The young master who wears the book, please have mercy [Story of Yanxi Palace]

After a good night's sleep, the next day Erqing was woken up by the dowry maid, Mei'er, to make up.

Er Qing yawned, and was startled when she saw Mei'er in front of her, then subconsciously glanced at the ground.

Fu Heng didn't know where he went, but fortunately he cleaned up the quilts on the floor in advance, otherwise Mei'er would have to worry about how to explain when she saw her.

Erqing relaxed her mind and followed her eyebrows to freshen up, suddenly remembering what Xi Niang told her yesterday.

"The bride should remember that before the bridal chamber, she should put the handkerchief on the bed. It is called the red handkerchief when it is stained with the woman's blood. The maid next to the wife will come to collect it the next morning."

Erqing glanced at the neatly folded handkerchief on the head of the bed rather complicatedly, raised her fingers and struggled for a while, but still couldn't bear to do it.

She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you know where the young master has gone?"

"Master will practice martial arts every morning, probably in the garden." Mei'er replied softly.

Meier helped Erqing to the garden to look for Fu Heng, and in the distance, she saw a tall figure practicing sword under a tree.

His sword light was like white practice, and his moves were clean and neat. It was late autumn, and a gust of wind blew reddish leaves down, as if they were dancing for him. It was really beautiful.

Erqing stood in the garden for a while before Fu Heng noticed her.

Today she has returned to her usual light makeup appearance, her face is as gentle as water, her eyes are light and graceful, and she is dressed in bright red, but she is not overwhelmed by this gorgeous color.

Fu Heng immediately put away his sword, walked up to her and said with a smile, "You're awake, can you have breakfast?"

"Not yet." Er Qing gently pushed the fallen leaves off his shoulders, and replied softly.

Immediately noticing the thick sweat on his forehead, she reached out and took out a silk scarf from her cuff and handed it over, intending to let him wipe it off by himself.

But he found that Mei'er was staring at him all the time.

Er Qing froze, she didn't know whether it was a guilty conscience or something, and instantly turned the silk scarf in her hand, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Mei'er laughed, and praised joyfully: "Master and Madam are really loving."

Erqing smiled perfunctorily towards her eyebrows with a guilty conscience.

Fu Heng was stunned for a moment and then was in a daze for a while. He and Er Qing really looked like an ordinary loving couple.

When he came back to his senses, Er Qing had already put the handkerchief back casually.

"It just so happens that neither do I, let's go together." Fu Heng said softly.

"Okay." Erqing replied with a smile, and then remembered the purpose of looking for him.

He was so busy that his smile faltered, "Fu Heng wait, I have something else to do."

Seeing Erqing's face as if facing a formidable enemy, Fu Heng couldn't help but lift up his heart, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Erqing glanced at Meier who was staring at the side, leaned forward and whispered in his ear anxiously: "Luohong handkerchief...someone will come to collect Luohong handkerchief later, if I can't hand over that stuff , what have I become!"

She got very close, and the warm and sweet breath was on the side of her cheek, and Fu Heng couldn't help but blush slightly.

Erqing glanced at him strangely, and she would be so shy even with a red handkerchief. Could it be that men in ancient times were so conservative?

This look of brows is another feeling in her heart, and she is so happy that she will send a letter back to Madam to reassure her.

Miss and uncle are really loving, even outside they are so sweet.

"It's really an urgent matter, and we'll have breakfast after we've settled it."

After Fu Heng finished speaking, he looked at Mei'er at the side, intentionally pushed her away and said, "Mei'er, go to the small kitchen to see if the breakfast is ready."

The two walked to the new house together, and saw Yue Jin, the lady's maid, waiting at the door.

Seeing Fu Heng and Er Qing, Yue Jin hurriedly stepped forward with a happy face, "The young master and the young madam are very happy, it must be that the young madam is going to practice sword with the young master."

Fu Heng nodded slightly, although he guessed her reason for coming, he still asked, "Yuejin, why are you here...?"

Yuejin pursed her lips and smiled and glanced at Erqing who was beside her, "This servant is here to marry the Young Madam's Luohong handkerchief."

Sure enough, Er Qing hurriedly grabbed Fu Heng's hand and pulled him into the room, then said to Yue Jin, "Yue Jin, you wait here, I'll go back and look for it first."

Touching Erqing's soft and delicate skin, Fu Heng blushed suddenly, and was about to blurt out such an inappropriate sentence.

But suddenly thinking of her current status, she swallowed it again.

Erqing brought the white handkerchief on the bed, and when she looked up, she saw Fu Heng who was blushing.

She blinked, "Fu Heng, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Fu Heng hurriedly turned his eyes away from her calm face, and landed on the veil.

Er Qing didn't bother to study it carefully, she glanced at Yue Jin's figure outside, and hurriedly smiled flatteringly and said, "I'm afraid of pain, Fu Heng, you're a man who feels wronged and cut you off."

Seeing her like this, Fu Heng couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Fu Hengguang smiling but not answering, Erqing glanced at him cautiously, "You don't want to be afraid of pain, do you?... If it doesn't work, we guess Ding Ke decides who will cut the knife?"

Fu Heng's smile deepened, and Er Qing's delicate eyebrows twitched, "Fucha Fu Heng, what do you mean! You want to make people laugh if I can't hand over the red handkerchief."

"Don't you think it's enough to have blood on this red handkerchief?" Seeing that Er Qing was a little angry, Fu Heng finally laughed enough, and asked with slightly raised eyebrows.

Er Qing's hand holding the red handkerchief froze instantly, "...Isn't it?"

kindness? ! ! ...But isn't that how TV shows are played?

Ah, the current TV series...is simply...misleading! ! !

"You're still a girl in the boudoir, of course I don't know." Fu Heng's eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.

Er Qing lowered her hands, puffed her cheeks and said suspiciously: "Then how did you know?"

"This..." Fu Heng thought about when his elder brother got married, the two accidentally dropped the handkerchief on the ground, and finally had no choice but to pick up a piece of bed sheet and hand it over.

Wouldn't it be good to cut off your fingers?That's what he asked at the time.

The elder brother also looked like he couldn't help laughing. He only got the answer after asking all kinds of questions, which really made him ashamed for a long time.

Fu Heng blushed slightly, intending to hesitate and perfunctory.

Erqing suddenly realized, "Oh, I see!"

Fu Heng glanced at her inexplicably.

... how did she know.

A cunning flashed in Er Qing's eyes, "You..."

"...Did you go to the brothel behind your back?"

The author has something to say: I love the shy young master~~