Chapter 7 Chapter 7 The thin lips of the man before him seemed so kissable...

Jiang Yue and the others, hidden in the shadows, emerged.

Accompanying Jiang Yue was Cheng Jin, who had recently returned to the capital after being ordered to Jingzhou.

Fu Huaiqing wrapped his large hand around the girl's slender, flexible waist, bending slightly to scoop her up into his arms, preventing her from falling.

Cheng Jin glanced at the girl in his master's arms, his eyes full of life. He half-extended his arm when a glimpse of his master's piercing gaze caught him. He froze, scratching his head in confusion.

However, seeing that his master didn't seem to object, he reached out and took the branch. In an instant, Cheng Jin understood, realizing that his master probably felt there was a difference between them.

He pursed his lips slightly, and to show he had no inappropriate intentions, he stepped forward to take the branch and directly hoisted her onto his shoulders, her arms swinging freely.

Fu Huaiqing: "..."

His eyes silently swept over the righteous Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin paused, following his master's gaze as it scanned him. Then, remembering his purpose, he suddenly realized and said solemnly, "Young Master Xu left for the capital yesterday. Barring any unexpected events, he'll arrive in seven days."

Fu Huaiqing remained silent, his attention fixed on the girl's arms, which occasionally swung. Her drooping head also rose and fell, her sleeves fluttering with her arms, brushing against the breeze.

After a long moment without receiving a response, Cheng Jin glanced up.

Jiang Yue, who had been stopped and whispered by the secret guards, also looked over. Seeing the figure carried on the shoulders of his colleagues, his eyelids fluttered. He quickly stepped forward and waved to the secret guards behind him to come forward. "Master, the carriage is ready. I'll have Miss Biezhi escorted back to the courtyard."

"To Wuweipu," Fu Huaiqing said.

Jiang Yue bowed, unsure of the reason but not asking any further questions.

He glanced at Cheng Jin, signaling him to carefully put down the girl from his shoulders, and replied at the same time: "Just now, the secret guards reported that after Master Xiao Qin returned to the capital today, he strictly interrogated the assassins who assassinated him. In less than half an hour, they found out that the girl had been accompanying Master Xiao Qin for more than a month. However, they only said that it was a short man who was sent by others to assassinate Master Xiao Qin. So, Master--"

He caught a glimpse of his master's suddenly raised arm. Jiang Yue stopped talking and watched him reach out to embrace the shaky Miss Biezhi. His brows furrowed slightly and he raised his hand.

In an instant, everyone clearly realized that the woman in the master's arms was breathing abnormally and seemed to be about to wake up. Then they bowed and retreated.

Biezhi's eyelids lifted half an inch and fell silently.

After going back and forth three or four times, she finally opened her eyes with difficulty. Unbearable and dense pain attacked from the back of

her neck, and the pain made her brows frown tightly together. If Ji Ran, who was standing in front of her, had not frantically supported her, she would have suspected that she was being sought for revenge. Before she could ask, Ji Ran stretched out his hand across her neck. Bie Zhi subconsciously dodged to the side. Seeing him stretch out his hand to pat the tree behind him, and then pointed at her neck, she finally understood what he meant and asked dazedly: "Did I hit the tree?"

Fu Huaiqing withdrew his hand, his eyes calm.

Bie Zhi looked back at the huge tree trunk. It would definitely not be possible under normal circumstances, but under the condition of being drunk, there was indeed a possibility of fainting: "Sure enough, drinking is harmful to the body."

She waved her hand and said: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Fu Huaiqing knew from her tone that she was still drunk, and walked back slowly behind her.

Biezhi walked a few steps and realized the person beside her had disappeared. She turned back to look at him, frowning and pouting, "Why didn't you catch up?"

The girl was drunk, and her words unconsciously carried a hint of coquettishness.

Fu Huaiqing, who "couldn't hear," walked over calmly.

