bookcurios Chapter 157 Amulet
Chapter 157 Amulet
Zhao Fangyu didn't know where this came from, and the next moment he heard Zhou Qinghe's explanation:
"Whether we are a real couple or a fake couple, I will not take the last bow with you."
"It's not that I hate you, but if that day ever comes and the backup plan I prepared for you fails, my virginity can still save your life."
Zhou Qinghe held Zhao Fangyu's hand, his eyes sparkling, his tone indescribably sincere: "The road ahead is uncertain, you don't have to share the storm with me."
He was a being like mud, destined to die a miserable death. It was a blessing from heaven that he met Zhao Fangyu before his death.
He did not expect Zhao Fangyu to accompany him to the ends of the earth. After all, the two of them had only met a few times. They were not childhood sweethearts, and they would not grow old together.
It all started with just a casual gesture from her father, which was an unprovoked disaster for her.
"You and I were originally married by our father, a marriage that fell from the sky. From now on, you don't have to act affectionate with me when we are outside."
"Wait a few days, and then let others know that I am after your dowry... Don't worry about my reputation, just clear yourself out first, so as not to give people a reason to talk."
"If that day comes and you fail to make a good plan, you will follow Xuanbi to the clan residence. With them around, even he can't touch you."
The third prince behaves in the same way as the emperor, and likes to appear to be brilliant in everything he does.
Zhou Qinghe knew that the Ministry of Rites could not control the Third Prince, but the House of Clan Relations was different from the Ministry of Rites. Most of the people in the House of Clan Relations were of royal origin. To be honest, they were all headed by the elders of the princes and grandchildren of the emperor.
They were responsible for many affairs of the entire Zhou royal family. They interfered in matters that the Ministry of Rites could not intervene in. When they got angry, they directly used their status as elders to suppress others. The young emperor really could not control them.
After all, if you look at Yudie, you have to call them uncles.
It was true that he liked Zhao Fangyu, but he could not guarantee that he could seize the position of crown prince with the emperor's favoritism.
As long as the world is not in chaos, he will have no chance. Even if the third prince dies, such a good thing will not happen to him.
The worst and most likely outcome is that the third prince ascends the throne and he dies without a complete body. At that time, it will be useless even if Zhao Fangyu escapes to Longxi.
But if she is still a virgin and sends him a letter of divorce, the day he dies will also be the day she will be free.
The clan family will act as guarantor and send her to Longxi, so she can live a stable life for the rest of her life.
Zhou Qinghe took a box from the Duobao Pavilion from Zhao Fangyu, and there was a letter in the box.
"You must keep this thing. If you and I are safe in the future, it won't be too late to be husband and wife again."
"If something unexpected happens, it can also serve as a talisman for you."
Zhao Fangyu quietly looked at the divorce papers Zhou Qinghe handed over. Everything was already written on it, clearing her out completely with every detail.
This obviously was not achieved overnight, which meant that Zhou Qinghe had already planned this, and that he was not optimistic about himself in the fight for the throne.
All he did was think about how to make her escape unscathed after his defeat, rather than how to use her and Longxi to maximize his chances of winning.
Zhao Fangyu's eyes swept across the divorce letter, then looked at Zhou Qinghe and found a moment of melancholy in his eyes.
While Zhao Fangyu felt sorry for him, he was more grateful.
Fortunately, she was not mistaken. Zhou Qinghe was indeed a person who was much more trustworthy than the Third Prince.
Zhao Fangyu did not hesitate and immediately took the divorce letter and put it in her dressing box.
Her makeup box was extremely large, with multiple layers and countless secret compartments inside and outside. Zhou Qinghe watched her use it with his own eyes before he knew where she hid this thing.
Turning around, Zhao Fangyu also bowed to Zhou Qinghe sincerely: "Thank you, husband."
Although they would not have a bridal chamber, they had everything they needed, so Zhao Fangyu felt relieved when she called him "husband".
To her, calling him husband was no different from calling him a comrade-in-arms.
