Chapter 21 He's already halfway undressed, he shouldn't...
Before Biezhi could even get to Wuweipu, she was tripped up by Huachao who had just arrived.
The moment Hua Chao saw her, the anxiety in her eyes instantly turned into watery tears. She ran up to her, her eyes scanning her up and down. "I've been looking for you for so long and I couldn't find you. I was so scared!"
"I'm fine." Biezhi took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears welling up in Huachao's eyelashes. She was used to being alone and for a moment forgot about Huachao who had gone to look for her. "There was a little incident, but it's all been resolved."
"Are you injured, young lady?" Hua Chao lowered his eyes and looked her up and down, feeling a wave of fear. "When I arrived with my men, I couldn't find you. I quickly sent someone to the calligraphy gathering to inform Miss Wan, and she is looking for you everywhere."
Biezhi paused for a moment and asked, "My elder sister is here too?"
Hua Chao nodded and looked back, saying, "We split into two groups. Miss Wan is leading the people on Yongle Street."
Bie Zhi's gaze swept towards the direction of the Vermilion Bird Gate. After a moment of silence, she headed towards Yongle Avenue, which was in the opposite direction from the Vermilion Bird Gate.
Before they even reached Yongle Avenue, they encountered Qin Wan, who was rushing over with her servants. Her expression was anxious, and her eyes quickly scanned Bie Zhi: "Where did he hurt you?"
The worry and heartache in the woman's eyes were genuine. Bie Zhi stared at her for a moment, then shook her head, concealing the fact that she had taken action herself. She then used the story that Xu Wenche had told in the yamen, omitting the beginning and the end, and recounted it in detail.
It was only after Xu Wenche stepped in that he was able to clear his name.
Biezhi picked up her teacup, took a small sip to moisten her throat, and glanced at Qin Wan, who was slightly frowning, through her eyes hidden behind her eyelashes, unable to guess what she was thinking.
Qin Wan had heard of the deeds of the second son of the Li family. Relying on his father's status, he not only flirted with women everywhere, but also frequently harassed respectable women. Even married women would be forced into his home if he took a fancy to one.
Looking at Biezhi, who looked aggrieved but had no other injuries, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Even if you really hit him, it's fine. He's just a scoundrel. What's the harm in hitting him?"
Upon hearing this, Biezhi raised her eyes.
She was prepared to be taught a lesson, after all, the other party was also the son of the Minister of War, and they would see each other all the time.
"Are you really alright?" Biezhi pursed her lips and said, "If it really comes to this, I can come to apologize in person."
"Even if you did hit him, it's okay." Qin Wan saw the worry flickering in her eyes and reassured her, "The Li family won't say anything. Even if they're not afraid of offending the Qin family, they still have to consider the relationship between the Qin family and the Prince."
Hearing the last sentence, Biezhi was relieved.
She had completely forgotten that Qin Wan's future husband was Prince Su.
Even if the Li family had a million times the courage, they would never go against the Qin family over such a trivial matter.
However, because of this incident, Qin Wan did not linger any longer. Seeing that Bie Zhi's emotions seemed to be gradually stabilizing, she took her back to the mansion without stopping.
With something on her mind, Biezhi returned to the manor without letting Huachao accompany her, and went to the main courtyard alone.
It just so happened that Madam Qin was in the mansion today. She saw Biezhi coming from afar through the cobblestone path and could roughly guess her purpose. She gave a look to Zhang Mama, who bowed slightly and found an excuse to dismiss the maids serving in the main courtyard.
"The guards at the main courtyard's small gate and the small gate in your courtyard are both the master's trusted men." Madam Qin took out the token her husband had left for her before going to court that day and handed it to Biezhi: "If you need to go out alone on weekdays, you can enter and exit through these two small gates. With them covering for you, there won't be any problems."
He ran his fingertips over the mark engraved on the token, then clenched it tightly in his palm.
She cupped her hands in greeting and said, "Xu Wenche has entered the capital. In the next three months, I will be leaving the mansion more and more often, and it is very likely that I will go out at night. If anyone asks, please explain for me."
Madam Qin nodded knowingly: "You can rest assured about that. I had already thought of a reason before you came, so that no one else would have any reason to suspect anything."
That's why she found a new maid, Hua Chao, to serve her in the mansion.
