qiuqiu followed the two of them. Nan'an disappeared for a while, then stood beside Qiuqiu quietly. Even Qiuqiu didn't notice when he came back.

When you turn your head, you can't help but be startled.

"Nan'an, why are you silent?"

Nan'an didn't say anything, but just took the thing from her hand, and followed Changqing and Ye Fuheng in silence. Once a master took a fancy to something, he would step forward and pay for it with great tact.

"This noodle man is nice and pleasing."

The two men couldn't help but stop in their tracks as they looked at the ready-made dough figurines on the vendor's stall, which were so lifelike and lifelike.

"This is made in the image of my grandson." The old man said with a smile, his eyes full of love as he looked at the little dough figurine: "He is still young, and the weather is too cold, so he went home early."

"If you want, I can make one for you two. Those who have come to me are all in love and have many children."

Ye Fuheng's eyes moved slightly and he asked for two dough figurines.

The old man was pinching the dough deftly while chatting with the people next to him. After a short while, he had finished making the dough figurine according to Ye Fuheng's design.

He handed it to the person next to him to color it. When it came to shaping Chang Qing, he had a hard time because the girl's veil went from her head down, almost covering her upper body.

"Sir, your wife is wearing a veil..."

Before she finished her words, Chang Qing had already stretched out her fingers and gently lifted the veil. As she moved, there was silence all around, and faint sounds of gasps were heard.

Those who knew Ye Fuheng who was by her side couldn't help but sigh, no wonder this cruel and ruthless regent forced the only young lady of the Zhi family to break off her engagement and forcibly married him. Damn, even if it was him, he wouldn't be able to resist her.

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She smiled lightly, her eyebrows and eyes were clear and pure, like a fairy banished from heaven. The light from the crimson lanterns behind her was overshadowed by her. She stood in the crowd, as if separated from her surroundings.

She is the one I see and she is the one I think of. No one else can be seen by me anymore.

Nan Yusheng also stood in the crowd, his eyes fell on the girl, watching her holding the dough figurine until she was carried away by the crowd. He bent down slightly, and a hint of blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"grown ups."

Seeing this, the people next to him quickly stepped forward to support him, with anxiety in their eyes. Nan Yusheng closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them he was clear-headed again.

He took the case file from his subordinate and said with a smile, "I'm fine. It's the New Year period now. You should go home and reunite with your family as soon as possible. Don't keep your brother and sister-in-law waiting for too long."

"I will visit the teacher later to discuss the issue of girls' education with him."

His subordinate showed a conflicted look, looked at the bright and clear Nan Yusheng, and said: "Sir, do you still want to report the matter of opening a girls' school?"

"This... I'm afraid it will affect your future. Your Excellency has a bright future ahead of you. You will be rich and powerful, and you are highly valued by His Majesty. Why do you have to do something that offends others? That's all I have to say. Your Excellency should think about it carefully."

Lin Xu didn't understand why Nan Yusheng wanted to do such a thankless task. He was almost scolded to death by the ministers in the court when he suggested that women could take the imperial examinations.

That day, he stood up alone, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and he disturbed the world with just a little effort.

The solemn court instantly turned into a noisy market. One after another, important officials of the court came out to refute him. Some even cited dozens of reasons on the spot, but he, who was well prepared, refuted them one by one, making the scholars and officials so angry that they blew their beards and glared.

In the end, His Majesty rejected his proposal.