Chapter 37 Chapter 37 How can I be honest so that she will accept Ji...

Fu Huaiqing's face darkened.

The secret guard hiding behind the thatched hut twitched his lips at these words, pursing his lips to stifle a smile. Jiang Yue cast a feigned solemn glance at him, and the guard instantly straightened with a stern expression.

Jiang Yue glanced at the crowd and turned slowly, but the moment he did so, the forced smile slipped away.

Before meeting Biezhi, no one had dared to raise the rumors about him in front of their master. Even officials with ten years of experience in the court often hesitated to speak in his presence, fearing the slightest mistake would lead to ruin.

Only Biezhi, taking advantage of Ji Ran's inability to hear and speak, let out a long-simmering resentment within two months of their first acquaintance.

The sharpness of his words, the discontent in his tone, were terrifying.

At that moment, Jiang Yue suspected his master would immediately order Biezhi imprisonment or exile to a freezing cold land. He waited two years, but nothing happened.

Biezhi was so engrossed in her conversation that she didn't notice Ji Ran was acting strangely. "He deserves to be single until now."

If he knew how to care for others, how could he be single until now?

Fu Huaiqing listened to her chatter, took a deep breath, and glanced sideways at her cheeks puffed up with anger. His gaze slowly calmed.

"Never mind, let her be.

It's just a few scoldings, nothing serious. We've come two years, and today won't be any less,"

Fu Huaiqing told himself.

"Tell me, what is the master thinking?" Bie Zhi turned sideways to face Ji Ran, staring at him for a long moment. Seeing that he didn't react at all, she curled her lips and said, "If you don't know, you might think that Senior Brother stole his sweetheart. He doesn't want to look at Senior Brother any more, so he keeps sending Senior Brother away from the capital."

Fu Huaiqing: "..."

"Even if Senior Brother really stole his sweetheart, so what?" Bie Zhi always favored relatives over others, saying righteously, "He can just find someone else. And if he really stole her, doesn't that prove that the girl doesn't like him either? He should reflect on himself."

Bie Zhi: "Why blame Senior Brother?"

Fu Huaiqing's mouth opened slightly, speechless.

The more Bie Zhi thought about it, the more upset he became. Without hesitation, he also criticized Jing Qing: "Senior Brother is the same. He's just a dull guy. He's clearly not feeling well, but he doesn't know how to fight for himself. It's just a mission. What's more important than life?"

"He knows how to tell me to cherish my life, but he doesn't understand when it happens to me."

Bie Zhi and Jing Qing have known each other for thirteen years.

The first person she met at Xianyun Pavilion besides her master was Jingqing. At the time, Biezhi was six, and Jingqing was only seven. The two young children knew nothing, and their master occasionally had to leave on missions, leaving them to review their techniques.

Biezhi shared all the joys and sorrows of her youth with Jingqing.

Later, one of them stayed at Qingyin Pavilion, the other at Youxu Pavilion. Missions followed one after another, and Jingqing's missions often took him away from the capital, often lasting two or three months. The longest he'd been away from the capital was seven months.

Biezhi, on the other hand, wasn't idle at Qingyin Pavilion either; her missions were numerous.

Gradually, their meetings became less frequent, with ten days a year considered a lot. Consequently, their interactions dwindled. Jingqing, at some point, lost his former exuberance and became withdrawn.

As Biezhi grew older, she became unsure whether to share some girlish matters with Jingqing. After choosing not to share a single thing, she gradually developed a habit of not sharing it.

But from the beginning to the end, she always regarded Jing Qing as her family, as a part of her.

So when Biezhi heard Jing Qing say that he liked her, her first reaction was not rejection, nor surprise, but inexplicable sadness, as if something was slowly slipping away, moving away from her, and she couldn't catch it.

"It's obvious that I have been wandering for a longer time, but my senior brother is more like a little adult than me. He is also younger, and Master has never asked him to take care of me, but when Master is not around, he is the one who takes care of me." From the beginning, Biezhi has never been bullied by others.

Other colleagues of the same age often have quarrels and disputes, and since they have some martial arts skills, it is common for them to fight over a disagreement, but she has never experienced such a thing.

She only found out later that her senior brother had already made arrangements for her long ago.

"It's said in Xianyun Tower that if you want to fight Biezhi, you have to defeat Jingqing first."

Fu Huaiqing watched the corners of her mouth curl up as she spoke of their youth. The moonlight softened the light in her almond-shaped eyes. The veins in his forehead throbbed uncontrollably.

It was clearly him sitting before her, but her heart and eyes were filled with another man.

After a moment, he raised his hand slightly.

His hand, which had dangled freely at her side, was suddenly grasped. Lost in thought, Biezhi snapped back to reality. She watched as the man's long, bony fingers traced the veins of her wrist, only to cover her palm in an instant and pull it towards him.

Unprepared, she was pulled forward. The question looming in her throat barely escaped her lips before her palm landed seamlessly on the man's waist.

Even through his clothes, she could clearly feel the man's defined muscles rise and fall in his palm with the rhythm of his breathing.

Biezhi's breathing paused for a moment. She looked up at the flawless white night, then lowered her gaze to Jiran, whose eyes were as dark as the abyss.

There wasn't any red rain falling from the sky...

She pondered, pressing her palm inward.

Before she could feel the rebound of her muscles, her attention was drawn to a faint groan.

The man's voice was low and hoarse, tinged with an indefinable lust.

Biezhi blinked slowly.

He was seducing her, wasn't he?

Suspicious, Biezhi's gaze shifted from the man's waist to his abdomen. The moment their eyes met, she caught sight of his earlobe, bloodshot against the night sky.

After staring for a moment, she smiled.