If the servants were to be taken care of by the elders of the household, gossip would inevitably reach the ears of others.
After thanking Madam Qin, Biezhi carefully avoided the maids sweeping the courtyard, pushed open the small door, and headed straight for the Vermilion Bird Gate without hesitation.
Ning'an Street and Zhuque Gate are quite far apart, but she walked with the speed of the wind and arrived at Wuweipu in less than half an hour.
As evening approached, the Wuwei Shop was bustling with people.
The waiter under the eaves greeted her with a smile as she approached, "Are you the same as usual, young lady?"
Biezhi didn't reply to him. Her gaze passed over the waiter's figure and looked into the bustling shop. She looked around but couldn't find Manager Wang.
The waiter noticed her gaze sweep over him, followed her eyes and looked around, then said knowingly, "Miss, you've come at an inopportune time. Jiran hasn't been here for the past two days."
"Nobody's here?" Bie Zhi turned her gaze back to Xiao Er.
She knew that Ji Ran had been away for the past two days, but she didn't know what Manager Wang had said to others.
The waiter nodded: "The shopkeeper has some things to take care of at home, but as you can see, the business at Wuwei Shop has been getting better and better lately. The shopkeeper can't get away, so he can only arrange for Jiran to go."
The reason Wang Chuan gave was rather far-fetched.
However, the people in the shop were all secret guards of the Prince's mansion, so they naturally knew the truth. What he wanted was not for others to believe him, but for others to think that this reason was appropriate.
The waiter under the eaves stared into the girl's eyes, unable to discern any emotion.
After he finished speaking, she said after a long pause, "Since he's not here, I'll be leaving now."
After speaking, Biezhi nodded to him and left without looking back.
If Ji Ran wasn't recuperating at the Five Flavors Shop, then it was where he usually stayed.
Biezhi had only been to his residence once before, and relying on her memory of the last visit, she found the thatched hut at the end of the bluestone road in no time.
She stepped forward and knocked on the door.
There was no response for a long time.
Bie Zhi frowned slightly, pressed her ear against the dilapidated door, and listened intently.
In an instant, she poked her head out.
The thatched hut was empty.
With his injuries so severe, where could he possibly go?
After watching the door for a moment, Biezhi placed his palm against the door and pushed it open.
The dimly lit, cramped thatched hut came into view; as night fell, the interior was obscured.
She stood still, and only after her eyes adjusted to the darkness did she step over the threshold and enter. Inside the thatched hut was nothing more than a bed, a dilapidated table, and a bench of varying lengths. Apart from that, there was not even a candle, let alone an oil lamp.
No need to look through it, it's all clear at a glance.
Despite the rudimentary conditions, one can still see signs that someone has lived here for many years. A fingertip brushes across the table and there is not a speck of dust, indicating that even in such an environment, the owner of the thatched hut still takes good care of his only dwelling.
After a moment of stunned silence, she sighed.
Biezhi turned and walked out of the thatched hut, closing the door behind him.
The moment the door closed, her eyes narrowed, and she suddenly realized something was amiss. She pushed the door open again and went back into the thatched hut.
Bie Zhi looked around and couldn't see a single trace of lit wax, let alone a whole candle.
Ji Ran worked at the Five Flavors Shop, and the shopkeeper naturally paid him wages.
Even if he were frugal, his thatched hut shouldn't be like this.
A wave of doubts suddenly washed over her, and Biezhi's heart sank a little. Could it be that, as her senior brother said, Jiran had something on his mind and was deliberately getting close to her?
She didn't understand what she had that he could possibly want.
Biezhi's emotions remained unsettled for a long time; a multitude of thoughts surged into her mind like a tidal wave, leaving her no peace.
She waited for half an incense stick's time, but Ji Ran did not return.
As time passed, the light in the girl's clear eyes gradually dimmed. She took a deep breath, got up, and left the thatched hut.
What she hated most in her life was being deceived.
At first, Ji Ran's friendship with her was indeed due to his face, but later it was more because of his quietness. He would quietly listen to her incessant chatter without interrupting her or complaining to others, and he would accept everything about her, good or bad, without refusing anything.
That's enough, that's enough.
There are many handsome men in the world, and he's not the only one.
Just find another one that looks good.
The other branch stopped in its tracks.
No, why should it be?!
He's a little liar who fooled himself and thinks he can just pretend nothing happened?
