Chapter 85: Skipping Class (1) [VIP]

She watched the heroic figure disappear in the mist, and suddenly turned around to find that the gentleman was looking at her thoughtfully.

"Why are you so angry?"

Qu Hanjin asked curiously, feeling that she had some ability to hurt people with bad words, and every word she said hit the princess's soft spot.

Just a few words made the princess so angry.

She went back to the inner room and skillfully got the gauze and plaster. She pressed her husband onto the stool, asked him to stretch out his hand, and then slowly bandaged the wound.

"Nothing else, I just don't like the princess trespassing into the elegant hall and always pestering you, sir."

"Is Qingluo jealous?" His deep eyes were filled with surprise and joy. He looked quietly at the woman in front of him who was applying medicine on her head, and gently stroked her black hair with his other hand.

"This injury... I'm afraid you won't be able to play the zither for the next few days," Chu Qingluo finally applied the plaster and carefully wrapped the gauze around him. Her expression was solemn, as if she didn't want to joke with him. "But Fu Zhao has a secret medicine that can heal the injury quickly. You can rest assured, sir."

He smiled calmly and waved his hand nonchalantly, "Even if I can't play the zither in this life, it doesn't matter."

"How can that be..." Unhappily, she continued tending to her injuries. She curled her lips slightly and muttered softly, "Master's qin skills are unmatched, and the music he plays is the best I've ever heard."

If the master could no longer play the zither because of Princess Mu Xiao's sword, she would probably regret having indulged in her momentary pleasure today.

Qu Hanjin lowered his eyes to see his palm being carefully bandaged, then looked out at the sky, and saw that it was dusk again.

He suddenly asked, "It's getting late. Where do you want to stay?"

After hearing this, she was puzzled for a long time as to what the master meant. She had already lived here for two days, so why was he asking her where she was going to stay the night?

Maybe he wanted her to move back to her boudoir or move out of the mansion.

Recalling that bedroom, she left in a hurry and had no time to pack her belongings. After being taken back to Lingning Palace by the Ninth Prince, she never returned to the elegant room to take a look.

She didn't know if those ornaments were still there, so she could take this opportunity to go back to her room and check.

Thinking of this, Chu Qingluo wanted to stand up and leave the hall. Just as she was about to let go, her wrist was tightly grasped: "Except returning to the private room in the pavilion, I have nowhere else to go."

Unexpectedly, the gentleman replied calmly, as if this was the only room left in the vast world that could accommodate her: "I have ordered your private room to be emptied, and a new girl has moved in now."

"Where are my original belongings? Did you throw them away too, sir?"

She frowned in confusion, thinking that the valuables left behind could be worth a lot of silver.

Qu Hanjin pretended to be cold and straight, and said seriously, "Nothing is missing. They are all in the inner room."

Taking advantage of her absence for a few months, her husband had quietly moved all her belongings here. It was obvious that he wanted her to live here, so why did he need to ask again...

Chu Qingluo pretended to sigh with regret, raised her bright eyes, and resolutely left the elegant room: "In this case, I have no choice but to return to the Chu residence to stay overnight..."

"Qingluo!" Seeing that she was really about to leave, he called out in a dull voice, and then he took her delicate body in his arms and asked softly after a long moment, "Can't you see what I mean by this teacher?"

It's so obvious, who can't see through it...

The gentleman wanted to sleep with me so that we could perform the Zhougong ritual and see each other every day.

But according to etiquette, you shouldn't live in the same house before the marriage is completed. This is really bad etiquette.

But the master didn't mind, so why should she care...

Smiling, she glanced back, asking with great interest one last time, her eyes gleaming, "Sir, are you truly prepared to share life and death with me?"

Qu Hanjin held her slender waist tightly, his clear eyes filled with unfathomable emotions. "At the birthday banquet, all the officials will be present to expose the Ninth Prince's crimes one by one. The rest will be judged by the world."

What he was talking about was the plan that was planned on the day of the birthday celebration. He wanted to use the birthday banquet to bring disgrace to the Ninth Prince. This was the first step.

However, even though he was guilty of many crimes, he was still the prince of the current dynasty, and Emperor Xuanlong would definitely protect the heir.

"Your Majesty will probably be furious upon hearing this." The emperor's mind is unpredictable. Even if the prince broke the law, the emperor might not punish him. She stared at him and replied in a steady voice, "Sir, you are impeaching the prince. Your Majesty will not approve it."

His calm eyes seemed to ripple. He was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth cautiously: "Then we will raise an army and rebel, and usurp the throne..."

The first step was to have Xue Chen dispatch elite city defense troops to remote areas in advance. The master would hold the military power for half a day and leave behind soldiers and generals he trusted.

And she will lead the soldiers of Long State and the people of Fuzhao to capture Daning in one fell swoop.

"If it works, I'll give you half." Chu Qingluo promised firmly, with endless hope in his eyes.

After hearing this, he smiled calmly, and lightly touched her chest with his jade finger. He seemed to be pure and indifferent, yet also seemed to be greedy and said, "I only want Qingluo's heart, and I am not interested in anything else."

She knew what he wanted. Once his revenge was achieved, she and her husband would be able to live a happy life, enjoying happiness and contentment every year.

She had to go to the Ministry of Revenue for this, and she touched it, her fingertips touching the letter and pearl hairpin in her sleeve.

That was Ru Meng's request, and it was also her key move.

Chu Qingluo's eyebrows slightly curved, "In the morning, sir, take me into the palace and take me to find the Minister of Revenue."