But it made Zhou Qinghe, who was sitting in front of the bed, blush.
The air was filled with anxiety. Zhao Fangyu called Suer to help him remove the crown bit by bit.
Zhou Qinghe asked someone to light the lamp and sat on the bed to read.
The words on the white paper are small and densely packed. I usually like to read them the most, but now I can't read a single word.
The soybean-sized words seemed to come alive in an instant and turned into countless tadpoles, circling around Zhou Qinghe. His eyes were dazed.
The room was furnished with Zhao Fangyu's dowry, a six-fold sandalwood screen. Inside, Zhou Qinghe built a bathtub with two bells hung on the left and right. When the golden bell on the left rang, hot water came out of the bamboo tube. When the silver bell on the right rang, cold water came out of the bamboo tube. There was also a hole under the pool. No one knew how it was designed, but Zhao Fangyu guessed that it was probably used to drain water.
It’s more convenient than taking a shower at home.
The main courtyard was built large, and the bedroom was also very large. Zhao Fangyu was washing up at one end, and Zhou Qinghe could only hear the faint sound of water.
I couldn't read a single word, but the sound of water was pleasing to my ears.
My mind is full of things I shouldn't be thinking about.
I reached out to pour a cup of herbal tea for a change, but ended up pouring out a pot of sake...
Zhou Qinghe: “…”
Zhao Fangyu washed up quite quickly. After all, he only served two masters in such a huge palace, so it was quite leisurely.
Su Re wiped her hair, with a charcoal stove nearby. Chun Shao applied facial medicine, homemade essential oils, and some skin care products sent by the lady.
These were used since childhood, Zhao Fangyu was used to them. But in Zhou Qinghe's eyes, they were rare.
Seeing Zhou Qinghe's curious look, Zhao Fangyu couldn't help but put some powder on his fingertips, called Zhou Qinghe over, and applied it on him.
Zhou Qinghe wanted to hide, but Zhao Fangyu stretched out his other hand and grabbed his sleeve: "This is facial medicine. It's cold in winter, and your face will easily crack and peel. If you don't take care of it, even the most beautiful face will be wasted."
Zhao Fangyu had just finished washing up, and an indescribable fragrance emanated from her body, making Zhou Qinghe dizzy. When he came to his senses, he heard these words.
As if his brain was blocked by this indescribable fragrance, Zhou Qinghe felt that his whole body was light and fluttery today. He hesitantly glanced at the little bit of flour medicine on Zhao Fangyu's pink fingertips.
"Men... also need maintenance?"
He had never heard such an argument.
Zhao Fangyu nodded. As far as she knew, the emperor used facial medicine to protect his skin every day.
"Give it a try. It won't get out. After all, good-looking people can be pleasing to the eye even if they don't know anything."
There are only two people at home, and she wants to make things easier for her eyes.
There’s no telling when this day will end. If Zhou Qinghe’s looks collapse halfway, who can she cry to?
There are many cases in the royal family where handsome young men turn into haggard, greasy and fat uncles after just half a year.
Zhao Fangyu tried to instill in Zhou Qinghe the idea that women dress up to please themselves, and vice versa for men.
Without waiting for Zhou Qinghe to say anything, Zhao Fangyu smeared the facial medicine on both sides of Zhou Qinghe's cheeks with his fingertips and taught him to spread it evenly.
Zhou Qinghe did as he was told.
There's nothing wrong with it except that the method is like pickling fish in the kitchen.
After Suer and the others left, all the fruits, gold beads and other things that had been scattered on the wedding bed when the curtains were spread were taken away, and the bed was replaced with soft bedding.
The bed in the main courtyard is built big, so there is no situation where two people sleep on the bed while the other sleeps on the floor.
Use pillows to create a boundary between the two quilts.
Zhao Fangyu was a good sleeper, but the situation was different now. There was a living, breathing person next to his pillow, and he was still a little uncomfortable with it.
"Go to bed early, you have to go to the palace tomorrow."