We haven't found him yet, but if we do find him tomorrow, we'll have to punch him first and then ask him what he's after!
When she heard a slight commotion nearby, Biezhi suddenly came to her senses.
Her eyes swept around, but before she could find anyone, she heard another slightly shrill laugh. The man seemed to have laughed until he was tired, and said, "You've gotten some backbone after half a month. You even dare to resist."
Before Biezhi could think any further, another muffled groan rang in her ears. The moment she heard the groan, her body stiffened abruptly, and she turned her head to look at the source of the sound.
She walked quickly toward the sound and saw Ji Ran, who had been cornered, raise her hand and punch the nonchalant man hard. The man was stunned for a moment, but when he came to his senses, he pounced on her without hesitation, while also directing the people next to him.
The moment the man lunged forward and pulled out his knife, Biezhi, who had been standing frozen in place, snapped out of her daze. Before she could even get close, Jiran swiftly grabbed the man's wrist and gripped it tightly. The man cried out in pain, and the knife he was holding fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Seeing this, the tall man who had been hit bent down to pick up the knife that had fallen to the ground. The knife, which reflected light and shadow, stabbed at Ji Ran again. Just when Bie Zhi thought he could still dodge it, he saw Ji Ran subconsciously raise his hand and grab the sharp blade. Bright red blood gushed out instantly.
Biezhi's eyelashes trembled a few times, and she stepped forward to grab the tall man's wrist.
The force gripping the wrist bone was immense, and the tall man's scream of pain echoed through the sky. The fierceness in his eyes was dispelled by the sudden pain, and he hurriedly said, "It's broken! Let go! Let go now!"
Meeting Shang Jiran's tightly furrowed brows, the blood dripping from his palm condensed into a small clump. Biezhi's palm tightened again, and the man's hoarse voice startled the resting birds, causing them to scatter in all directions. Not far away, someone peeked out from a house.
"Who is it! Can't a person get some rest this late at night?!"
"If it happens again, I'll report it to the authorities!"
Fu Huaiqing raised his foot and kicked the man in front of him over. He frowned and walked to Biezhi. The girl pursed her lips and a barely perceptible murderous intent flashed in her eyes. He slightly raised his palm, his fingertips encircling the girl's slender but strong wrist, and shook his head to signal her to let go.
Biezhi met his dark and unfathomable gaze, her grip on the tall man's wrist remaining firm, even seeming to tighten. She looked away and at the man: "Tell me, how many times is this?"
"For the first time, it really is—" The tall man's forehead was beaded with sweat, "Ah—"
Biezhi didn't believe his nonsense. Just by looking at their actions, she guessed that the same thing must have happened before. She loosened her grip slightly, tapped the man's protruding wrist bone, and said, "I'll give you one more chance. I advise you to tell me everything, or I'll break your hand today!"
The tall man's face was pale and contorted. Before he could recover, another wave of pain surged up, and snot and tears flew from his nose and eyes. He hurriedly said, "I'll talk, I'll talk."
Cheng Jin, who was hiding in the shadows, saw the man's miserable expression and felt a chill run down his spine. He hissed and said to Jiang Yue, who was leaning against the tree trunk, "They're lucky to have met someone else."
“She really is going to cripple his hand,” Jiang Yue said.
Cheng Jin glanced at Ji Ran, who was squatting behind him, and said, "Consider it revenge for Ji Ran."
The two or three men who cornered Fu Huaiqing were not secret guards in disguise, but real playboys who had bullied Ji Ran. They had encountered Ji Ran a year ago, when they had just come out of the casino and lost everything.
Hearing that Ji Ran was deaf and lived alone, they set their sights on him.
Ji Ran was not one to be bullied, and he also possessed considerable martial arts skills. However, the prince would occasionally impersonate him, so to avoid unnecessary trouble, he had no choice but to endure it.
This forbearance only emboldened them to take an even bigger inch.
But everything happens for a reason.
When Biezhi and Jingqing's conversation reached the Prince's Mansion, the huge study felt like an ice cellar. Biezhi and 'Jiran' had known each other for two years. During those two years, she had inquired about Jiran's affairs many times. Her suspicions had long since disappeared in the second month of their acquaintance. Now that two years had passed, even Jiang Yue, who was in charge of handling the matter of 'Jiran's' identity for the Prince, could not have imagined that 'Jiran's' identity would be questioned.
