Chapter 67 Chapter 67 There are many ways to tease and please...
"No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
Concubine Fang crawled to his feet, tears streaming down her face, "Master, I was truly wrong. I was careless. Please forgive me just this once!"
"Forgive you?"
Zhao Huailiang sneered and lifted her delicate chin. "How many times have I forgiven you? Huh?"
From arranging assassins to kill Zhao Huaiyi's family, Aunt Fang failed. Later, she poisoned the old lady and framed Zhao Qingyi, forcing Zhao Qingyi to leave, but she also failed. Now she wants to take Zhao Qingyi's life, but she fails again!
Aunt Fang's lips trembled. Why didn't she understand? What was Zhao Huailiang saying?
After all, they were husband and wife, so Zhao Huailiang decided to let her know. "I know exactly how many things you've done behind my back over the years."
Aunt Fang suddenly opened her eyes wide and froze in place.
"Without me backing you up, you're just a concubine with no connections. Do you think you can hire assassins?"
Zhao Huailiang suddenly slapped her in the face.
Every time Aunt Fang took action, he was behind the scenes to keep her safe. But this time, Aunt Fang did such an important thing as kidnapping Zhao Qingyi without telling him.
It was also his fault for being negligent. He had confined Aunt Fang and handed the task of killing Zhao Qingyi to Li Che. Unexpectedly, Li Che turned around and looked for Aunt Fang, with ulterior motives, and wanted to keep Zhao Qingyi alive.
Concubine Fang had little money and no power to support her. If she brought in a few useless people, she would not be able to get things done and would expose herself instead. If he had not acted quickly today, the assassin would have betrayed Concubine Fang.
He would not allow Aunt Fang to be accused. After all, in name, she was his beloved concubine for many years. How could he hire someone to kill her?
Aunt Fang screamed, then hurriedly got up and knelt down tremblingly.
"I thought you were smart and could do a lot for me, so I kept you until now."
Zhao Huaiyi grabbed her collar and pulled her back, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek, "But you are so useless..."
Aunt Fang is his knife and also his scapegoat. But if she has to die, she must die with a clear conscience.
"Take your own life. Later I'll say you died of a sudden illness. No one will throw dirty water on you as a dead person."
Zhao Huailiang let her go, his eyes colder than ever before, "Believe me, dying now is the best thing for you. If you fall into the hands of others, that would be truly... worse than death."
Aunt Fang couldn't believe that the man who claimed to have loved her for many years actually said such a thing!
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
She used the same method as before, frowning her brows just right, appearing weak yet beautiful. Even her tears were under her control, knowing when to fall, how to fall, and how many drops to fall.
"Master, please send me away. I will go far away..." As long as she left, no one would hold her accountable, and she would never come back.
Zhao Huailiang raised his head and closed his eyes, filled with regret and disappointment. "Isn't it enough for you to send Zhao Manyi away? It's not that every time someone makes a mistake, you can just send them away and let it go."
Aunt Fang still wanted to fight for it, begging him to let her go because she had served him carefully for many years.
Zhao Huailiang stared at her and curled his lips. "Then tell me, where do you want me to send you? To the Qiantangjiang official's residence?"
When she heard him mention Mr. Jiang in person, Aunt Fang was horrified and looked at Zhao Huailiang as if he were a monster.
He, how did he know!
Aunt Fang was completely drained of her strength and fell to the ground.
It turned out that she had always been the one being too smart, and Zhao Huailiang actually knew everything.
No wonder…
No wonder he didn't care about Man'er. He knew that Man'er was not his biological child, but he tolerated her for so many years...
It was just to use her, use her to kill people, and use her to eliminate the first wife.
Aunt Fang was frightened and racked her brains to think of how to prove her innocence.
Zhao Huailiang was not surprised by her reaction. When she found him and said she was pregnant with his child, he believed her and spent a lot of money to redeem her. He was also young at that time, and he admitted that he was attracted by her beauty.
But the Zhao family was of high status, and since a woman from that kind of place wanted to marry into the mansion, he of course had to investigate thoroughly. He soon found out about Mr. Jiang's existence. It turned out that they were a couple, but Mr. Jiang was still a poor boy at that time. After they got pregnant, Aunt Fang found him to redeem herself.
But at that time Zhao Huailiang really loved her, at least, he loved her face.
Compared to the shrew Feng at home, he decided to keep her.
It was not until later that Aunt Fang gave birth to a son, his only son, that he decided to let bygones be bygones.
"Fang Qiao'er, since you gave birth to a son for me, I don't mind you having a daughter with another man. Just be sensible and don't make things difficult for your husband."
