Chapter 29 Erotic Book Steals Her Oxygen

She was the dream he longed for day and night. For decades, she would appear in his dreams every midnight, but he could never truly touch her.

Right before his eyes, her slender, fair neck. Feng Huaihe stretched out his hand and measured it; it was enough for him to grab her tightly, to rob her of her oxygen, to make her breathe in his palm with every breath, to make her inhale as she inhaled, and to forcefully thrust into her as she inhaled, and to slowly withdraw from her as she exhaled.

In this way, Zhu Qing will live forever in his palm.

A mad glint gradually appeared in Feng Huaihe's eyes. Without restraint, he leaned down beside Zhu Qing and, very gently, kissed her pink lips.

When our lips touch, they feel slightly cool and soft.

Feng Huaihe's heart almost stopped. He clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on his forearms, to suppress the trembling impulse.

Afraid of waking her, I dared not linger, touching her lightly and leaving immediately.

Feng Huaihe slowly sat up and looked down at Zhu Qing, who was still fast asleep.

Feng Huaihe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully he hadn't woken her up.

He pretended nothing had happened, slowly walked to the desk, laid out his brush and ink, and began to review the documents that had been delayed for a whole day.

Just then, a rustling sound came from behind.

Feng Huaihe picked up his pen and turned around to see Zhu Qing get up from the low couch, stretch lazily, and say languidly, "What time is it? I'm going home."

She yawned, her clothes slightly disheveled from sleeping, and as she moved, they loosened, revealing a four-leaf clover birthmark on her collarbone.

Feng Huaihe took a look, picked up his pen but didn't move it, and the black ink from the tip of the pen dripped down, staining an official document with ink spots.

Zhu Qing seemed unaware of his gaze, picked up the book she hadn't finished reading, and her cheeks flushed again.

The book's content is indeed very erotic. Ever since they broke the ice, the male and female protagonists have been making love in different places every day, unlocking 360 different positions. It's simply divine, truly a masterpiece by Wang Yan of Shu.

"Have you finished reading?" Feng Huaihe asked abruptly.

Zhu Qing closed the book. "No, you said you'd wait for me to come back, and now you're here. I'm leaving."

She stood up, tidied her hair, and was about to leave.

As he passed by Feng Huaihe, he suddenly grabbed her wrist excitedly, and in his excitement, he accidentally knocked over the pen holder on the table, scattering the calligraphy brushes all over the floor.

Zhu Qing turned around in surprise, only to meet Feng Huaihe's deep eyes. The large hand gripping hers was incredibly hot, burning her body like wildfire. She struggled but couldn't break free, and shouted angrily, "Let go of me!"

Feng Huaihe gripped her even tighter: "Keeping you in the Secretariat is part of the campaign. If you leave like this, I won't stand up for you with Tian Lingzi."

He stood up from the table, his tall frame blocking the already dim light. He seemed like a mountain pressing down on her. Zhu Qing looked up at him cautiously: "What do you want to do?"

Feng Huaihe stood against the light, his face completely hidden in the shadows, making him appear even more mysterious and cold.

He said, "You'll have to stay here for the next few days and continue living in the side room. If you're scared, you can stay here with me. I'll go stay in the side room."

He looked truly terrifying; all that could be seen were a pair of dark, gleaming eyes. Zhu Qing forced herself to remain calm: "I have nothing to be afraid of, it's just that I'm not going home, brothers..."

She asked her brothers to come and get her, hoping they would come quickly so that Feng Huaihe would have no choice but to let her leave.

However, Feng Huaihe was prepared: "I already informed them during the day that you won't be coming home for the next few days."

"What"

Zhu Qing frowned. He had arranged everything so perfectly? A strange unease gripped her; she wanted a definite answer: "When can I leave?"

Feng Huaihe gestured for her to look at the tall stack of storybooks beside him, "Once you've finished reading those books and can retell them to me, you can leave."

"Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to retell what's in the book?"

He raised an eyebrow: "How's the content?"

"At once……"

Zhu Qing turned her head away: "Anyway, I can't repeat it."

"So it seems you don't really want to go home." Feng Huaihe finally let go of her: "Stay, otherwise if the publicity fails and Tian Lingzi blames you, don't blame me for not warning you."