Fortunately, they were restrained midway through the journey, otherwise, not only would they not have had time to plan the current matter, but they probably wouldn't even have had time to disguise the prince.
After listening to the man's account, Biezhi's expression grew even colder.
She gave a cold laugh and abruptly released her grip.
The tall man quickly regained his senses and braced himself against the wall with his palms. But before he could stand up straight, a sudden force shoved him into the waist, and he crashed into the wall in shock, collapsing limply to the ground.
She stepped forward and stepped on his palm.
"You didn't even bother to find out who's protecting him."
The tall man collapsed to the ground, his body curled up in agony, not even a trace of pain showing.
Biezhi was truly furious. She had thought that what Wang Chuan said was all in the past, but she never expected that Jiran would still be threatened by others in the present.
The thought of what the man had just said—that he had accidentally stabbed him when he threatened Ji Ran—flashed before Bie Zhi's eyes, and anger welled up in her heart.
When her arm was grabbed, she turned around abruptly.
The girl's large, almond-shaped eyes were filled with anger. When their eyes met, the anger gradually faded, replaced by a lingering sadness.
Fu Huaiqing paused for a moment, looking at her.
As if guided by some unseen force, he slightly raised his fingertip, lightly touching her long eyelashes, and gently brushed across the girl's eyes.
The sudden tenderness stunned Bie Zhi, who blinked blankly.
As his eyelashes brushed against his fingertips, a tingling sensation traveled through his fingertips to his heart. Fu Huaiqing froze for a moment, staring into those clear eyes for a long while before withdrawing his hand.
Biezhi stared at him, dumbfounded.
Fu Huaiqing glanced at the man sprawled on the ground and shook her head at her.
He didn't speak, but Biezhi understood what he meant.
dirty.
Don't dirty your feet for him.
“You—” Bie Zhi’s lips parted slightly, but she couldn’t speak for a long time, thinking of the suspicion she had shown not long ago.
She should have realized that Ji Ran didn't know kung fu, but rather the skills to save his life.
Two years ago, Manager Wang had mentioned Ji Ran's past to her. He also said that when he was found, Ji Ran was resisting a beating from thugs. He could no longer hear. If he hadn't been sharp-eyed and quick-witted, he would probably have been reporting to the King of Hell many years ago.
Biezhi hesitated, then caught a glimpse of the sticky blood droplets sliding down his fingertips. Her eyelids twitched, and she reached out to take his hand, saying, "Come with me."
There was no medicine in the thatched hut. From the beginning, Biezhi had no intention of taking him back to his residence. Instead, she took a shortcut to the small courtyard that had been arranged for them in the building.
The courtyard was dimly lit, with faint lights shining through the windows.
The secluded pavilion was located at the very end of the small courtyard. She led Ji Ran in familiarly, and when they encountered the senior brothers and sisters enjoying the cool air in the courtyard, she nodded slightly to them without lingering, leaving the senior brothers and sisters stunned and speechless.
She pushed open the door to the bedroom and let go of his hand.
They found a flint and struck the oil lamp, and the dimly lit room was suddenly illuminated.
Fu Huaiqing stood at the door.
Biezhi, who had found the medicine box, turned around and saw that he didn't intend to come in. Not understanding his intentions, she picked up the medicine box, went forward, pulled him in, and closed the door behind her.
Fu Huaiqing: "..."
His forehead twitched, and his face contorted slightly.
If she seems so indifferent, could it be that she brought other men with her?
A man and a woman alone in a room, what kind of propriety is this...?
“You are the first man to come here,” said Biezhi, who was looking down and rummaging through her medicine box.
Fu Huaiqing's expression became somewhat dazed.
Biezhi placed the hemostatic powder and other wound medicines on the table, glanced back at Jiran whose expression was gloomy and unclear, took the copper basin from the corner, pointed to the solid wood stool, and said, "Find a place to sit anywhere, I'll go get some water."
She carried the copper basin, pushed open the door, and went out.
Fu Huaiqing's gaze swept over the brightly lit bedroom, clean and simple, everything was arranged neatly, and there was no trace of human presence, it seemed that she rarely came back.
The books on the shelf were neatly arranged, with many folded corners, all signs of being read and examined frequently.
Fu Huaiqing hadn't expected that Biezhi would be a diligent reader.
