It is quiet here.
The vermilion red lacquered carved wooden corridor in front of me extends to the southeast.
Fu Tong'er walked up the steps and sat on the cool stone seat in the corridor, leaning against the red-painted beams and pillars, her white fox fur cloak hanging and spreading casually.
The cold wind howled incessantly.
Bits of winter snow drifted down.
She couldn't help but think back to the man who had saved her in her home country three years ago. Back then, she was being hunted, fleeing all the way to the outskirts, until she reached a cliff. Just as the group was about to kill her, a man in armor appeared from nowhere, his sword slashing. In the blink of an eye, all the masked men were slashed in the neck, leaving only one to escape by jumping off the cliff.
Fu Tong'er didn't see what the man looked like. She only saw that he was tall from behind and was wearing armor. She thought he was a general or a marshal.
Later, after the man had been gone for a long time, Fu Tong'er discovered a jade ring that had fallen at the place where the man had saved her, so she secretly made a promise in her heart.
By chance, he met Lu Qixuan, the King Hui of Yan. He looked somewhat similar from behind, though not as tall. However, he bore a striking resemblance. Later, the King Hui claimed that the prince of Qi was the owner of the ring. But the prince had already been killed by the Ninth Master!
Fu Tong'er once hated Jiu Ye to death, but she couldn't help but forgive him. Despite this, the man's ring three years ago was still more important than her own life!
Unexpectedly, today, such an important thing disappeared!
Thinking of this, Fu Tong'er couldn't help but have tears in her eyes. She didn't know how long she sat there before she fell asleep, leaning against the railing with her head propped up. In her dream, that man appeared again, killing everyone with a single sword strike.
"Don't go...wait for me." She opened her eyes again, tears welling up in her moist eyes. Heartache and despair washed over her like a tide... She couldn't help but cry out loud! The more she cried, the more painful it became, the more desperate she became! She hadn't noticed that Lu Zhenzhi, dressed in court robes, had been standing in front of her for half an hour.
Seeing that she was crying uncontrollably as soon as she woke up, Lu Zhenzhi couldn't help but reach out and want to hold her in his arms.
It took Fu Tong'er a long time to stop crying, and then she could clearly see the man standing in front of her. He was looking down at her, examining her, and even suspicious of her...
He lowered his head and called out softly, "Master Jiu..."
Lu Zhenzhi didn't respond to her, but looked at her with a serious expression, lowering his eyes as if he was looking down on everyone.
Fu Tong'er didn't care whether he agreed or not. At worst, he would just kick her out. Now that the most important thing was gone, no one cared anymore.
Thinking of this, she stood up weakly, pushed Lu Zhenzhi away, and left to the west.
Fur robes fluttered in the wind, and there was complete silence.
Her black hair was slightly gathered up, still looking the same as in the morning, except that it was already dusk.
Lu Zhenzhi pulled her in and, with a little effort, pulled her in front of him.
"What happened? Why didn't you take your medicine?"
Fu Tong'er said nothing, looking away with a deathly pale face.
"I just recovered, and I slept in the snow for a whole day. Do I still want to keep this body?"
Fu Tong'er said slowly: "If Master Jiu doesn't like it, why don't you just kick me out?"
Lu Zhenzhi took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said, "You just stopped fighting last night, and you're angry again today. When will you grow up?"
Fu Tong'er glared at Lu Zhenzhi, flipped her hands outward, shook off Lu Zhenzhi's arms, and turned away.
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Looking at Fu Tong'er's departing back, Lu Zhenzhi thought about how he was still in control of the government in the court in the morning, and even the emperor was wary of him. This girl was really... difficult to deal with.
When Fu Tong'er was about to reach her room, she was shocked to see Qiao'er running towards her covered in blood.
He stumbled over to support her: "What's wrong, Qiaoer? Who hit you?" Then he helped her back to the room and sat down.
"Qiao'er, who dares to hit you! Tell me quickly!" It was strange for Fu Tong'er. Although she had just recovered, she should have been extremely weak, but when she saw Qiao'er being beaten like this, she suddenly felt strong enough to take revenge!
After saying that, Fu Tong'er took out the soul-soothing incense from the box and burned it in the cauldron. The faint scent of snow plum gradually wafted out, and smelling it could relieve the pain.
Then he took out the golden powder and untied Qiao'er's clothes.
"Miss, you can't do that. You are a lady, how can you apply medicine to this slave..." Qiao'er's face turned pale, her lips were bloodless, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead due to the pain.
"You and I grew up together, so what's wrong with me applying medicine to my best friend? Stop talking and apply the medicine quickly. If Xiaopu sees the scars on your body during our wedding night..."
"Miss, what are you talking about?"
"I'm just asking you if you want to leave a scar. If you don't want Xiao Pu to see your scar, just be obedient and hurry up."
Qiao'er still chose to take off her clothes, revealing the marks of the family discipline in Jiu Ye's mansion on her back and front.
The meat burst open.
Fu Tong'er pulled out the cork and looked at the shocking whip marks. After a long moment, she said, "I'll avenge you later! If anyone dares to hit you, I'll whip him a hundred times!"
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