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Fucang glanced at her silently, then lowered his head: "I don't dare."

"But you really don't look happy."

"Subordinate..." Fucang's voice was respectful and dull, "I feel that I am incompetent."

inability?

Chu Qinghuang raised his eyebrows: "Why are you incompetent?"

Fu Cang lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

Before going to the military camp, she said, "You are enough," and he thought that she was the master's backing.

But after entering the military camp, he didn't even have a chance to take action. It was his master who shot the two top generals, and it was his master who rectified the troops. He kicked out the generals who did not do anything, and disrupted the reorganization training of the soldiers in each battalion. The master does everything himself.

Chu Xuanyi and the Royal Guards who arrived later were waiting for orders throughout the whole process, but he, as a personal bodyguard, only played a role of waiting for orders.

"Today, I have to take over the Silver Armored Army personally. If anyone else does it for me, the effect will be compromised." Chu Qinghuang said lightly, "If you don't use extraordinary means, you want to make one hundred thousand soldiers obey orders in a short period of time. Easy to do.”

Fu Cang lowered his head: "My master is wise."

"What I want is not only the Silver Armor Soldier Talisman, but also their real obedience, whether this obedience is out of fear or admiration." Chu Qinghuang looked at him, "So I can only do it myself. you understand?"

Fucang became more and more respectful: "Yes."

But he still felt incompetent and like a useless waste.

Chu Qinghuang raised her hand and rubbed the center of her eyebrows, and said in a rather helpless tone: "I'm tired, please come and massage me."

Fucang raised his eyes for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Yes."

He walked over and pressed his master carefully, with just the right amount of force.

"I have completely taken over the military power. If there is anything I am too lazy to do in the future, I will leave it all to you." Chu Qinghuang said, adding casually, "Leave it to you, I can rest assured."

Fucang listened silently, and the curve of the corners of his mouth finally relaxed a little, and his brows were soft: "Yes."

"After a period of time when the military camp settles down, I would like you to enter the military camp." Chu Qinghuang considered, "But if you enter the military camp, you probably won't be able to stay with me all day."

The corners of Fucang's lips pursed again: "This subordinate is a shadow guard and cannot leave the sight of the master."

Chu Qinghuang was silent.

"Qi Ling is the son of King Zhenbei. He grew up in a military camp. He is well versed in both civil and military skills. He is familiar with the art of war. He was jealous of his elder brother because of his outstanding abilities, so..." Fucang said in a respectful voice, "If the master needs a general, you can Let Qi Ling be the general of the left."

Chu Qinghuang's voice was light and there was no hint of emotion or anger: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Fu Cang's expression changed slightly, and he immediately knelt down: "I don't dare."

Chu Qinghuang looked at him expressionlessly.

"If a subordinate goes too far, please be punished by the master."

Chu Qinghuang didn't say anything, just looked at him without saying a word. Fu Cang's head drooped lower and lower. He was obviously a young man with slender limbs and a strong body, but now he looked like a frustrated little beast. Exuding a low and humble atmosphere.

"Let Qi Ling come over at noon tomorrow." Chu Qinghuang finally said, "I want to talk to him."

Fucang's voice was silent: "Yes."

"If he really has the qualities of a general, I would be willing to let him join the Silver Armored Army and take charge of the military power for me." Chu Qinghuang said, "You have done a good job in recommending people, and I seem to reward you."

Fucang was stunned: "..."

"What reward do you want?"

Fucang was silent for a long time before speaking in a low voice: "I don't want rewards, this subordinate."

Chu Qinghuang raised her hand and lifted his chin: "You really don't want it?"

Fucang raised his eyes slightly, looked at his master who was close at hand, and was silent for a moment: "I want to play chess with my master."

Chu Qinghuang's expression paused: "Your chess skills are really terrible."

"My subordinates can learn." Fucang looked ashamed, probably realizing that he was not qualified, "My subordinates will definitely study hard."

"You're going to get beaten."

"My subordinate is not afraid of pain."

Chu Qinghuang thought for a while: "Your talent in learning chess pieces is really not good enough. I will teach you something else."