Fu Junheng just smiled and didn't say anything more. He got up, walked to Mu Shi's side, and took off Mu Chenshuang's ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).
Fu Junheng skillfully helped her get dressed.
Mu Chenshuang sat in front of the bronze mirror, and Fu Junheng personally styled her hair.
"I never knew you could do women's hair?"
Fu Junheng replied, "Some things are easy to learn at a glance; it just depends on whether I'm willing to do them."
That's all.
He inserted the last hairpin into her hair bun, then picked up the eyebrow pencil from the dressing table, gently lifted Mu Chenshuang's chin, and said softly, "Don't move!"
Mu Chenshuang looked at him.
Fu Junheng bent down and used an eyebrow pencil to carefully trace the lines between Mu Chenshuang's eyebrows.
Closer distance.
Mu Chenshuang could clearly feel the man's breath. His unique scent entered her nose, like a calm wave surging over her heart, or like a gentle breeze rippling through her skin.
Mu Chenshuang remained still, letting the man trace her features.
A moment later.
Fu Junheng lowered his hand, his fingers gently pinching the woman's chin as he looked at her, his eyes deepening.
Suddenly.
He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her lips.
Unlike the passionate depth of a deep kiss, this light kiss still stirs the heart intensely.
"have a look!"
Mu Chenshuang came to her senses and looked at herself in the bronze mirror. Her willow-leaf eyebrows were curved, and she looked gentle and graceful.
"I have to admit, you're quite talented in this area," Mu Chenshuang said in a teasing tone.
Fu Junheng smiled and bent down to get closer to her. "That depends on who it is."
Mu Chenshuang did not respond.
Fu Junheng dined with Mu Chenshuang and said, "Seven days later, there will definitely be some developments within the court regarding the sacrificial ceremony at Tianhuang Mountain."
Mount Tenhuang is about 100 miles from Kyoto. Every year at this time, Feng Guche goes there to offer sacrifices to the mountain in order to bless the Tianzhao Kingdom with peace and prosperity. The whole process, including the return trip to the city and the sacrifice, takes about five days.
Mu Chenshuang picked up a pastry, looked up at him, and said, "You've learned some inside information again. It seems that the Carefree King isn't really carefree after all."
She had clearly heard Feng Ji's voice just now; he had obviously come to explain some things to Fu Junheng and then left.
However, if others knew about this relationship and exaggerated it to His Majesty, it would surely be another unforgivable crime.
Fu Junheng simply said, "He is indeed living a very carefree life."
"Are you really not afraid that I'll tell others about your affairs?"
Fu Junheng disagreed, "Anyway, Shuang'er, you're already mine. Aren't we in the same boat now?"
Mu Chenshuang stared intently at him.
Fu Junheng picked up a piece of fish and put it in her bowl. "This fish is delicious. Shuang'er, you can eat more."
Mu Chenshuang suddenly asked, "In your opinion, what will be the final fate of the Marquis's mansion?"
Fu Junheng put down his chopsticks and replied calmly, "I cannot predict the final outcome of the Marquis's mansion, but the best result is that the Marquis can successfully retire after resolving the external crisis. Shuang'er, you are right. There is no guarantee that we can hand over military power at this time. Only by removing the threatening claws can we protect everyone in the Marquis's mansion."
Mu Chenshuang looked at Fu Junheng with deep eyes, as if trying to see something in his eyes.
"But this is not an easy thing."
"It's indeed not easy, but aren't I trying to help you find a solution?"
Mu Chenshuang's pupils dilated in shock. "You'll help me?"
Fu Junheng smiled and said, "If I don't help you resolve this matter, I definitely won't be able to take you away. Since I've already given you a topographical map of Yandang Mountain and sent people to Jiangcheng to investigate, isn't that enough to explain my thoughts?"
As Mu Chenshuang listened, she felt a strange, indescribable feeling, as if something hard was slowly cracking.
Suddenly.
Fu Junheng reached out and grasped the woman's hand.
"I know you can't fully trust me right now, Shuang'er, but I will always keep my word."
Mu Chenshuang felt a tremor in her heart. She slightly turned her gaze away to avoid his direct eye contact and said indifferently, "The food is getting cold. Aren't you going to eat?"
Fu Junheng withdrew his hand and continued to serve her food.
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