Then she rose and took a few steps to sit beside Jiran. Her free hand, still able to move, touched the distinct ridges of his collarbone beneath his cloth.

Fu Huaiqing raised an eyebrow.

The girl suddenly raised her head and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Biezhi looked at him with a smile in her eyes and expressed her guess in her heart: "If you want me to pay attention to you, even if you don't know how to speak, you have to show it."

Fu Huaiqing's eyes darkened.

Before he could react, the corner of his mouth was covered by her soft lips again.

Biezhi supported Ji Ran's shoulder with one hand, leaned one knee on the bamboo table, looked up at him from top to bottom, staring into his eyes with sparkling eyes, and asked him: "Don't you want to kiss me?"

The taut string in Fu Huaiqing's heart was suddenly broken. He covered her back with his palm and pressed down half an inch. He raised his chin slightly to meet her lips and kissed the girl's lips that were shining with water.

Tossing and turning, entanglement.

The hot palm, emitting heat, pressed down again. Biezhi, who was supporting the man's shoulders and neck with both hands, was forced to move closer, tightly pressed against his body.

His kiss was more fierce than before.

It was as if he wanted to crush her and rub her into his body, and in an instant he robbed her of her breath.

The bright moon, which was high in the sky, was slanting, and the thin clouds that were slowly approaching quietly covered the bright moon. It was unknown how long it had passed before Fu Huaiqing let go of the girl whose body had softened slightly.

Biezhi was breathing heavily, with an abnormal flush on her face.

There were still two and a half months left.

After two and a half months, when they got married, they could be together legitimately.

When Biezhi thought of this, the boredom that had accumulated in her heart just now dissipated a lot. She looked at Ji Ran's appearance steadily with her eyes, and felt more and more comfortable.

She lowered her eyes, gazing into Ji Ran's clear, bright eyes, and said, "In two and a half months, the mission will be over."

Fu Huaiqing paused, his fingers tangled in her hair, and looked at her thoughtfully, wondering how to confess to her so that she would accept that Ji Ran was him.

Speaking now...

would undoubtedly disrupt the rare atmosphere.

Fu Huaiqing's face darkened.

Bie Zhi had only intended to visit Ji Ran, but she had unexpectedly gained something extra. Satisfied, she stood up, brushed the dust away from behind, and gestured to him to leave: "It's getting late, I have to go."

If she didn't return, the palace's secret guards would surely realize something was amiss, and by then, her whereabouts might be revealed to Prince Su.

She truly didn't want anything to do with him.

They were just not the same kind of people.

Bie Zhi had read many romance novels, stories of commoner women marrying into wealthy families, as well as stories of women from humble backgrounds marrying into princely mansions or becoming imperial concubines, some with happy endings and others with tragic ones.

But no matter what, there will be many twists and turns in the middle.

Biezhi doesn't like any of them.

She still likes stories of falling in love over time and being in love with each other.

Biezhi's life is full of fighting and killing. She has to guard the same person day and night. It is tiring enough. She doesn't want her hard-earned leisure time to become so torturous.

Fu Huaiqing looked at Biezhi who said she was leaving but actually didn't leave for a long time.

She stood with her back to the bright moon in the yard, tilted her head and looked at him for a moment, and suddenly walked over.

Biezhi bent down slightly, lowered her

head and kissed the man's tightly pursed thin lips. She wandered around for a while without knowing how to do it, stood up with a smile, turned around and waved to him with her back, and this time she didn't look back, stepped straight onto the stone road and left.

Fu Huaiqing looked at her back with a complicated expression, his eyes slightly closed, suppressing the surging desire.

He was still obsessed.

According to the original arrangement, Biezhi should know that he is Ji Ran, and then he should reveal his feelings to her in a natural way. At that time, whether she accepts it or not is her choice.

But now, everything has been disrupted.

The girl's figure disappeared at the end of the street, and Jiang Yue walked out from the depths.

Fu Huaiqing stared at the bluestone road and slowly withdrew his gaze, "Jing Qing's mission, someone else will take his place."

Compared to many days ago, Jiang Yue at this moment accepted the order without surprise.

In order to prevent Biezhi from rushing to Wuweipu on a whim one day, and suddenly hearing from other customers that Ji Ran had not appeared for a long time, even Ji Ran who had left Beijing could be recalled, and it would be easy to overturn other things.

He had to go back and remind the guards accompanying his master that in the future, when it comes to matters related to Biezhi, they should be prepared for the master to overturn past orders.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yue recalled an incident from not long ago. After a moment's deliberation, he asked again, "Master, in addition to the shadow guards who delivered the message, should we send some people to accompany Miss Biezhi, just in case?"

Fu Huaiqing glanced at him from the side.

Jiang Yue immediately understood what he meant.

This meant that he wanted to add more people to accompany her.

Fu Huaiqing stood quietly outside the thatched cottage for a moment, his eyes looking past Jiang Yue at Ji Ran standing with the secret guards. The two identical faces looked at each other across the vast thatched cottage courtyard, and the slight curve on his thin lips slowly faded.

Thinking of the girl's excited voice, it seemed as if the marriage was just around the corner, only two and a half months away...

No matter what, Biezhi's plan to marry Ji Ran was absolutely impossible.

He couldn't pretend to be Ji Ran and accompany her every day. If he had to choose between the two, it would usually be Ji Ran who stayed by her side.

The look of the girl blinking her almond-shaped eyes and asking him if she wanted to kiss him flashed before his eyes, and then she suddenly kissed him when he wasn't paying attention. Fu Huaiqing's eyes were fixed a little.

She was like this, and no one else should see her except him.

Jiang Yue hurriedly followed her. After walking only a hundred steps, he saw Cheng Jin rushing over and frowned.

Cheng Jin bowed: "Master, Ling Feng requests to see you."