Chapter 132
After a few breaths, Xie Zheng stood up, his cold jade-like face showing no emotion at all, as if the fragility just a moment ago was really just Fan Changyu's illusion.
He raised his hand to tuck the hair around Fan Changyu's ears and said, "Go change your clothes."
No matter how many questions Fan Changyu had, he had to suppress them for the time being.
There are many people in the Jinzouyuan, and if he is asked to wait outside, it would be bad if someone saw a guard from the Jinzouyuan leaving his room and spread the news.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, it is better not to let him leave this room.
She picked up the guard uniform that had fallen to the ground, hesitated for a moment, and walked behind the screen.
When unbuttoning the soft armor on his body, Fan Changyu leaned over to look at the person standing with his back to the room with concern.
Except for the night before he went to Beijing, they had slept in the same bed, but they always slept with their clothes on. She had never undressed in front of him in the daytime.
Fan Changyu felt very uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, Xie Zheng had his back to her, but as if he had eyes on the back of his head, he said, "Don't worry, I won't look."
Fan Changyu suddenly felt a little embarrassed for judging others by his own standards. He retracted his attention and began to undress himself.
Xie Zheng's second half of the sentence came from the other side of the screen: "Haven't you seen everything you should and shouldn't have seen?"
Fan Changyu paused as he was untying his belt, his eyes flashing with ferocity. He used one hand to forcefully grab the screen behind him, and as the wooden screen broke into pieces, he spoke word by word, "Xie, Zheng!"
A very low laugh came from outside: "I'm just kidding, change it quickly."
Fan Changyu put on the guard uniform, and when he glanced outside the screen again, he frowned unconsciously.
Xie Zheng did it on purpose.
It seemed that he didn't want her to ask more questions, so he changed the subject on purpose.
After Fan Changyu changed his clothes and walked out, he did not ask any more questions. He fastened his wristbands and said, "Who are you taking me to see?"
The guard uniform was dark blue in color. She had tied up all her long hair into a small bun on top of her head, revealing her slender white neck. Her eyebrows and eyes were strong and fierce, giving her a unique heroic look.
But with the leather belt tied tightly around her waist, she looked too thin and didn't look like a man.
Xie Zheng leaned against the hollow carved moon-shaped door that separated the inside and outside, and looked at Fan Changyu quietly, his eyes as dark as an ancient well that never sees the sun: "You'll know when you get there."
When Fan Changyu approached, he raised his slightly protruding hands and suddenly tried to untie her collar.
Fan Changyu was startled and dodged to the side. His slightly cool fingertips brushed the delicate skin on the side of his neck, and he suddenly felt half of his neck numb.
She yelled, "What are you doing?"
Xie Zheng lowered his eyes and looked at her. The doors and windows were closed tightly. The light in the room was dim, which made his handsome face look even more profound.
"The waist is too thin. You will be recognized. Tie two pieces of cotton armor."
His voice was very light, and he moved his fingertips to the right, hooking and pulling, and this time he untied the collar of Fan Changyu's clothes without any obstruction.
With such a high-sounding reason, Fan Changyu couldn't be aggressive to him again, but he was too close, and his breath was filled with the cold scent of northern snow and soapberry mixed with his body. Add to that the touch of his fingertips, and Fan Changyu's nose was so hot that beads of sweat appeared.
When he was untying the leather belt around his waist, Fan Changyu took a step back and untied it with both hands, "I'll do it myself."
Without the leather belt, the outer robe spread out, revealing a loose snow-white undergarment, fastened only by two ties at the front. The delicate curve of her collarbone could already be seen.
The tooth marks on the left clavicle have become very faint, leaving only two rice-sized marks above and below.
She found two pieces of cotton armor and tied them around her waist. Some of her loose hair fell down and landed on her shoulders and neck.
Xie Zheng raised his hand to help her pick up the strands of hair. The feeling of the hair being hooked away against her skin was indescribably itchy. Fan Changyu shrank her neck, frowned slightly, and raised her head to look at Xie Zheng. His fingertips with a thin rope fell on the two teeth marks.
Fan Changyu's shoulders shrank again - his fingertips felt cold.
Xie Zheng did not do anything beyond the limit. When his eyes passed over her chest, which was obviously flattening, he asked, "Are you binding your chest again?"