Concubine Fang was heartbroken and pulled his sleeve to beg, "Master, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have deceived you..."
Zhao Huailiang heard it, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You don't want to die?"
Aunt Fang nodded rapidly, thinking that it was better to live than to die, and she just wanted to survive.
"As long as you can stay alive, you are willing to do anything?"
"I am willing!"
Aunt Fang was very open-minded. Isn't it just another opportunity to use her? She can do anything.
Zhao Huailiang laughed when he heard this, not disguising the sarcasm in his eyes, "I wanted to save your dignity, but you didn't appreciate it."
After all, he was born into a noble family and had his own integrity. He never expected that his concubine had such a lowly life that she would rather live in disgrace than die quickly.
Then let her wish come true, but on the surface, Aunt Fang must die.
She has no shame, but he does.
"It's a little painful, just bear with it."
Zhao Huailiang's gentle and soothing hand suddenly pinched her slender neck and lifted her up from the ground.
"Well……"
Aunt Fang groaned and slapped him hard in an attempt to struggle, but her toes were slowly lifting off the ground.
At this point, tears welled up in Zhao Huailiang's eyes, and he looked at Aunt Fang with eyes full of pity. He had spoiled her for so many years, so he was not without feelings.
Unfortunately, Aunt Fang doesn't know what's good for her.
Zhao Huailiang tightened his grip little by little.
The feeling of suffocation became more and more intense. Aunt Fang was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, and her face gradually turned the color of liver.
Until Zhao Huailiang made his final effort, all of Aunt Fang's struggles came to an abrupt end.
Outside the door, Fang Ru saw the scene clearly through the crack in the door, quickly covered her mouth and nose, and fled.
My uncle killed my aunt with his own hands, and he will never let her go back. She must escape from the Zhao family!
Fang Ru ran out of the house in such a panic that she had no time to pack her belongings. Penniless, she could only run to the official residence and knock on Li Heng's door.
At the same time, Li Che was also on the run. Chu Yuanhe's secret guards attacked him. He fled to Wang's house overnight and begged Wang Ci Fu to send him away from Shangjing. He wanted to go to Zhejiang.
The arson attempt failed and the attempt to kill Zhao Qingyi failed. Wang Ci Fu looked down on him and asked his servant to drive him out.
Li Che was extremely anxious. He couldn't be driven out because Chu Yuanhe's secret guards were outside. If he didn't have the protection of the Wang family, he would surely die if he went out.
"I've said before that I exist to do great things. I can help King Qi achieve his wish!" He simply made a bold statement that without him, King Qi would not be able to accomplish anything.
In the previous life, King Qi failed. Your Majesty is such a great man. Without his foresight, King Qi would have failed in this life as well. He would not be your Majesty's opponent at all.
But if he were there, the ending would naturally be different. God let him be reborn, and there must be a purpose behind it. This time, he is the master of all things and the center of this dynasty!
When it came to King Qi, and he heard his solemn oath, Wang Ci Fu couldn't help but think of the last time he was in prison, when Li Che had made several suggestions, which he had conveyed to King Qi and had indeed achieved good results.
Never mind, he seems to be of some use.
"Send a carriage to take Lord Li to Zhejiang immediately."
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The news of Aunt Fang's sudden death spread throughout the mansion that night. Zhao Huailiang was heartbroken, and Zhao Jiangyan also cried.
The old lady came to Fangfei Courtyard, looked at the lifeless Concubine Fang, sighed, and because of her contribution to the expansion of the Zhao family, she prepared a thin coffin for her and buried her hastily.
When Meng learned about this, she said, "What a coincidence," and that was all.
The person is dead, how can she pursue the matter? If she continues to pursue it, people will inevitably accuse her of being unreasonable. All matters have to wait until her husband comes back before discussing it. For now, she should focus on her daughter's important matter.
"Panpan, the prince was frightened today because of us. Take some gifts and go to the neighboring palace to see if the prince is okay."
Zhao Qingyi was stunned for a moment, her ears instantly reddened. Others didn't know, but her mother knew about it and even asked her to go to the palace to see Chu Yuanhe...
"It's clear that the prince truly loves you." Mrs. Meng held her daughter's hand, "You'd better hold on tight."
She still hoped that her daughter could marry the prince and live a good life.
Zhao Qingyi had already promised Chu Yuanhe that she would visit him in the middle of the night. With Meng's instructions, she could go to his house openly.
When she arrived at the palace gate, the palace staff respectfully welcomed her to the second gate, "Please come in, County Lady. After passing the second gate, servants like us cannot enter."
