Quick Wear: The Abusive Heroine Loves Her Loyal Male Supporting Character

Feng Qingzhi kissed his scar.

Realizing this, Jiu Yuan straightened his back and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, why are you so desperate... I am just a humble person who survived by chance. It is a great blessing for Your Highness to find me useful..."

Feng Qingzhi said nothing, but used her lips to soothe the new flesh on her back, expressing her guilt again and again.

Jiu Yuan endured it silently, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy and disordered.

Feng Qingzhi whispered, "A Yuan, let me spend the rest of my life..."

Before Jiuyuan could hear the second half of the sentence clearly, the sound of silver bells rang out, ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling.

Feng Qingzhi thought that he could control the overall situation by changing his approach, but he didn't expect that he was still no match for someone's growth.

The cat's paw was about to retreat, but was captured by the lone wolf's big hand without any resistance.

"Your subordinate... is guilty of death!"

The crisp ringing sound was as fast and dense as a sudden rain...

The next morning, Feng Qingzhi opened her eyes, raised her arm, and found that it was still shaking.

Turning around, Jiuyuan had been kneeling on the ground for who knows how long.

Yes, Jiu Yuan took her with him last night... He was very strong and torturous. He really tired her out, but she didn't hate it. Instead, she was very happy.

"come over."

Jiuyuan hesitated for a moment and walked over.

Feng Qingzhi raised his hand, Jiuyuan closed his eyes waiting for the slap to fall, but his neck was grabbed instead.

"Kneel down for disobeying orders. I will punish you by making you sleep with me for a nap!" Feng Qingzhi said without further ado.

Jiuyuan used the force to get onto the bed.

Feng Qingzhi curled her lips, "That's good."

She buried her head in his arms and murmured sweetly, "Mm... A Yuan, hug me tightly."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep contentedly.

Jiuyuan stared at her beautiful face. Beneath her calm appearance, the beast in her heart awakened.

Maybe, next time he goes a little further, His Highness won't be angry...

Feng Qingzhi slept until noon, and Jiuyuan also took a light nap. When Feng Qingzhi was about to get up, he consciously helped her wash up.

He still had a humble and submissive look, but Feng Qingzhi could sense that he was different.

Without the fear and shyness of the past, all the movements were natural and familiar, and he even took the initiative to ask if I needed an arm massage.

Thinking back, she didn't ask for punishment this morning, and he didn't mention it either, and he didn't refuse when he held her to sleep...

Finally some progress.

Feng Qingzhi was happy, so he reached out and said lazily, "It really needs to be pressed. Whoever committed the crime should be held responsible."

Jiu Yuan lowered his eyes, "Yes, I will take responsibility."

Tsk, it’s indeed different from before.

Feng Qingzhi enjoyed his service with satisfaction, but she knew that Jiuyuan could do much more than that.

"Your kung fu is the best in Shuying Pavilion. Can you defeat Pavilion Master Mo Huai?"

Jiu Yuan pinched her neck and thought for a moment, "I have never intended to kill Master."

What I mean is that if a fight really broke out, no one would kill.

Feng Qingzhi asked him, "Then, if you were asked to go all out and compete with Mo Huai, would you be able to show no mercy?"

According to the rules of Shuying Pavilion, the first secret guard can challenge the pavilion master. If successful, he can become the new pavilion master and command all the secret guards.

Jiu Yuan was silent for a while before he said, "If Your Highness wants to take charge of Shuying Pavilion, I can ask Master to give up the position, but I don't want to embarrass Master in public."

Feng Qingzhi raised an eyebrow, "Are you on good terms with Master?"

"Nothing,"

Jiu Yuan said, "If the Master loses in a public contest, he might feel resentful, which would be disadvantageous to Your Highness."

He actually thought so deeply?

Feng Qingzhi was a little surprised and couldn't help teasing him, "You always consider me. I thought I couldn't compare to your master in your heart."