Although he only placed two fingers on his collarbone, Fan Changyu had the illusion that he was holding something sharp against his neck, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away by his fingertips.
She managed to maintain her composure and said, "It's more convenient to wear armor."
Xie Zheng hummed lightly, and rubbed the teeth marks on her collarbone with his fingertips. He exerted force with his right arm, grabbed Fan Changyu's waist, and pulled her up to the round table.
Fan Changyu was caught off guard and fell backwards, steadying himself by holding onto the table with both hands. When he came to his senses, Xie Zheng was already pinching his chin and kissing him.
This position forced her to endure it, and also made it convenient for Xie Zheng to penetrate her deeply with his lips and tongue.
While kissing her, he was able to free his hands to help her tie up the cotton armor that was about to fall off her waist. When he put on her outer robe and fastened the leather belt, he lowered his eyes to glance at her, bit the collar of her left shoulder with his teeth and pulled it down. There were only two teeth marks the size of rice grains left, covering them with new red marks, and then he fastened the collar for her.
Fan Changyu's breathing was very unstable. He had straightened his robe so that it was no longer messy, but his cheeks were stained red. His hands, which were resting on the edge of the table, had white knuckles due to the force.
Xie Zheng raised his head and kissed her red lips twice, which were slightly swollen from being ravaged by him. He said, "If you keep looking at me like this, you don't have to go out today."
His voice was deeper than usual, as if he had been drinking, and it was somewhat hoarse and magnetic.
Fan Changyu's eyes gradually became clear. He grabbed his collar and pulled him down in front of him. He opened his mouth and bit his neck hard.
Xie Zheng let out a slight "hiss", but before he could react, Fan Changyu had already let go of him and jumped off the table.
She took a few steps before looking back at him, her eyes full of the wildness and rebelliousness of a leopard: "Let's go."
Xie Zheng pulled up his collar to cover the tooth mark on his neck, rubbed it lightly with his fingertips, and then slowly followed.
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Since Xie Zheng said that someone would inform Xie Qi and the others where she had gone, Fan Changyu did not go out of his way to find Xie Qi to explain again.
They left Jinzouyuan under the pretext of shopping and entered a shop selling calligraphy and paintings. They were then led upstairs, where a servant brought them clothes to change into.
Fan Changyu stood by the window of the private room, opened the window a little, and watched the two blood-stained knights leave in their former guard uniforms. Then several plainclothes men on the street followed them without making a sound. She was startled and turned to ask Xie Zheng, "Did you know that someone was following us all along?"
Xie Zheng sat at the table, holding a cup of tea between his long, scabby fingers. He raised his eyelids and said, "When the guards and servants of the Jinzouyuan go out, they will be followed by someone."
Fan Changyu understood what he meant. Those people were the eyes of the palace.
Even when sending servants and guards out of the palace to do business, the emperor would keep an eye on them secretly.
She returned to the round table covered with exquisite embroidery and sat down. "So where are we going next?" she asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, the neighing of horses as a carriage stopped was heard from downstairs.
Xie Zheng put down the teacup in his hand and said, "The car is coming."
When Fan Changyu saw him stand up, he picked up the veil brought by the servant and followed him.
This veil hat is worn by noble ladies or young ladies in the capital to cover their faces when they go out. Wearing this veil hat, Fan Changyu no longer needs to apply disguise paint on her face.
When they went out, it happened that a "couple" in the carriage was led upstairs by the servant in the shop. Fan Changyu found that the clothes worn by the "couple" were exactly the same as those worn by himself and Xie Zheng.
Seeing the servant nodded slightly towards Xie Zheng and the "couple" entered the private room where they had stayed before, Fan Changyu guessed that they were also Xie Zheng's people.
Now was not the time to speak, so she said nothing and followed Xie Zheng downstairs. After Xie Zheng took two paintings and paid the bill, he took her to the carriage parked on the side of the road.
The driver flicked his whip and drove the carriage away in the busy city. Fan Changyu lifted a corner of the curtain and looked back for a while. After making sure that no one was following them, he lowered the curtain and asked Xie Zheng: "Is that your man in the shop?"
Xie Zheng sat against the wall of the car, the wind blew the curtains at the window, and the flickering light fell on his disguised face, but it still couldn't hide the superiority of his bone structure.