I vaguely remember that she was the kind of student who would run away from the teacher whenever she saw him.
He stepped forward, took one of the books, but before he could even open it, it was snatched away.
Biezhi hugged the book tightly, her almond-shaped eyes slightly wide.
She stood in front of the cabinet like a small animal guarding its food, saying, "This is not something you can see."
Fu Huaiqing didn't understand.
What books can't I read?
Fu Huaiqing lowered his eyes and noticed that a faint blush was gradually spreading from her earlobes to her cheeks. He silently raised an eyebrow.
Biezhi cleared her throat, turned around, arranged the books, and pushed him back, muttering, "I'll stuff them at the bottom of the cabinet later. Luckily we came back in time, otherwise I wouldn't know where to put my face."
Fu Huaiqing, who had been pushed to sit on the bench, glanced at her with a complicated expression.
Biezhi glared back: "What are you looking at?"
Fu Huaiqing: "..."
Despite her lack of justification, Biezhi remained defiant, wrung out her handkerchief, and gave him a look that said, "Hand."
Fu Huaiqing, mindful of his status, pretended not to hear.
After waiting for a while without seeing him make any move, Biezhi frowned, bent down in front of the man, grabbed his right hand and pulled it over. Looking at the blurry flesh and blood under the dried bloodstains, she carefully wiped away the bloodstains in the afterglow of the lamplight, and couldn't help but scold, "Idiot!"
Fu Huaiqing was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled.
“Only a fool would catch a knife bare-handed.” Biezhi wiped the bloodstains off her palm, examined the wound that had stopped bleeding, and said it was a minor injury: “Luckily, it was just some thugs who were trying to scare people with a knife. If it had been anyone else, you would have been done for.”
She fetched some wound medicine and poured it onto the wound little by little.
Once the ointment had slowly seeped into the wound, he found some gauze and bandaged it up, saying, "The old wounds haven't healed yet and you've already gotten new ones. How many lives do you have to keep doing this to yourself?"
Biezhi kept talking, but when she realized he couldn't hear her, she suddenly breathed her last.
She glared angrily at Ji Ran, whose expression remained unchanged. He slightly raised his eyes, looking up at her, his handsome face gleaming in the lamplight.
With just one glance, the anger in her heart subsided somewhat.
It really is beautiful.
Biezhi stared in disbelief. She couldn't believe that he was so handsome even with that scar on his face; she wondered how alluring he would be without it.
His slightly parted thin lips were also intentionally or unintentionally enticing her to look at him.
They seem a bit too affectionate...
This wasn't the first time Fu Huaiqing had seen her with such an expression; it was clear she was once again captivated by her appearance.
Upon seeing a handsome man, they all wanted to get to know him. Ji Ran was like that, and so was Xu Wenche. But when they got to him, they became 'a bit fierce'.
Where is he fierce?
Fu Huaiqing didn't understand.
Is he so cruel that he remains unmoved while she expresses her dissatisfaction with him every day?
A sudden chill swept past her side, and Biezhi snapped back to reality, her eyes meeting the man's deep, clear pupils. She blinked.
Suddenly I felt like I deserved to die...
Lust can cloud judgment.
He actually developed lustful thoughts towards a person who was seriously injured.
Biezhi covered her mouth and coughed a few times. She then began to arrange the porcelain vases on the table in a serious manner. Halfway through, she suddenly remembered Jiran's injuries and her movements slowed down a little.
She glanced sideways at the man's chest.
The girl's burning gaze seemed to pierce through her clothes.
Biezhi asked, "Will you peel it open yourself, or should I do it for you?"
Fu Huaiqing: "...?"
Biezhi, realizing that Jiran couldn't hear her, didn't bother gesturing anymore. She grabbed his collar and pulled it open to the sides without saying a word.
I was halfway through digging when I couldn't dig any further.
Fu Huaiqing grabbed her hands with his large hands and looked at her intently.
Biezhi stared wide-eyed as he used his other hand to slightly close his shirt, then with a bit more force, pulled it open again.
Fu Huaiqing once again restrained her misbehaving hands.
Seeing his determined resistance, Biezhi felt for a moment like a lecherous man flirting with someone else. She patiently explained, "I'm here to help you apply the medicine, not to make you submit to me."
Fu Huaiqing looked at her with a complicated expression.
