Chapter 22 Jealousy Most leaders are easily swayed and confused. ...

Seeing Feng Huaihe's smile, Zhu Qing breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he wasn't angry.

Come to think of it, she was just late; there's no need to be angry with her.

But regarding his time with Zhang Yin today… Zhu Qing pondered whether Zhang Yin was his rival in love or not, and whether it was best not to say anything.

Zhu Qing then said, "My third brother, the neighbor's sister, and I went to the market to buy some paper and pens, which is why we are late. I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting."

"I didn't wait long," Feng Huaihe replied casually. He had been waiting since morning, but when noon came and she didn't appear, he worried that something might have happened to her on her way here. So he went to Qingxi Village to find out, only to find her with Zhang Yin.

That's all.

It's nothing.

As if in a casual conversation, Feng Huaihe asked, "Besides buying paper and pens, is there anything else you do? For example, what kind of people you meet, or what interesting things you do?"

Zhu Qing thought for a moment, "Nothing interesting happened. We had lunch in town." Afraid he would ask, she added, "We ate mutton hot pot."

"Besides Third Brother and Sangguo, is there anyone else?"

"It's gone."

“Oh,” Feng Huaihe’s smile deepened, half-jokingly saying, “You’ve forgotten about me when you’re with other people.”

It seemed like a trick of the mind, but Zhu Qing felt that he was emphasizing the words "together".

But looking at the poppy shells on the table, I guessed he was sick and his speech was incoherent.

Zhu Qing awkwardly scratched the back of her head: "You didn't forget, did you? Here I am, aren't I? Where are the flower seeds? Hurry up and plant them so I can go home..."

What's your rush?

Feng Huaihe got up from the table and slowly walked towards Zhu Qing.

He was tall and imposing, breaking Zhu Qing's stereotype of scholars and literati. When he approached, he brought a strong sense of oppression like a mountain, blocking the little sunlight of the setting sun and casting a hazy shadow.

Zhu Qing was shrouded in shadow. She looked up and vaguely sensed something was amiss.

Feng Huaihe stood with his back to the light, and although he was smiling, there was no warmth in his eyes.

Zhu Qing couldn't help but step back.

He pressed closer: "You and he can chat for so long outside the crowded Wenmofang, while I, the head of the secretariat, am quietly listening to the wind, yet you're in such a hurry to go home?"

"..."

“How could there be nothing interesting?” he continued, “You and Zhang Yin already know each other…”

It was much earlier than he had thought; it was just a matter of starting school around the same time.

He thought that Zhu Qing had met Zhang Yin later when he went to the State of Jin and married him.

In her past life, when she first came to study, he was so oblivious to how little he paid attention to Zhu Qing that he didn't even know that.

"He lives in your house, wears your second brother's clothes, parades with you through the streets, buys writing materials, and even hugs you when someone bumps into you. Isn't that interesting enough?"

Zhu Qing was forced to retreat step by step: "Please, please don't get agitated. Listen to me, I'm only thinking of you, after all, Zhang Yin..."

'Clang—'

Zhu Qing's back slammed into the flower stand, and the vase crashed and shattered at her feet. Startled, she quickly glanced at the dirt and broken porcelain at her feet before rushing to look at Feng Huaihe. He had already closed in, his tall figure completely enveloping her.

"Why did you suddenly admit it?"

"I……"

"Didn't you just say that there was no one else besides Zhu Feichuan and Chen Sangguo?"

Feng Huaihe abruptly raised his voice, interrupting her. His once handsome and gentle face was now filled with hostility. "Didn't you just say that there was no one else besides Zhu Feichuan and Chen Sangguo? Then who is Zhang Yin? Where did he come from? When did you two meet? Before me? I've known you since I was five years old..."

"Can't you be reasonable for once!" Zhu Qing couldn't help but get annoyed. She had been a beast of burden for over twenty years, and she was still a beast of burden here. He even had to come to 'work overtime' on his day off. She had already put up with him for a long time!

He was so tall that Zhu Qing had to look up, glare at him fiercely, and shout, "I'm just late, that's all. I've already apologized to you. What more do you want from me?"

"You're still not convinced?" Feng Huaihe trembled with anger, veins bulging on his forehead. He pointed at the setting sun outside the window. "You're just late? Do you know I've been waiting for you all day!"