He replied: "That is the Zhao family's business."
Fan Changyu still remembered the Zhao family bookstore that was originally opened in Qingping County. She just didn't expect that the Zhao family also had businesses in the capital.
After Xie Zheng began to close his eyes and rest, Fan Changyu opened the car curtain a little and looked at the street scenes along the way.
The capital city was indeed more prosperous than any other place she had ever been to. No wonder Chang Ning came back so happy after going out for a stroll.
Fan Changyu leaned on his elbow and looked for a while, then turned his head to stare at Xie Zheng, whose eyes were slightly nodding.
He has something on his mind, but he doesn't want to tell himself.
Fan Changyu pursed her lips slightly. She didn't like the depressed feeling that arose in her heart because of this matter.
She was staring at him in a trance, and the man who had kept his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyelids: "What are you looking at me for?"
Being caught in the act, Fan Changyu felt guilty and embarrassed. He quickly sat up straight and said with a cough, "I'm curious about what material your mask is made of."
It is not easy to make a human-skin mask. When leaving Jinzouyuan, Xie Zheng wore a human-skin mask that fit his facial contours, while Fan Changyu applied some disguise paint.
When she changed her clothes at the bookstore, the paint on her face was washed off.
Hearing her say this, Xie Zheng raised his hand to his face, tore off the scarred mask and handed it to her.
After Fan Changyu took it, he rubbed it with his hand and frowned, saying, "I can't feel it."
Xie Zheng said: "I thought you could guess it was human skin."
Fan Changyu's expression changed instantly. Her almond-shaped eyes widened and her pupils shrank, as if she were a frightened cat.
Seeing her like this, Xie Zheng lowered his eyes to hide the smile in his eyes, and the anger that had been accumulating in his chest seemed to dissipate a little.
Fan Changyu had a look of confusion on his face. He pinched the skin with the tips of his two thumbs and returned it to Xie Zheng, saying with a knotted face, "They say that when a person dies, his debts are gone. This person is dead, and you peeled off his skin to make a mask. This is really a loss of virtue. You'd better not use it in the future."
Xie Zheng held his forehead with one hand, stared at her and said deliberately: "But there is no other material more suitable than human skin. It has excellent toughness and strong adhesion..."
As he spoke, he pushed the mask that Fan Changyu had handed over a little closer to her: "If you don't believe me, try it on."
Fan Changyu's face almost turned green. He looked at the face so close to him that he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. He stiffened his neck and said, "I won't try!"
It's like a leopard cat whose fur is about to explode.
Xie Zheng let out a few muffled laughs: "Do you really believe it?"
Fan Changyu realized that he had been deceived and stared at him without saying a word.
Xie Zheng laughed and said, "It was made by a Taoist priest using donkey glue."
Occasionally, a corner of the car curtain was lifted by the wind, and the view outside the window was already the suburbs.
Fan Changyu pinched the dough in one hand and clenched the other hand into a fist. When the driver stopped his horse, he threw the dough to the other side and then punched out a few times.
When Xie Zhong heard the sound of horses coming out of the manor, he heard a series of loud "ping-pong" sounds coming from the carriage parked at the gate of the manor.
After a while, a girl in a lilac silk dress jumped down first. She had bright eyes, white teeth, and a good-looking face. She looked a little fierce, but her eyes were clear and she was honest and easy to deceive. She was a fierce girl.
Xie Zhong didn't know Fan Changyu, and thought that since he was brought here by the blood-clothed man on horseback, he must not be an outsider.
After a moment, Xie Zheng walked out of the carriage, but for some reason, he put the scarred mask back on his face.
When Xie Zhong saw him, he immediately clasped his fists and said, "My Lord."
Xie Zheng nodded calmly, his voice sounding normal, "How is General Zhu's recovery going?"
Xie Zhong replied: "Everything else is fine, except my legs, which cannot be healed."
This is something the doctor mentioned early on.
Xie Zheng tilted his head to look at Fan Changyu, who was still angry, and said slowly, "The person I want to take you to see is inside."
The author has something to say:
Author (drinking tea): This is also a case of getting beaten every time you kiss someone. Thanks for the fancy way of asking for death.
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