Of course, there was no such rule in the royal palace in the past, but since the prince returned to Beijing, they were not allowed to approach the backyard easily.
Zhao Qingyi thought it was a last-minute order from Chu Yuanhe, so without thinking much, he walked through the second door alone and went deeper into the corridor. When he reached the garden, he saw Chu Yuanhe.
He was sitting alone in the pavilion drinking, and when he saw her, he was a little confused. "I thought you would climb over the wall to get in, so I've already set up a ladder for you."
Zhao Qingyi was embarrassed and said hesitantly, "My mother told me to bring a gift and go to thank you in person."
Chu Yuanhe tightened her grip on the wine glass, a faint smile hiding in her eyes. "As expected of the eldest lady, you are very good at understanding people's hearts. I will accept this thank you gift."
He stopped drinking, picked up Zhao Qingyi and went into the room.
Zhao Qingyi exclaimed, "What are you doing?" Then he sat down and said something.
"Don't let your mother down for her kindness." Chu Yuanhe laughed loudly and kissed her neck as soon as he entered the room.
Zhao Qingyi felt itchy on her neck due to his falling hair. She pushed him away with a smile, "What are you thinking? This isn't a thank you gift."
"That's because you're stupid." Chu Yuanhe buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her fragrance. "I understand what your mother meant, but you don't."
Since Mrs. Meng knew that their relationship was special, she still dared to let her daughter go alone to express her gratitude. What else could it mean?
Zhao Qingyi also knew that her mother wanted her to marry Chu Yuanhe, but she felt that their current relationship was good enough, and she wanted to throw away all the shackles and responsibilities and just want to be in love with each other.
She lifted Chu Yuanhe's hand and gently stroked the bruises on it. "Does it still hurt? The last injury on your arm hasn't healed yet, and now you have a new injury."
Chu Yuanhe seemed to have just remembered and hissed in pain. He pretended too much, and in return Zhao Qingyi pinched him hard.
"You did this on purpose today. You made me choose between two options without even thinking about it. How could I choose you?" Meng asked her to thank her, but she still wanted to settle the score.
What kind of kung fu is Chu Yuanhe? He is a general who has accompanied His Majesty in battles for many years. How could he be kidnapped by a few assassins and hung on a tree?
At that moment, he still had the mind to play tricks on her.
Chu Yuanhe quickly smiled apologetically, "I only think of you with my heart, not my toes."
"You're still talking nonsense." Zhao Qingyi kicked him. The man's body was hard all over, and the kick hurt herself.
Chu Yuanhe brought her to the couch, grabbed her ankles and gently massaged them, grinning and laughing, "Next time you want to hit me, use something handy to avoid hurting yourself..."
The big palm also moved up along her calf.
Zhao Qingyi became even angrier and kicked him on the chin.
Chu Yuanhe was caught off guard and was kicked by her and fell down. Zhao Qingyi took the opportunity to pick up a pillow and hit him.
The man reacted very quickly, raising his arm to block, still laughing, "It's too soft, it won't hurt."
Zhao Qingyi gritted her teeth and swept her other foot across, but was grabbed by the other person. She tried to pull it back but couldn't move at all. In frustration, she started to scratch him with her claws and teeth bared.
Chu Yuanhe was waiting for her to fall into his trap, so he released her legs, twisted her arms, and pulled her into his arms.
Zhao Qingyi had never practiced martial arts, and was subdued by Chu Yuanhe in just a few moves. One of his arms was tied behind his back, and the other arm was pinned to his chest by the other party, trapping himself.
Chu Yuanhe took the opportunity to steal her scent. Seeing her snow-white face flushed with two blushes, he felt happy, but said angrily, "You said you were here to coax me, and this is it?"
"No more coaxing!"
Zhao Qingyi was very frustrated. She couldn't get any advantage in his hands. She twisted her body, and Chu Yuanhe quickly let go for fear of hurting her.
Zhao Qingyi broke free and ran away. She opened the door and was about to leave. Chu Yuanhe hurriedly chased after her and blocked the door. "Okay, okay, I'll comfort you. Don't be angry."
Zhao Qingyi ignored him and turned away.
Chu Yuanhe walked around in front of her and swore, "I won't play this kind of joke again next time. I won't dare to hang myself up again and let you choose between the two. Okay?"
He was still feeling aggrieved, aggrieved that Zhao Qingyi had abandoned him without hesitation at the critical moment. Although it was indeed a small trap set by him and he would not really fall off the cliff, how could Zhao Qingyi have no hesitation at all?