"I have a day off today, and I have my own things to do. It's not like I didn't come. Don't you have anything to do too? Who told you to just wait for me!"

Zhu Qing didn't back down, pushing him away with both hands. "Don't get so close to me. So what if you're 1.8 meters tall? Besides, you only said you'd come to plant flowers on your day off, you didn't agree on a time. So, I'm not late. I'm already here. Are you going to plant flowers or not? If not, I'm leaving!"

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

Feng Huaihe was so angry that he felt dizzy and almost fainted. "But why did you forget about me the moment you saw Zhang Yin?"

"Yes, it's not just beyond the nine heavens, it's practically the edge of the Arhats' realm! No wonder Yingchunhua doesn't like you. You deserve to lose to Zhang Yin. You're always throwing tantrums, you..."

"Shut up!"

Feng Huaihe's chest heaved violently. How dare they compare him to Zhang Yin? Zhang Yin is nothing now. When he gets back, he'll have someone catch up with Zhang Yin and kill him with one blow!

He strode forward, grabbed Zhu Qing's hand, and angrily demanded, "Do you even know why I brought you here? To plant forsythia for you..."

"Stop pretending! It's clearly your own idea to plant flowers, what does it have to do with me!"

"If you don't come, who will I plant for?"

"I didn't ask you to plant it for me!"

"..."

For some reason, Feng Huaihe didn't respond, and the heated argument came to an abrupt halt. The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The argument got so heated that Zhu Qingwei was panting slightly, thinking that most leaders were just like Feng Huaihe—sick!

His logic is completely nonsensical. What do you mean by "planting it for her to see"? Didn't he plant it himself for the girl he had a crush on? He's insane!

She rolled her eyes and stared at Feng Huaihe warily.

He moved.

Zhu Qing immediately became alert: "What do you want?"

Feng Huaihe approached her once again.

He moved closer, only a fist's distance from her, and with a simple bow of his head, he could kiss her dark hair.

The scent of ink and the bitter smell of poppies wafted over her, and Zhu Qing frowned. The cramped feeling of being trapped between him and the wall made her very uncomfortable, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Zhu Qing tried to avoid him, but he suddenly reached out his hand.

Zhu Qing, terrified, hurriedly warned, "I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless! I'm now the judge appointed by Eunuch Tian, ​​on equal footing with you...!"

Feng Huaihe reached up to her head and took the bow and arrow from the wall.

Zhu Qing's head buzzed.

It was just a small matter; was it really worth killing her?

Feng Huaihe remained calm, his gaze cold, as he slowly drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and raised it high.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Zhu Qing grabbed his hand as he raised his bow and arrow, her voice trembling with tears: "I shouldn't have talked back to you. No matter what, you are the head of the shogunate. Although we didn't agree on a time, I should have considered your feelings and come earlier. It was also wrong of me to hide Zhang Yin's matter from you..."

Zhu Qing clasped her hands together, bowed repeatedly to him, and looked at him with teary eyes: "Also, I didn't mean to break into your secret room. I swear, I will keep it a secret and I will never tell anyone. Please forgive me!"

Feng Huaihe glanced at her indifferently and remained silent.

He gently shook off Zhu Qing's hand that was gripping his sleeve, raised his bow and arrow high, turned around, and aimed at the round moon window.

'call out--'

The arrow flew from his bow. Zhu Qing held her breath as the arrow flew past her eyes, shooting into the courtyard outside the round moon window and piercing the throat of the person who had arrived at some unknown time.

Blood gushed from his throat, and from a distance, Zhu Qing saw him fall straight down.

The man was dressed in work clothes.

Zhu Qing's legs went weak, but Feng Huaihe reached out to support her and prevented her from falling.

This was the first time in Zhu Qing's life that he had seen the "hundred paces and a willow leaf" shooting technique up close, but he was not shocked, only horrified.

She actually dared to argue with Feng Huaihe... If the boss is unhappy, what can she do but be a lowly employee? If she doesn't appease and fawn over him, is she supposed to just wait to be shot dead by him?

Zhu Qing even felt that he did it on purpose, deliberately shooting that person to show her, to make an example of him!

She grabbed Feng Huaihe's arm, slowly stood up, and looked up at him.

Feng Huaihe glanced at her sideways, his expression aloof and cold: "What did you just say?"

darkroom?

She went there?

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