This was unbelievable. The young master frowned and thought deeply, not knowing when she had become the Shangshu.

"A woman, tortured day and night by the Ninth Prince, ultimately passed away in the dead of night..." She spoke solemnly, wanting to tell everyone she had seen and heard tonight, "and entrusted me to deliver her belongings."

Sitting down beside the desk, Qu Han spread out his sleeves and embraced her in his arms again, "Can you stay in the bed?"

She leaned against his chest delicately, lowered her eyes and said coquettishly: "Sir, please be gentle, you can do it..."

The delicate skin on her neck was immediately invaded by gentle kisses. Her white clothes were then removed, and the gentle kisses caused waves of tingling wherever she passed. She couldn't help but moan softly, and her thoughts gradually became cloudy.

"After several twists and turns, Qingluo is still mine..."

She heard clear words floating in her ears, and responded vaguely a few times. Then she felt her body suddenly float in the air, and she seemed to have been picked up horizontally.

Falling into the tent, the soft kiss had turned into a hot one, constantly sweeping over her mind. Her delicate face flushed red as she heard the gentleman suddenly ask in a low voice.

"Can you please call me husband?"

These words were so alluring that she almost responded to his call out. But she immediately thought, the marriage hadn't even happened yet, so how could she let him succeed... Last time she was drugged, she had no choice but to call out once, but her husband went even further.

She was not one to be bound by worldly rules, but she would not let her husband take advantage of her for no reason.

"Not good." Clarity flashed through Chu Qingluo's narrowed eyes. She spoke in a deep voice, revealing a hint of stubbornness. "If I call you now, you will let the master take advantage of me."

Master Ruyu sighed softly. What he couldn't get made him long for it even more: "Qingluo, how can you please observe the etiquette of the world..."

The shadows of flowers sway in the twilight, and the lovers are entangled in the clear tent. The night is filled with lovemaking, making the whole house shimmer with spring water.

That night, they were still enjoying the sweet joy of love, and the breeze blew through the tent as they spent the night.

It was almost four o'clock in the morning when she finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

Before falling asleep, she vaguely felt the warmth in the corners of her eyes as if being gently wiped by cool long fingers, and a cold, yet slightly hoarse voice fell beside her ears: "Go to sleep, you still need to see Lord Yang tomorrow morning."

"Whatever you wish for, I will definitely fulfill it..."

The gentleman really showed some tenderness towards her. Knowing that she was going to see the Minister of Revenue the next day, he restrained his desire and let her sleep peacefully under the moonlight.

However, the hand around her waist never let go, as if the gentleman was afraid that she would abandon him again and go on this dangerous road to seek revenge alone.

"Sir, I won't leave..." She said sleepily, not knowing whether he listened to her or not, the force that was restraining her waist softened a lot.

If she had a husband who was willing to help her so selflessly, where else could she go... The birthday party was approaching, and she was one step closer to what she wanted. All she had to do now was stay quietly by her husband's side and wait for good news.

The moon is bright outside the window. After the drizzle, the clouds seem to have dispersed, and the clear light falls on the eaves and windowsills like soft gauze, as if to illuminate the sweet dreams of the people.

The next day, she had forgotten how long she had been tossing and turning the night before. Fortunately, she was able to wake up in time. Chu Qingluo finished her makeup leisurely and smiled in front of the bronze mirror.

As if she was thinking of something interesting to do, she pulled her husband and walked out of the house.

Seeing that she was in a hurry to leave, Qu Hanjin hurriedly slowed down his pace, thinking that he still needed to make some arrangements for the affairs of the mansion: "Wait for me to tell Fu Guang and Madam about some lessons..."

Blinking at him again, she gently tugged at his sleeve and led him along a small path: "Don't tell anyone, just think of it as skipping class with me."

"Skipping class?"

He was stunned when he heard this. He had heard that students would skip classes privately because they were tired of studying, especially the boring night studies. He had already asked the people in the mansion to pay more attention to this.

But what kind of student would skip class with their teacher?

If he skips classes, how can he maintain his prestige in the Qin Hall? He might have destroyed the reputation of the Music Bureau himself.

"The piano lesson is too boring, I might as well run away." With a cunning look in her eyes, Chu Qingluo slowly approached and asked in a low voice, "Why, sir, you don't dare?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression becoming solemn. He patiently reasoned with her, "Qingluo is a student, but I'm the instructor. If I abandon class and run away, what will those students think of me?"

A playful look still flashed through her eyes. She quietly reminded him that his reputation would eventually be destroyed: "If you really care about your reputation, and you plotted rebellion at the birthday banquet, people all over the world will have mixed opinions about you in the future."

"The reputation you've built up over the years may be at risk..."

If you follow her through thick and thin, there will be no turning back. She doesn't need to say more, let the gentleman think about it for a while.

After His Majesty's birthday, she will be judged by future generations. Is this a situation that I am willing to endure?

"I understand. Let's go." Qu Hanjin nodded in understanding and continued walking along the secluded path she pointed to.

"Let's go?" The smile on her face deepened, and she stepped forward, touching the man's sleeves that fluttered in the wind.

"Skipping class."

He pursed his lips slightly, and a word escaped from his mouth helplessly.

Seeing that the path was bumpy and overgrown with weeds, yet he had managed to carve out a path through the weeds, he was stunned by the scene.

This route must have been used by students of the mansion to enter and leave the mansion without his permission...