He wanted to tell her that she didn't look like she needed to apply medicine.
However, he eventually loosened his grip, but the moment he loosened his grip, Biezhi seemed to have reached her limit and tightened her grip on his clothes.
Hiss—
A perfectly fine piece of clothing suddenly developed a long, narrow tear.
Biezhi clutched her torn clothes, looking up at the man in astonishment: "Would you believe me if I said I didn't do it on purpose?"
Fu Huaiqing: "..."
He stared at her speechlessly.
When Biezhi met Ji Ran's speechless, choked eyes, she quickly threw the cloth in her hand out of sight, tugged at the corners of her mouth, and smiled sweetly: "Let's apply the medicine."
She smiled slightly, turned around to get the wound medicine, glanced at his messy clothes that were in his way, and muttered to herself, "He's already halfway off, he shouldn't mind taking all his clothes off, right?"
Biezhi thought for a moment and nodded firmly: "If I don't mind, why would he?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Huaiqing suddenly stood up.
As he stood up, he frowned slightly, realizing that his thoughts had been completely led astray by her. If this continued, she would definitely become suspicious.
Fu Huaiqing stood still and made no further movement.
Biezhi looked at him with suspicion, her gaze meeting his chest, which was covered by gauze. With each breath, the man's well-defined chest rose and fell.
She subconsciously raised her head, blinked her eyes lightly, and said, "A doctor's heart is benevolent, I won't do anything to you." As she spoke, she grabbed his disheveled clothes and tore them off without hesitation.
In an instant, the man's well-defined body came into view, his bulging muscles firm and powerful, with clear grooves and not an ounce of excess.
Biezhi secretly took a deep breath.
The impact of the bright lights was even greater than yesterday.
Fu Huaiqing's expression changed slightly. The girl's almond-shaped eyes made no attempt to conceal themselves, her gaze sweeping straight up and down. Her fingers, gripping the cloth robe, trembled as if she were trying her best to suppress herself.
The other branch is indeed restraining itself.
Control yourself and don't act like a lecherous man; it won't sound good if word gets out.
But her gaze was indeed fixed on him.
Bie Zhi steadied herself and silently told herself that she must control herself and not scare Ji Ran away. She slowly untied the gauze binding his chest.
The light reflected off the lamps, creating dappled shadows that obscured her view of the wound.
She carefully put away the gauze and moved it closer.
As she drew closer, her breath overflowed and wafted over Fu Huaiqing's chest, and in an instant, the gentle, descending air enveloped the surroundings.
Fu Huaiqing's eyes darkened, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he stared at her silently.
Biezhi was focused on his wound and didn't notice the scorching, deep gaze falling on his head. The bleeding from the wound had long since stopped, and the open wound was no longer as pale as it had been yesterday.
She raised her fingertip, poked around the wound, and then looked up to observe his expression: "Is there any discomfort around the wound?"
Fu Huaiqing's breath hitched for a moment.
He lowered his gaze, staring into the girl's clear, bright eyes. His slightly calloused fingertips brushed against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through his veins, pulsating inch by inch.
Fu Huaiqing's neck veins bulged.
Biezhi didn't expect Jiran to answer her. She turned to the side, bent down to get the wound medicine, turned back to look at the man who was standing still, placed her palm on his shoulder, and pushed him back.
It moves with just a push.
Fu Huaiqing took a few steps back, his knee hitting the back of the tatami mat.
The man slumped onto the couch, a fleeting glint of light flashing beneath his calm eyes.
Biezhi bent down and carefully poured wound medicine onto the wound.
Fu Huaiqing closed his eyes briefly, trying to control his slightly rapid breathing. When he opened his eyes again, the turbulent emotions in them had vanished, leaving only a faint indifference.
I applied some good medicine to the branch and then covered it with gauze.
After treating the wound on his chest, her fingertips paused on the gauze, and her gaze slowly moved downwards. There were two very shallow marks on the right side of the man's firm and muscular waist, with a faint pink tinge in his fair skin. They looked like fresh wounds that had only recently healed.
Biezhi frowned, and by the time she came to her senses, her fingertips were already on the man's waist.
Her fingertips trembled slightly as she nodded.
Biezhi clearly felt the man's breath catch for a moment, and his abdominal muscles tightened as well. Her fingertips sank deeper with the man's movements.