"I said, if, if today were true, would you still make this choice?"
"Of course." Zhao Qingyi didn't want to lie to him, "For me, my family is always the most important."
Seeing the disappointment gradually creeping onto Chu Yuanhe's face, she softened her tone, "You are the second most important."
Chu Yuanhe wanted to be happy, but he couldn't smile. He was the second most important person. In his heart, Zhao Qingyi was the most important, but in her heart, he could only be second.
"I am the third most important person, and you are still not satisfied?" Zhao Qingyi said this without any conscience. Chu Yuanhe was indeed very important. Without him, she might not have been able to get to where she is today. Even if she had come this far, she might have lost a lot.
For example, today, without Chu Yuanhe, she could not guarantee that she and her mother could escape unscathed.
So Chu Yuanhe is very important and has become an inseparable part of her life.
Chu Yuanhe stared at her blankly, the strange emotions surging in his eyes were as hot as magma. The next moment he lost control, he hugged Zhao Qingyi tightly and kissed her.
Zhao Qingyi always found it difficult to kiss while standing. She had to stand on tiptoe every time, and she couldn't hold on for long.
Chu Yuanhe simply clamped her legs and picked her up, letting her hang on him.
Zhao Qingyi hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him more vigorously, trembling with fear, afraid that she would run out of strength and fall at any moment.
Chu Yuanhe actually enjoyed it. The more scared she was, the tighter he hugged her. He liked the feeling of being pressed against each other and fitting perfectly.
There were unusual movements in the house, the sound of water entangled in kisses, and the man's rough groan mixed with the woman's timid whimper.
As expected, Zhao Qingyi felt weak all over and could not hold on any longer, so Chu Yuanhe transferred her to the table.
As soon as she took a breath, he squeezed in, held her knees, and kissed her neck delicately.
Zhao Qingyi thought about having to go home and meet people later, so she pushed him against the shoulder and reminded him again, "Don't leave any traces, it's not good if someone sees it..."
"I know." The man responded in a muffled voice, burying his tall nose as if sinking into a soft sea of clouds.
Zhao Qingyi's waist softened and she almost fell down again.
She was really nosy by saying that.
After fooling around for half a minute, the spring mountain was almost filled with his breath, and the scenery on the top of the mountain became more and more brilliant.
Zhao Qingyi couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with this place, and her beautiful face flushed slightly.
"I want to go back..." She pushed him away and tried to go down.
"It's only been a moment." Chu Yuanhe said vaguely, biting her hand that was holding her clothes, and continued to pester her.
Zhao Qingyi's half body was lying on the table, the night pearl above her head was shining brightly, reflecting her undulating curves, hazy, as if coated with a layer of soft light, holy and suggestive.
Chu Yuanhe locked his deep eyes on her and asked her uncertainly, "...Is it okay?"
It has been some time since the last Flower God Banquet. Some things have never been experienced, so they only remain in thoughts. But once you have tasted the bitterness, you will have to endure it a hundred times or a thousand times more.
He is not a saint and can't bear it any longer.
Zhao Qingyi stroked his face, and fine beads of sweat slid down the tip of the man's nose and dripped onto her delicate skin, as if to burn it a touch red.
Zhao Qingyi wanted to nod. She was not a saint, and Chu Yuanhe had been using all sorts of methods to tease and please her recently. It was hard for her not to be moved, but...
"Is it okay next time?" She still had to go home. It would not be good to stay out all night as her mother was watching her.
Chu Yuanhe was extremely depressed. It was the next time. It was hard for a concubine to serve her master like he did.
He decided to take her hand and let her feel it for herself.
Zhao Qingyi was so frightened that she got down from the table directly. She tried to shake it off, but she seemed to be stuck.
"It's already like this, you're going to leave me hanging until next time?"
Chu Yuanhe was panting extremely passionately, pressing his big hand on the back of her hand, his palm was equally hot, rubbing back and forth on her hand.
"When will the next time be?"
Zhao Qingyi's hands were almost melting, and he hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to say.
Chu Yuanhe narrowed his eyes and sighed softly, "...You don't love me anymore."
He looks pitiful.
Zhao Qingyi was a little afraid to look him in the eye, so she lowered her eyes and argued, "Didn't I come to see you..."
She was still too easily guilty and was easily led by the other party in just a few words, but her wild thoughts were soon shattered.
Chu Yuanhe suddenly controlled her small hand and pressed down, slowly but forcefully enough to be irresistible, occasionally popping out from her palm.