Jiu Yuan paused, tentatively resting his head gently on her shoulder, "I belong to Your Highness with both body and soul. This is what Master told me when I left Shuying Pavilion."

Feng Qingzhi turned her head to look at him and blinked in surprise, "You..."

Jiuyuan was about to stand up and apologize, but Feng Qingzhi held his chin and carefully looked at his eyebrows.

It has to be said that this face is stunning even for her, the most beautiful woman in southern Xinjiang.

If he hadn't been hiding in the dark all year round and wearing a mask, who knows how many girls would have fallen in love with him.

But at this moment, there was a hint of surprise in his obedient eyes, and his slightly trembling eyelashes showed that he was not at peace in his heart.

Like a frightened puppy.

Feng Qingzhi chuckled, slowly moved closer, and kissed him on the face with her cherry lips.

"Reward in advance, and there will be additional rewards after the work is done."

Jiuyuan froze for a moment, his usually cold eyes widened, and after a flash of brilliance, they became gentle and affectionate again.

"Yes, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

After Jiuyuan left, Feng Qingzhi came to the back hall after a long absence.

Because Jiuyuan was recuperating, she hadn't been here for a long time. She wondered if the little male favorites were well behaved.

The Hall of the Saint occupies almost a quarter of the imperial palace. In addition to the main hall, bedroom, bathing hall, there is also the back hall, garden, three attics and fifteen pavilions, all for the use of the Saint alone.

As Feng Qingzhi stepped into the back hall, a butterfly-like figure pounced on her.

"Your Highness, you are finally here. Heng'er must be missing you——"

Feng Qingzhi dodged expressionlessly and continued walking forward.

Naheng missed his target and staggered a few times, almost falling down.

"I haven't been here for a long time, and you've become more and more unruly. Have you been slacking off in your studies?"

Na Heng was not annoyed, and followed her steps with a smile, "Your Highness, please don't be so ruthless. Every time you come, you ask about homework. After all, you have been labeled as rebellious and promiscuous. If you want to do something to us, we are willing to do it!"

"Stop talking nonsense. I will test you alone later."

Feng Qingzhi walked into the hall, and more than a dozen men came forward and knelt down to pay homage.

"I've met Her Majesty the Saint!"

These people were all between eighteen and thirty years old, with regular facial features and extraordinary bearing.

There were books, paintings, chess boards and other items in the hall. Before Feng Qingzhi came, these people seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Feng Qingzhi looked at these people with mixed feelings.

In that bizarre dream, she abandoned this group of talented people she had searched for from all over the place, forgot their promise to jointly govern southern Xinjiang, and went to the Northern Zhou Dynasty for love alone...

They all cut off their own retreat and came to her with great ambitions. One can imagine how this group of people were treated after she left.

In the dream, she was almost humiliated to death. It was simply her own fault!

"Everyone, please stand up. According to the old rules, each of you should talk about your recent progress."

"Yes!"

Feng Qingzhi listened to the reports one by one and nodded with satisfaction. After arranging the next stage of tasks, she followed Na Heng to another room.

"The hunting festival is coming soon, and I need your ability to find the five-colored poisonous spider." Feng Qingzhi went straight to the point.

Na Heng is the great-grandson of a deceased elder. When he was young, he followed the elder into the palace once. Because he was still young and ignorant, he demonstrated his extraordinary divination skills, which Feng Qingzhi remembered deeply.

Later, he was plotted against by his eldest son, and his affair with Long Yang was exposed to the patriarch of the family, and he was thrown into prison.

Feng Qingzhi helped him solve the problem, on the condition that he first entered her back palace as a male concubine, and later she would grant him the position of high priest.

In her dream, she abandoned Naheng, and Naheng committed suicide on the day she left southern Xinjiang.

Being abandoned again is also despair...

But dreams are just dreams after all.

She, Feng Qingzhi, always keeps her word!