As if guided by a ghost, her fingertips, which had been resting on her firm waist and abdomen, turned into her palm. A firm and elastic sensation surged into her, and she subconsciously pressed down, her palm sinking in for a moment before springing back up.
Bie Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up.
Wow! It feels so good!
Every line on her palm was perfectly proportioned, completely different from hers, firmer and more powerful, sparking the imagination.
Most importantly, it feels really good in the hand!
Fu Huaiqing's gaze paused, the indifference in his eyes vanished, replaced by an indescribable darkness. He lowered his eyes, staring at the girl's slightly upturned lips, a hint of satisfaction in them.
His brow twitched violently.
Looking at the girl who was half-squatting in front of him, Fu Huaiqing parted his thin lips slightly, but then remembered that he was currently a deaf person who could not speak, so he had no choice but to give up and cup her eager palm in his hand.
Biezhi, who wanted to press down further, raised her head and looked at her with sparkling almond-shaped eyes.
He had an expression of eager thirst for knowledge.
Fu Huaiqing paused for a moment, staring at her with a complicated expression.
The girl showed no shyness, only excitement, and her eyes made no attempt to conceal her desire.
His audacity is truly outrageous.
Biezhi had expected the feel to be good, but she never imagined it would be so wonderful. The feeling described in the storybook was nothing compared to what she was experiencing.
Her gaze was fixed on Ji Ran's handsome face, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a slight blush gradually spreading across his fair earlobes. He looked so innocent that it made her suddenly feel like she was flirting with a respectable married man.
Biezhi coughed, covering her mouth, and muttered, "Actually, Master's suggestion is not bad. If one day we really have to get married, we will always have to find a suitable husband. Jiran is indeed a good choice."
She had no other requirements for men, as long as they were tall enough and handsome.
Ji Ran perfectly meets these two requirements.
Fu Huaiqing's face darkened when he heard her muttering.
Unexpectedly, simply looking at her wasn't enough for her; she also planned to take her home and raise her.
If one day she finds out that the Jiran before her is not the real Jiran, wouldn't she have to bring the real Jiran home? What would become of him then...?
The moment he realized what he was thinking, his thin lips pursed slightly.
He was completely blinded by greed.
If that day ever comes, things will go their separate ways, and what choice she makes will have nothing to do with me.
The man suddenly stood up, startling Biezhi, who was half-crouching. She watched as he picked up the torn cloth with an unpleasant expression, his sharp jaw straight, and put on his clothes as if nothing was wrong.
Biezhi was taken aback, not understanding why he had suddenly become angry.
Could it be that I went too far and he didn't like it?
"If I don't like it, I don't like it." She pouted. "I'll just find someone else."
As the somewhat familiar words reached her ears, Fu Huaiqing, dressed in plain clothes, paused slightly. Last time, it could be said to be drunken ramblings, but now it was clearly her true thoughts.
We have to find someone else again...
Who should I contact?
Xu Wenche, or Qin Xiao?
Or are there other men he doesn't know about?
Fu Huaiqing's expression suddenly changed.
Biezhi dusted off her palms, stood up, looked at Jiran who had his back to her, and said, "It's getting late, let me take you home."
Fu Huaiqing's veins bulged slightly on the back of his hand. He remained silent for a moment, then slowly tied the belt of his cloth robe and turned to look at the young girl who had put away the porcelain bottle.
Why are you in such a hurry to get rid of him? Who is he going to see?
"It was wrong of me to doubt you today, I won't do it again." Even after being rejected by him, Biezhi still apologized. She turned to look at the man standing with his back to the light and shadow. Silently backlit by the light and shadow, she couldn't see the expression on his face: "It seems you won't come with me now. After I finish what I'm doing, I'll teach you some kung fu."
Even if I'm not by his side, he'll be able to handle things easily.
Biezhi opened the tightly closed door and stepped over the threshold. Seeing that Jiran hadn't followed, she looked at him, puzzled, and muttered, "After I take you back, I still need to go find Xu Wenche."
Fu Huaiqing remained silent.
He knew that even if Ji Ran disagreed, she had other options.
Fu Huaiqing's face was gloomy, his eyes fixed on the girl who had a hint of anxiety in her eyes. He seemed to be thinking about sending her back to where she was supposed to go so that he could go find Xu Wenche.