Zhao Qingyi's eyes widened, and when he realized something, he froze completely, feeling that his sympathy had been wasted at that moment.
"It has to be solved, otherwise I will die..." Chu Yuanhe put on that innocent face again.
After teaching her, he loosened his grip and held her thin shoulders. "Didn't you just urge us to go back? Then just like before, you come, and I'll let you go."
Zhao Qingyi was a little at a loss, her face flushed to her ears, and her heart was beating extremely fast.
"If you're embarrassed, then let's just be direct." Chu Yuanhe spoke again, hugging her eagerly, as if to say, "I'll do my best to hurry and not delay you..."
Zhao Qingyi had experienced this before. It wasn't that things could go quickly just because he said so. She was worried about herself. If she went back in a mess, with her mother's eyesight, she would definitely be able to guess what had happened.
She still has a bit of shame.
I decided to go all out, "Forget it, just like that..."
Zhao Qingyi closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly.
She was very careful at first, but when she saw no improvement, she used a heavier hand. Chu Yuanhe took a sharp breath, and she frightened her so much that she stopped and dared not move.
Chu Yuanhe endured it and said, "...continue."
Zhao Qingyi then slowly opened her eyes and observed his expression. As she recovered, his breathing became rapid, and he even squinted his eyes and tilted his head back, unable to hide his momentary joy.
Zhao Qingyi vaguely understood, and she seemed to have found the secret to controlling him.
But soon, Zhao Qingyi paid the price for his own overestimation. His hands were almost broken. Why hadn't he...
"It's almost been an incense stick of time..." She said with tears in her voice.
One stick of incense is enough for everything. How will she explain when she gets back? "Weren't you quite fast before?"
The last time Chu Yuanhe took away the incense burner in her room, she almost lost her mind. It only took her a quarter of an hour to change clothes and relieve herself.
Chu Yuanhe was busy, and only after taking a moment to think about it did he remember this. He leaned over her shoulder, his voice trembling and helpless, "...Can this be the same?"
Then he was one, now he is two.
Is she unaware of her own appearance and figure? Or does she not know him well enough?
"If you look at me for just one more moment in front of me, I will..." Chu Yuanhe glanced at her slender neck as white as jade. This kind of attraction was long-lasting and irresistible. What else could he do?
"I was afraid of scaring you before..."
Zhao Qingyi had no idea how hard he had to pretend to get the result he had now. He covered her hand again.
Zhao Qingyi bit her lips tightly, not daring to make a sound, and the golden hairpins on her temples swayed violently.
Above her head was the man's hoarse and joyful voice, and he became more and more unwilling to restrain himself, wanting her to hear his joy clearly.
At the last moment, neither of them was able to dodge.
Zhao Qingyi stared blankly at her numb palms, then looked at the hem of her skirt. It seemed as if her whole body was enveloped by his aura.
Chu Yuanhe felt much better. He tilted his head and pecked her stunned face, "Are you scared?"
Zhao Qingyi nodded, then shook her head. It seemed like the first time she saw it so clearly.
Chu Yuanhe chuckled softly, took out a clean handkerchief and wiped the dirt on her hands and the hem of her skirt, and finally wiped himself, "I'll get a basin of water and wash you."
After she tidied her clothes, she went out. After a while, she came back with a copper basin to wash Zhao Qingyi's hands. She also pushed her crooked hairpin into her bun. Looking at her from a distance, she seemed normal except that her face was a little red.
"Okay, I'll take you home." Chu Yuanhe held her hand and stopped when he was about to go out the second door. Then he remembered something, "You have to be careful of your second uncle."
"I know." Zhao Qingyi told him about Concubine Fang's sudden death, "Concubine Fang must have been killed by Second Uncle. He wanted to silence her and prevent us from pursuing the matter further."
Before this, Zhao Qingyi had always been unable to figure out who sent the robbers that her parents and brother encountered in Shanxi. She once suspected it was Aunt Fang, and only thought of Aunt Fang, but now she has added her second uncle as her suspect.
Perhaps it was my second uncle who condoned everything from the beginning to the end and fanned the flames.
After they went out of the second door, they kept a distance from each other and left the house one after the other. Chu Yuanhe politely sent her to the door.
Mrs. Meng was also waiting for her daughter at the door of her house. She felt that she had taken too long and could not help but look at her daughter a few more times, trying to find clues from her.
She and the prince...didn't overstep the bounds, right?
Zhao Qingyi bowed politely, "Mother."
"I'm glad you're back." Meng withdrew her gaze.
The bun is not messy, it's neat and tidy, hmm, that's good.
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