Chapter 67 In return, she sent one...

That means you like watching it.

Fu Huaiqing tapped the book, staring at her thoughtfully.

Biezhi: "..."

Who wouldn't like it!

However, she would never dare to say this to his face. Having read extensively, she vaguely remembered that when a man encounters other men, his subconscious desire to compare them is like a raging flame, which ignites with the slightest touch, without needing a flint.

She blinked, and said, contradicting herself, "I don't really like it that much."

"Oh?" Fu Huaiqing raised an eyebrow slightly.

He closed the book, stood up, walked to the window, opened it, and casually tossed the book outside. "If you don't like it, just let Jiang Yue deal with it."

Suddenly, Biezhi's eyes widened.

My gaze followed the books that had been thrown into the yard, and I was utterly astonished.

A unique copy, with only one copy in the world!

She took a deep breath and glanced at Fu Huaiqing, who looked calm and composed. His calm and unwavering eyes seemed to say that if she dared to pick it up, she wouldn't just have experienced what she had just gone through, but would actually be killed.

The size she had just seen flashed through her memory, and Biezhi's Adam's apple bobbed for a moment before she silently shut her mouth. She gave a forced smile and ruthlessly dismissed him: "It's getting late, you should go."

“Jiang Yue has already picked it up.” Fu Huaiqing saw through her thoughts and said slowly, “I couldn’t wait for you to pick it up.”

Biezhi: "..."

asshole!

How did he know that he planned to secretly go and get him back after kicking him out?

With her gaze fixed on the tall figure of the man who turned and left slightly, Biezhi's eyes widened slightly. He just left like that?

He was the one whose books were thrown away, so why was he angry?

What a stingy man!

As Biezhi muttered that she would make a note of it and get it back from him next time, her gaze suddenly met that of the figure who had returned. He walked over with a wrung-out handkerchief in his hand, silently wrapped it around his wrist, and wiped his knuckles one by one.

After carefully wiping the girl's slender fingers, Fu Huaiqing slightly lifted his drooping eyelids, looking into her bewildered eyes. Her clear, bright eyes were filled with his image, nothing else.

After gazing at it quietly for a while, he felt a little better.

Despite all his efforts to guard against it, no one ever told him that he also needed to be wary of the man in the book.

Fu Huaiqing gave a cold laugh.

The inanimate objects in the book are so beautiful that you have to hold them on your bed to look at them?

He said calmly, "A book is just a book after all; the dead can't compare to the living."

Betsuba agrees with this.

The curves of his muscles, hidden beneath his elaborate clothes, were just right, rising and falling with his breath. They were incredibly beautiful and truly captivating, so much so that she couldn't resist touching them a little longer.

Their eyes met briefly, and Fu Huaiqing's thin lips curved slightly upward.

He stepped forward.

The moment their shoes touched, a tingling, numbing sensation rippled through the air from below. Bie Zhi's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden magnification of his handsome face, and his breathing slowed slightly.

Her palm was pulled away and placed on the man's firm and powerful waist and abdomen.

The undulating curve of her waist and abdomen seeped through her clothes into his palm, and traveled along the veins beneath his palm to her entire body. Her breath hitched, and she let him guide her palm across her waist and abdomen.

For a moment, Biezhi even felt that she was the one who had taken a lot of tonics.

Otherwise, why would I feel like I'm about to have a nosebleed?

Fu Huaiqing looked at the girl in front of him whose cheeks had turned from fair to rosy in an instant, and said in a husky voice with a hint of seduction: "Isn't it more real and tangible than what's in books?"

Upon hearing this, Biezhi blinked.

She was so engrossed in watching.

No one had ever told her that men could be as alluring as foxes.

Fu Huaiqing slowly released her hand, leaned down slightly, and moved a little closer. He clearly heard the girl's breath catch in her throat, and chuckled softly.

Once she came to her senses, Biezhi fled in panic, covering her face with the quilt as if she were burying her head in the sand.

Suddenly, Fu Huaiqing burst out laughing.