Biezhi glanced at the night. It was indeed getting late. If she appeared on the street any later, she would arouse suspicion. But the man inside the house remained standing still.
She frowned slightly and walked back to Ji Ran, puzzled.
Fu Huaiqing lowered his eyes, glancing at the girl's palm that was wrapped around his wrist. Seeing her expression as if she wanted to lead him away, he lowered his palm and grabbed her slender but strong wrist, pulling her towards him.
Unexpectedly, Biezhi suddenly turned around and bumped straight into the man's arms.
When she met his deep, unfathomable eyes, her flustered expression faltered for a moment. For the first time, she couldn't decipher the emotions hidden deep within his eyes. "You—"
Before she could finish speaking, a dark shadow suddenly covered her eyes. In an instant, her slightly parted lips touched a cool, thin pair of lips. She blinked lightly and closed her eyes.
However, Ji Ran remained silent for a long time.
There wasn't even the intimate scene depicted in the picture book.
After waiting for a while without seeing his next move, Biezhi opened her eyes and was suddenly met with the depths of the man's dark pupils. He seemed to have been watching her the whole time, without looking away for even an inch.
Biezhi recalled his slightly red earlobes not long ago and instantly understood.
He doesn't understand.
But it's okay, she understands.
Although Biezhi had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.
Having read extensively, she was certainly much more knowledgeable than the innocent and harmless Ji Ran. She imitated the woman in the picture book, tiptoed, raised her hand to wrap around the man's neck, and brought her lips closer.
Fu Huaiqing lowered his eyes, his pupils deepening, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke.
He stared at the girl's slightly trembling eyelashes, her long eyelashes like feathers plucking the strings of a harp, brushing against her eyes one by one.
Biezhi didn't really understand either; her lips caressed the man's thin lips haphazardly, without any apparent understanding.
After grinding for a long time, I still couldn't get anything out of it.
And the person who initially took the initiative seems to have lost interest.
Realizing this, Biezhi opened her eyes, her tiptoes landing firmly on the ground, and their lips parted as they pressed together. She looked up at Jiran, not understanding what he meant.
Biezhi pushed his chest: "What do you mean?"
The girl's tone carried a hint of unconscious coquettishness. Fu Huaiqing closed his eyes and remained silent. He had forgotten that in her eyes, he was Ji Ran, not Fu Huaiqing.
If he hadn't realized the source of his anger by this moment, he would be no different from a fool. It was only when he realized this that a sense of bewilderment and a trace of unseen panic arose in his heart.
Biezhi waited for a long time but didn't get an explanation from him. However, she wasn't in a bad mood; in fact, she was somewhat pleased. She vaguely realized that she seemed to have been looking forward to this moment for a long time: "This time, I'll give you a chance to take advantage of me. Next time I kiss you, try to dodge."
Fu Huaiqing: "..."
Seeing his slightly complicated expression, Biezhi felt even more pleased and couldn't help but say, "You should have said you liked me earlier, then we wouldn't have had to wait until today."
She grabbed Ji Ran's arm and led him outside. "Today isn't a good day. I really need to go see Xu Wenche. We can try again another day after I finish my studies."
Returning home after completing studies?
Fu Huaiqing frowned. Who was she going to learn from?
Biezhi naturally had to learn from books. She always thought she had read a lot, but she didn't expect that she still couldn't figure out the rules when it came to actual combat. It seems that she still needs to ask Fang Tingzhi for a few more storybooks.
She escorted Ji Ran to the thatched hut, didn't linger, slightly turned her head to make a sleeping gesture, waved her hand, and left without looking back.
As the girl's figure disappeared from sight, Fu Huaiqing's gaze remained fixed on the empty stone path.
After a moment, he said, "Have Su Ci submit a letter tomorrow, accusing Li Shanjue of lax household management and ineffective discipline."
Cheng Jin, who had quietly appeared behind him, tensed up, knowing that the prince intended to convict the Li family in court. He cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Yes."
Even after Cheng Jin left, Fu Huaiqing did not leave.
The true owner of the thatched hut, Ji Ran, couldn't figure out what the prince meant. He looked at Jiang Yue, who had been by the prince's side for many years, with a puzzled expression.
Jiang Yue shook his head at Ji Ran, and then he heard his master speak.
Fu Huaiqing said, "Find a reason to make Ji Ran disappear from her life."
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