Zhu Qing withdrew her hand and gently rubbed her wrist. She couldn't understand how Feng Huaihe, a scholar, could have such strength. Her wrist was even a little red.

Feng Huaihe added, "It will also implicate your family."

Zhu Qingyi paused, slowly raised her head to stare at Feng Huaihe, and thought silently for a while. She didn't want to implicate them.

"Then you'd better hurry up, I'm waiting to go home!" She left the secretary's room unhappily.

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Zhu Qing lay sprawled on the small couch in the side room.

The bedding had been changed and emitted a faint scent of soapberry. A small incense burner, about the size of a fist, had been placed on the table, burning some kind of incense, which made her feel somewhat drowsy.

She fell asleep without realizing it, and in her dream, she seemed to be pressed down on her, just like in the book, as if someone was piling on her body, peeling off her clothes, and kissing and caressing her.

It was as chaotic as being thrown into a furnace, hot and bloated. She felt uncomfortable and a little scared. She wanted to open her eyes to get rid of it, but her eyelids were so heavy that they kept fighting, and she couldn't open them no matter what she did.

"..."

When I woke up, it was already broad daylight.

Zhu Qing sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, recalling what had happened last night. Her head was spinning and she was so confused that she couldn't be sure if she was dreaming.

It took her a while to come to her senses. She got up and went to the mirror, peeled off her clothes, and saw a patch of white, without any kiss marks or fingerprints.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

But she still felt strange. If it was a dream, it was too real. She could even feel the weight pressing down on her, the gentle, caressing touch, and the faint sound of breathing.

"Zhu Qing?" A soft knock sounded from outside the door.

Zhu Qing tensed up as soon as she heard his voice, quickly straightened her clothes, and went to open the door.

Last night, fearing that Feng Huaihe was secretly watching her again, she locked the door with two bolts.

Hearing Feng Huaihe knocking on the door and seeing that the door bolt had clearly not been touched, Zhu Qing relaxed a little.

It seems that, at least, the precautions have been effective.

Opening the door, I saw Feng Huaihe still wearing the same snow-white shirt as yesterday, his long hair neatly tied up, holding a tray of food standing in the morning light, like a snow pine tree on a mountaintop, handsome and aloof.

"I've prepared breakfast for you. Eat it before you go back to reading." Without Zhu Qing's invitation, he strode into the room and laid out the food on the small table.

He laid out a bowl of dark, murky medicine; he even prepared that.

Zhu Qing followed behind him and said, "I don't want to read those books anymore, I want to go home."

Feng Huaihe turned around, smiled at her, and said, "Once I've finished reporting to Tian Lingzi, I'll let you go. You stay here. If you don't want to read, I'll have someone send you some little trinkets to pass the time later."

His smile was a little eerie.

His smile was forced and insincere, like a ghost in human skin.

Zhu Qing thought back to what he had said about monitoring her, and her scalp tingled. She could only stay here for one night, which was already the limit.

She didn't want to stay any longer: "Then I can go out and stay at the Mushe, with Hua Ning and the others..."

Feng Huaihe stared at her intently: "Either you stay in the Secretariat, or you leave now. If Tian Lingzi holds you accountable later, I won't protect you. Choose one, what do you say?"

His tone was somewhat cold, and Zhu Qing lowered her head uneasily. Suddenly, Feng Huaihe reached out and rubbed her head. "I have something to do outside. Think it over carefully. I hope you've made up your mind when I come back."

Feng Huaihe picked up the empty tray, walked to the threshold, then turned back and instructed, "Leave it when you're done eating, I'll come back and clean it up."

Zhu Qing watched him walk away, but lost her appetite.

She has been restless and anxious since last night.

But no matter what, we have to eat first.

After finishing her meal and drinking her medicine, Zhu Qing got up and walked out.

She went to see if there was any other way to get out, but when she arrived at the gate of the secretary's courtyard, she was stopped by Bao Fu.

He wasn't the only one; there were also three or five burly men with waists as thick as barrels.

Zhu Qing asked, puzzled, "Why are you stopping me? Didn't the head secretary say that no one outside the shogunate is allowed to enter? Why are there so many warriors here?"

Bao Fu scratched the back of his head, even more puzzled than her: "I don't know either. It was Secretary Zhang who ordered me to keep watch. No matter what comes out of the yard, as long as it's a living thing, I have to stop it. I didn't expect it to be you!"