He stepped forward and sat down beside the couch, his gaze fixed on her face through the thin quilt. He pulled down slightly with his palm, revealing the girl's fair face with a delicate pink hue.

Seeing the mocking look in her deep eyes, Biezhi felt a surge of anger. She parted her lips slightly, but before she could speak, a breath landed on the corner of her mouth.

A very light kiss, like a feather.

The trembling sensation from the feathers brushing past came in waves, never subsiding even in my dream.

When she woke up the next day, Biezhi stared blankly at her reddened palms.

She summoned the guards on patrol outside and asked them if they had any way to stop Fu Huaiqing outside Qinghe Courtyard. The guards on duty were stunned when they heard her words and looked at each other. Where did they get the courage to stop His Highness Prince Su outside Qinghe Courtyard?

Not to mention the entire Prince Su's mansion, the whole world belongs to him; he can go wherever he wants.

However, seeing the girl's bright and slightly excited expression, as if she was particularly looking forward to being able to stop Prince Su at Qinghe Courtyard, they dared not refuse outright.

After hesitating for a while, the leading guard gritted his teeth and agreed.

After the Western Lan Kingdom prince and princess finished their homage ceremony, Fu Huaiqing returned from the palace and walked towards Qinghe Courtyard without delay. When the guards outside the courtyard saw him arrive, they gritted their teeth and knelt down to block his way.

Fu Huaiqing listened to the guard's reply with a frown, then raised his gaze slightly to meet the smiling eyes in the courtyard.

The girl standing in the courtyard said silently, "You are not allowed to come in without my permission."

Fu Huaiqing chuckled.

He scanned her bright, mischievous eyes with sharp eyes, gave Jiang Yue a look, and then, following her wishes, returned to his study.

The guards patrolling outside Qinghe Courtyard all received rewards.

Every day after court, the first thing Fu Huaiqing did upon returning to the Prince Su's residence was to go to Qinghe Courtyard, but he was always stopped outside.

For four whole days, they did not receive permission to step into Qinghe Courtyard.

Even though he didn't come, the soup dumplings bearing the mark of Wuweipu never stopped coming. Whenever Biezhi saw the steaming soup dumplings, she would think of rushing to the study to find him. However, it's best to avoid doing things like this when you're hurting yourself as much as you can.

So when Fu Huaiqing sent her some soup dumplings, she reciprocated by sending her a top-quality tonic.

If she's not having a good time, he shouldn't expect to either.

The same was true on the fifth day.

Fu Huaiqing looked at the girl, who was only ten feet away from him, with a slightly helpless expression. He glanced down at her palm and asked thoughtfully, "Still feeling unwell?"

Bessa, who had almost forgotten about the matter: "..."

It would have been better if she hadn't asked, because asking reminded her of the ointment for the abrasions that Fu Huaiqing had sent two days ago.

I should have strangled him that night.

Biezhi glared at him, thinking angrily.

"Your Highness."

Jiang Yue strode over quickly and whispered something to the side.

After hearing his words, a barely perceptible dark glint flashed in Fu Huaiqing's eyes, and he hummed in response.

Before he could even speak, Biezhi had already figured out that the courtiers were requesting an audience.

Before she knew Fu Huaiqing, Prince Su was only mentioned in the occasional conversations of passersby, and she mostly thought that he was decisive and ruthless. Now that she has been living in Prince Su's mansion for some time, she has come to know how busy he is.

Even so, amidst his busy schedule, he still managed to find time to deceive himself.

Biezhi wanted to scold him, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Watching the man's departing figure, she hesitated, wanting to say something but holding back.

That's enough.

Let him suffocate.

Biezhi was about to return to the courtyard to continue practicing swordsmanship when she caught a glimpse of Fu Shuning rushing over. The girl looked slightly excited, her eyes sparkling. She waved to Fu Shuning when she saw her, and was already panting when she reached her.

Fu Shuning glanced back at the Prince Su's residence, where no one else was yet, then turned around and took Biezhi's hand to hide to the side, panting as she said, "I just heard that the prince of Xilan Kingdom is requesting an audience, so I rushed here without stopping."