Biezhi had waited only four or five steps, but to her now half-conscious mind, it seemed like an eternity. Frowning, she grasped the man's wrist and led him forward. "You can't hear, and you can't speak. If you walk behind, what will you do if someone kidnaps you and sends you to the black market to be a prostitute? You've never been to the black market, so you don't know the dangers."

"As for the stronger men, send them to the arena to fight for your life. If you lose, you're thrown into the Colosseum—" Biezhi recalled the scene she had witnessed three years ago when she followed her target to the black market. She almost spit out the tea she had drunk three days ago. She pursed her lips, measured Ji Ran's body, and shook her head. "Those perverts love tender young men like you."

The girl's tone was vivid and joyful, as if he were already in the black market, and the perverts she was talking about would make a move on him in the next moment.

Fu Huaiqing felt mixed emotions.

On any other day, he would have been dragged away long ago.

But he was deaf now.

Fu Huaiqing's cold eyes passed over her neck, waiting for the right position. He raised his palm, which was like a blade, halfway, and the girl's warm palms suddenly covered his cheeks.

His heart skipped a beat, his eyes changed several times, and his palms drooped bit by bit.

Biezhi held his face with both hands, turning it left and right. Her fingertips, which were slightly calloused, slowly traced the scar on the man's handsome face, and stopped at the edge of his lips when they traced to his slightly pursed lips.

Sometimes, Biezhi didn't wish her eyesight and hearing were so good.

For example, now.

Even though her mind was not as sharp as usual, she could still clearly see the man's slightly rolling throat bone from the corner of her eyes, and even the slightest sound was unusually clear and seductive.

It is said that alcohol makes cowards brave, but Biezhi felt that was not quite right. To be precise, alcohol makes lust bold.

Especially for someone like her who has lustful thoughts but not the courage.

She brushed her fingertips across Ji Ran's lips, and a familiar voice sounded in her ears, tempting her bit by bit, telling her that the thin lips of the man in front of her were very kissable.

Fu Huaiqing lowered his eyelids, and his calm eyes swept across the girl's eager expression. She raised her eyes and stared directly at the lower half of his face. He suddenly understood what she wanted to do.

When the girl stood on tiptoe and moved half an inch up again, the man raised his big hand and blocked her whole face steadily.

Bie Zhi blinked when his eyes suddenly went dark.

Was she rejected?

Bie Zhi lifted the man's big hand and stared at him: "No?"

Fu Huaiqing's sword eyebrows moved imperceptibly, and he calmly made a drinking gesture, indicating that she was drunk. Bie Zhi

, who was indeed a little intoxicated, took a long time to understand what he meant by the gesture. She shook her head seriously, pinched her fingers slightly, and tapped the corner of his lips: "Can't you kiss me for a while?"

The secret guards hiding in the dark night twitched their lips.

Was their prince being flirted with?

Cheng Jin, who had just returned to Beijing, felt that he seemed to have missed a lot of things in the three months he was away from Beijing. He patted Jiang Yue's shoulder, glanced at the entangled figures on the path, and asked silently with his eyes wide open.

Jiang Yue shook his head. He was not sure about the situation.

Bie Zhi had been with the prince for two years. Apart from the many offensive words, this was the first time he saw her touching him. Could it be that she had been away for too long and was alone for more than a month, and felt that life was a rare opportunity and she should not restrain her true feelings?

Jiang Yue didn't know if Biezhi truly meant it, but he knew that if she did, he would go tonight to see which prison in Jingzhao Prefecture had vacant cells, then have them cleaned up and ready for new guests.

Fu Huaiqing's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his grasped wrist, but Biezhi, noticing his movements, immediately pushed it down. He exerted a little force, but couldn't break free from her grip.

But Biezhi didn't mean to force her. Besides, she had her own pride. Once, twice, but not a third time. After being rejected twice, she had given up. She let go of her hand and sighed dejectedly, "Alright, alright. I'll find another man willing to kiss me."

Hearing this, Fu Huaiqing frowned.

She wanted to find another man to kiss her?

In an instant, Fu Huaiqing's face turned darker than the night itself. Harassing him was already unbearable, so was she going to abuse someone else?