Why is this so strange? Bao Fu looked at Zhu Qing in confusion, increasingly puzzled, until he was practically scratching the back of his head until it was bald.

"I thought Secretary Zhang liked the Zhuo family's daughter, which is why he sent me to bring people to treat her. But why are you hiding here? I thought you quit your job and went home!"

Zhu Qingwei was slightly taken aback: "What girl from the Zhuo family?"

Bao Fu exclaimed "Oh!" and then explained the events of yesterday to Zhu Qing.

Basically, the secretary gave him a lot of money and went to the village chief's house to ask for the person. When the village chief saw so much money, he didn't even ask what the person needed and just pushed Zhuo Yunmeng out.

Secretary Zhang even arranged a luxurious and comfortable carriage to personally pick up Zhuo Yunmeng. Bao Fu also heard people from Qingxi Village say that Secretary Zhang might have had a crush on Zhuo Yunmeng since childhood.

He assumed that the secretary liked Zhuo Yunmeng, so he brought her to Chang'an, but then ordered her to be sent to a house under the name of the Feng family. He picked a few people to serve her and then left her alone, without even glancing at her.

But looking at Zhu Qing in front of him, something seemed off?

Bao Fu had served in the shogunate for many years, and apart from the Taoist priest Jing Wan, he had never seen anyone else be able to enter the chief secretary's office. Yet Zhu Qing actually moved in directly.

Upon hearing what he said, Zhu Qing felt a sudden chill run down her spine.

The current situation clearly shows that Feng Huaihe has Zhuo Yunmeng under control. Once he has Zhuo Yunmeng under his control, why would he be afraid of not being able to control his second brother?

Zhu Qing was thinking when Bao Fu suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, I have some good news for you. Your elder brother has been assigned to the Shence Army by the Secretary! The Secretary is so good to you..."

Zhu Qing's vision went black.

"Secretary Zhang also heard that your third brother is planning to go into business, and he intends to help him. Secretary Zhang's family are big merchants, and they have the most experience..."

Zhu Qing's vision went black again.

She immediately sensed that Feng Huaihe wanted to control her entire family.

Zhu Qing was anxious to leave, but Bao Fu quickly grabbed her, his voice trembling with fear: "Don't go, don't go! Secretary Zhang said that if we let them escape, he'll chop me into pieces!"

Hearing the commotion, three or five martial artists nearby gathered around. They were more than a head taller than Zhu Qing, standing in front of her like several walls. She looked up high and could only see their nostrils.

"..."

Zhu Qing gave up. There was no point in being stubborn anymore. If they went head-to-head, the other person could lift ten of her with one hand.

She returned to the chief secretary's office in a daze, and suddenly realized that she had been placed under house arrest by Feng Huaihe.

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Hua Chao traveled back to the late Tang Dynasty.

When she opened her eyes, it was a dark and windy night with a bright moon. Someone had dug up her grave and overturned her coffin lid with a single blow.

Hua Chao looked out shakily. The madman was lying by the coffin, grinning and saying, "I've caught you again. This time I won't let you off so easily."

The madwoman immediately climbed into the coffin, her smile a perfect example of a top-tier yandere, both cold and sweet: "Wherever you run off to from now on, I'll love you there. Let's see if you dare to do it again!"

Hua Chao was terrified.

She later learned that the male ghost was her stepson.

She was a second wife of a high-ranking official, whom he married for personal gain. Her stepson was named Feng Jindeng.

She was not favored by her husband, but her stepson secretly coveted her and repeatedly threatened her to marry him.

Hua Chao refused and even faked his death to escape, but his stepson dug up his grave, lifted the coffin lid, and forcibly brought him back.

She wanted to cry but had no tears.

Later, the eunuch Tian Lingzi seized power and slaughtered all the former faction members.

She watched helplessly as her stepson seized the opportunity to steal her away, ransacking his own home and discrediting Hua Chao as his stepmother.

Therefore, they forcibly occupied it.

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Feng Jindeng tied a string of bells around Hua Chao's ankle, then placed a light kiss on the back of her fair foot:

"How could you marry him?" Feng Jindeng smiled wickedly. "He's an old geezer, how could he possibly take good care of you?"

"..."

"Want to experience the taste of youth?"

"……don't want."

He looked slightly annoyed: "Say it again?"

"Ugh...I want it."