Upon hearing this, Biezhi suddenly realized what was going on.

It seemed that the person who had come to request an audience was not a court official but a prince from the Western Lan Kingdom. Biezhi naturally knew that the prince had already entered the capital, but she didn't quite understand. "Isn't it normal for a prince to come and request an audience?"

Fu Shuning cautiously peeked outside, but still couldn't see him. She turned back to her and raised an eyebrow: "The important thing is, he's really good-looking. If you don't meet him, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

"Is it really that good-looking?" Biezhi asked, her face full of doubt. "How does it compare to your brother?"

Fu Shuning pondered for a moment and said, "Each has its own merits."

Seeing that she and Fu Huaiqing each had their own strengths, Biezhi suddenly became interested. She tilted her head, not seeing anyone passing by.

The two waited and waited, but after half a cup of tea's time, they still hadn't seen anyone.

"Why don't we go to the study and take a look?" Fu Shuning was getting restless. Logically speaking, the two of them had come to the Su Prince's Mansion one after the other, so he couldn't possibly not have arrived yet. "He might have already gone somewhere else."

After thinking it over, Biezhi felt it wasn't very feasible.

If Fu Huaiqing catches them red-handed...

The man's deep eyes flashed before her eyes, and she still didn't know how to deal with herself.

She swallowed hard. "I think I'll pass."

Upon hearing this, Fu Shuning stared at her for a moment, then instantly understood what she meant. Remembering how her rare books had almost all been taken away a couple of days ago, she felt a lingering fear.

A man consumed by jealousy is indeed not someone to be trifled with.

However, she might regret it for the rest of her life if she didn't see it. Thinking of Fu Shuning's words, Biezhi felt a little itchy. She was silent for a moment, glanced at the high walls around Qinghe Courtyard, raised her chin slightly and pointed to a place connected to the study, and said, "Let's go take a look over there?"

“Okay.” Fu Shuning’s dark eyes lit up. “I’ll have them send over a ladder.”

Biezhi stopped her.

Fu Shuning followed the girl forward, confused. The moment she was lifted up, her eyes widened. Before she could even speak, she was standing at the highest point of the wall, still holding her own branch.

In an instant, the view of the study and courtyard was completely revealed.

Fu Shuning suddenly understood what her brother meant.

If she wanted to leave, no one in the Prince Su's residence could stop her.

Biezhi lowered her eyelids slightly and caught a glimpse of the astonished girl in her arms. She thought she had frightened her. "Frightened?"

Upon hearing the question, Fu Shuning quickly shook her head, staring blankly at her. Bie Zhi's expression was completely normal, as if she were a baby only half a month old in her arms. "Isn't it heavy?"

Biezhi: "Very light."

Fu Shuning: "..."

She knew she was still growing, not heavy but certainly not light, and certainly not very light either. She asked hesitantly, "Really?"

The branch nodded.

The girl in his arms was indeed very light, "and I am a little stronger than the average person."

Fu Shuning's eyes widened slightly.

Just as she was about to speak, she caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar figure approaching. She quickly turned her head to look and introduced him, saying, "The man walking at the front is Prince Huyan Daji of the Xilan Kingdom."

Upon hearing this, Biezhi lifted her eyes and followed her gaze.

The man at the forefront had deep, sharp features with a touch of exotic charm. She didn't think he was inferior to Fu Huaiqing, but he was certainly unforgettable, like a antelope on the plateau, full of vigor.

Fu Shuning: "It's strange, it's the first time I've seen him without Huyan Naren."

Upon hearing the name, Biezhi knew that the other party must be the princess of Xilan Kingdom. The two siblings were traveling to the capital together, and it seemed that they had also heard that Xilan Kingdom wanted to form a marriage alliance with Li Dynasty.

Currently, among the imperial clan, Fu Huaiqing is the only eligible man.

"The Xilan Kingdom's visit to the capital for the pilgrimage will not last long. Huyan Daji will depart from the capital in two days. However, based on my recent contact with Huyan Naren, I have learned that Huyan Daji seems to want her to stay in the capital."