He tightened his grip on the woman's wrist, seemingly delicate but with a strong pulse, and walked forward without a word.

Biezhi was not paying attention and was pulled by him, stumbling for a few steps before she could steady her pace. She looked at him suspiciously for a while, but could not figure out what was going on.

"No way..." Biezhi's pupils spun, "Are you angry?"

No one answered her.

"Stingy guy, not cute at all," Biezhi muttered, "We didn't really kiss."

Still want to kiss?

Fu Huaiqing's palm tightened, and Biezhi cried out in pain.

Drunk people have slow thoughts and sensitive senses.

Fu Huaiqing frowned, and his palm relaxed a little. He took a deep breath, and his sharp eyes pierced through the darkness and fell directly on Jiang Yue and Cheng Jin in the dark.

The two stood up straight in an instant.

The further they walked back, the more drunk they felt.

What's more, Biezhi had been out for a long time and seldom slept. A pot of wine was enough to make her drunk and sleepy. However, she still remembered the instructions of the shopkeeper Wang to send Jiran back to the shop as soon as possible.

For a moment, she patted the side of her face, trying to wake herself. The moment the palm of her hand rested on her cheek, she blacked out again and passed out.

In the quiet bamboo forest, the scene of their own prince holding Biezhi's daughter in one hand replayed itself. Having witnessed Biezhi's flirting with their master, the secret guards no longer hesitated. They quickly stepped forward to take the woman from their master's arms, carrying her neatly and disappearing into the bamboo forest.

Jiang Yue and Cheng Jin stepped forward and followed their master out.

Fu Huaiqing averted his gaze. "Where is Ling Feng?"

"With Miss Qin at Jingxi Pavilion," Jiang Yue replied. Glancing at his master's expression, he asked, "Are you going over?"

"Send someone to tell Ling Feng that Biezhi will handle this task." Fu Huaiqing accepted the booklet handed to him by the secret guard. "Give her an identity and arrange for her to be with Xu Wenche."

Jiang Yue accepted the order. After a moment's silence, he tentatively asked, "Do you want to arrange for someone else to accompany Miss Biezhi?"

The moment he finished speaking, Fu Huaiqing glanced over, his voice cold and indifferent.

His cold, icy gaze made one feel as if one were in a cold cellar. Jiang Yue realized he had spoken too much and knelt, saying, "Master, please punish me for speaking too much."

Fu Huaiqing glanced at him and said, "If she needs protection, she doesn't need to stay in Xianyun Tower."

Xianyun Tower doesn't support idlers.

Cheng Jin heard the hidden meaning in his master's words. "If anyone else helps..."

"According to the sect's rules," Fu Huaiqing said coldly.

Cheng Jin bowed and sent someone down to pass the message to Qingshan.

Seeing his master showed no sign of reprimand, Jiang Yue rose and followed, adding, "I can't speak for the others, but if anything happens to Biezhi, Jingqing will undoubtedly disregard the sect's rules and take action."

Hearing this, Fu Huaiqing slowed his pace.

A flicker of sharpness flashed across his expression, and he said thoughtfully, "Have someone keep a close eye on him and proceed according to the plan."

Jiang Yue agreed, his mind shrouded in thought.

If he wanted to lure the snake out of its hole, he would have to use Biezhi as bait. But if he went too far, it would be difficult to withdraw. He suddenly felt a dilemma.

But now was not the time to dwell on this. Jiang Yue had other matters to report. After repeating what Biezhi had just interrupted him, he added, "Master Qin probably thinks Miss Biezhi is another assassin out to kill him, so he's seeking Xianyunlou's help."

"He knows Xianyunlou is secretly helping him," Fu Huaiqing said calmly.

Now he simply wants to know who is doing this.

"Huh?" Jiang Yue was stunned.

This seems to be different from the news they heard.

Fu Huaiqing heard the girl's regretful voice in his ears. He was still thinking about writing a diary. He

laughed coldly: "Tell him, no answer."