Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Ah Fu is a servant boy of the Zhi family. He has a handsome face and exudes cleverness. He always smiles when talking to people. He has a pair of deft hands that can create beautiful things. He is very popular among the maids in the family.

Seeing that he was nimble and sensible in his work, the manager assigned him to Zhi Jinhuan's courtyard.

Even if something terrible happened, Ah Fu would not get anxious or shout at the top of his lungs. His beautiful eyes were always smiling with a bit of gentleness.

If someone really annoyed him, Ah Fu's face would be covered with a thin layer of powder, and he would sulk alone. Once someone talked to him, he would forget about the matter.

Just on that day.

"Jinhua, damn him, he actually touched your hand."

The man narrowed his eyes and threw the girl to the ground fiercely, with a chill in his voice: "The more you care about this person, the more he deserves to die. He is just a lowly servant, how can he be worthy of you doing this."

That was the last time Qiuqiu and Zhi Jinhuan saw Ah Fu. He was lying on the cold ground covered in blood. The two of them held him in their arms, and the blood on his body could not be wiped away.

"It's okay." He said with difficulty: "I, I don't think I can help you pick up the kite anymore."

Those smiling eyes never opened again, never looked at them again, and never called them "Miss" or "Qiuqiu" again. They could only feel his body gradually cooling down.

Several people were talking in the room when they heard a commotion outside.

"Mr. Nan is here."

I saw Nan Yusheng holding an umbrella, painting a cluster of decadent pear blossoms. Now the white snow fell one after another, just like the pear blossoms bloomed again overnight. Occasionally, some broken snow escaped the umbrella and fell on the ends of his hair and his clothes, staining them. For a moment, I didn't know whether to look at the snow or the person.

His robe fluttered in the wind, his hair flew up, and he smiled gently. He closed the umbrella with his slender white fingers and shook it gently, as if it was snowing again.

"The teacher has taken a break."

"Not yet. The young lady and the regent just arrived."

Nan Yusheng was slightly stunned and handed the umbrella in his hand to the servant.

The sound of falling snow could be heard, and even the cold wind became a little gentler. The cold moonlight poured all over his feet. Nan Yusheng lifted his foot and stepped on the stone steps.

When he entered the house, his eyes fell on Chang Qing for only a second, then he shifted his gaze slightly and bowed to Ye Fuheng and Zhifu.

Nan Yusheng looked at the wound on Ye Fuheng's forehead calmly, thinking for a moment in his heart. He didn't hear any signs of trouble, so how could the Regent have a head injury and disfigurement?

Ye Fuheng's sharp eyes raised slightly, and he nodded lightly in response to Nan Yusheng's greeting. He was not a stranger to Nan Yusheng, and was even quite familiar with him.

But the two have completely different personalities.

He prefers power and likes to have everything in his own hands. If he wants something, he will do whatever it takes to get it. But this man is completely the opposite. He actually wants to be alone in the filthy world of fame and fortune full of conspiracies and intrigues, and finally becomes a lone minister.

Seeing that he was covered in snow, Zhi's father came over alone, asked someone to bring a heater, and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"You are now an official appointed by the court after all. It is especially cold and dewy, so you should come in a carriage to avoid catching a cold."

Nan Yusheng looked at the steam rising from the teacup, stroking it with his slender white fingers, and chuckled, "This is not far from where I live, just a few steps away. I heard that the teacher had caught a cold, so I came to visit him and I have something important to discuss with him."

His eyes were unfocused, wandering around somewhere else, or on the teacup. He didn't dare lift his head to look at his lover, for fear that he would not be able to suppress his inner feelings.

When she broke off the engagement, she just said that she had found another lover. Nan Yusheng didn't believe this reason. If she really had someone she loved, why did she look so lonely and yet pretend to be happy? It made people feel distressed.

Nan Yusheng was drinking tea, and he felt a bitter taste in his mouth spreading into his lungs.

But what could he do? His sister cried and begged him to let go.

No matter how talented and ambitious he was, he won the three top prizes and was paraded through the streets with thousands of people. The mountains and seas of handkerchiefs and sachets almost drowned him.

It is just like the saying goes, "The spring breeze is blowing and the horse's hooves are galloping. I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day."

But there are people he can't protect!

The candlelight was dim, and outside the snow was falling. Nan Yu had only been an adult for two years, and there was a dead grayness in his eyes. The flickering candlelight was gradually burning out in his eyes, as if he was already an old man.

Yan Bo cooked some cold-relieving medicine and asked the maid to bring it up. After Chang Qing took a sip, she felt her body warming up. She then listened to Nan Yusheng talking about opening a girls' school.

Zhi's father frowned slightly. He did not approve of Nan Yusheng gambling with his future. However, this student was very stubborn and would hardly change his mind once he made up his mind. He could only sigh softly.

This child is too stubborn.

The Zhi family is a scholarly family with a large collection of books. Almost all the lost and treasured secret histories of the previous dynasties can be found here, and the children of the Zhi family are almost all famous sages. Until the generation of Zhi's father, there were only a few descendants, and there was only a delicate child, Zhi Jinhuan.

How could the father not understand what was in his daughter's mind? He also felt a little sorry that her talent had no place to be fully utilized. Now that she was married, the father could not bear to see Nan Yusheng like this.

"I can only help by talking to you. As for whether others will give me this face, it's hard to say."

Nan Yusheng stood up and bowed gently, his gentle eyes sparkling with light: "The student would like to thank the teacher here."

"I'm afraid this move will be attacked by the crowd. Besides, married women are in charge of the household and keep their husband's backyard in good order. Unmarried women who can afford to go to school basically hire people to teach them in the backyard. Who would go out and show their faces in public? Where would those powerful people put their faces?"

Ye Fuheng felt that Nan Yusheng was too naive.

Women can certainly study, but if they were allowed to go to school like men and learn the same knowledge, how could those arrogant scholars agree?

Chang Qing chuckled, attracting everyone's attention. Her tone was cold and teasing: "If we talk about history books and military affairs, it would be funny if those men who look down on women find themselves inferior to them."

"In fact, we can let the daughters of noble families and ministers be the first batch of students. Some people will also come in order to integrate and make friends with the daughters of other important ministers."

Ye Fuheng's hand holding the teacup suddenly clenched, his fingers turned a little white, his eyes swept across Chang Qing and Nan Yu Sheng, the coldness he exuded was not much better than that outside.

It was Nan Yusheng who proposed to open a girls' school, and Chang Qing's approval made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Anyone can do it, except Nan Yusheng.

Chang Qing suddenly turned around and looked at him: "Ah Heng, do you think it would be better if the princess took the lead?"

This sudden question made Ye Fuheng unable to react for a moment. Looking at her smiling face as bright as the breeze and the moon, with her eyes full of himself, he unknowingly agreed to her idea of ​​letting the princess take the lead in going to school.