After the divorce, the princess was forced to raise a sickly villain

Teach him something else?

Fu Cang's heart moved slightly. He was willing to learn no matter what he was taught. As long as it was taught by his master himself, he could do it.

But Chu Qinghuang didn't say what he was teaching, and Fucang didn't dare to ask.

It's too late, it will be dawn in a while.

Jinlan and Mingyue brought meals over, respectfully invited the master to have a meal, and said: "Although business is more important, the master should still pay attention to rest, eating and sleeping regularly, otherwise it will be bad for the body."

The master is only fifteen years old and cannot stay up late often.

Chu Qinghuang didn't say anything.

She will not care about words of sincere concern, whether from relatives or servants, as long as they are not excessive and out of line.

Jinlan also knew what was appropriate and did not dare to talk too much. She quickly left after setting out the meal with the maid.

Chu Qinghuang got up and went to eat, and Fu Cang sat next to her.

It's dark outside, which is when most people are sleeping soundly, but there should be quite a few people who can't sleep tonight.

"I don't need to do anything about tomorrow. The imperial guards will report everything that happened in the barracks to the emperor. Those who deserve it will be ransacked, and those who deserve to be jailed will be jailed." Chu Qinghuang said calmly, "I will go to bed tomorrow. Get up again at noon."

Fucang narrowed his eyes slightly: "Yes."

Chu Qinghuang glanced at him, said nothing, and concentrated on eating.

She doesn't pay much attention to ostentation when eating, and she doesn't like to be served. She eats whatever she wants, casually.

During this time, Fucang had completely accepted his master's change in temperament, and had adapted to all the changes in his master's preferences subtly. So at this time, it seemed that silence was louder than sound, and the two of them ate quietly, what? Didn't say anything.

After the meal, they moved to the inner room. Chu Qinghuang ordered Cang Zi to wash and bathe, while she sat alone in front of the window, holding a cup of tea in her hand, quietly looking out the window at the deep night.

Hourglass sound.

Time passes quickly.

Tonight will be a sleepless night for many people, and tomorrow morning will be the beginning of the reckoning, and there may be another explosion in the court.

Chu Qinghuang closed her eyes and took a sip of tea, secretly thinking that Lu Jun should be asked to close the gate of the princess mansion tomorrow to prevent anyone from disturbing her.

"Master." Fucang appeared in the inner room silently. He had obviously finished washing, "You can go to bed."

Chu Qinghuang turned around and paused slightly.

The young man who had just finished bathing was wearing a white undershirt, with a slender figure and jet black hair hanging down, still exuding a bit of moisture after just taking a bath.

Under the light, an already outstanding face looked even more handsome and pure, with a clean and elegant face that was not stained by dust.

Chu Qinghuang looked at it quietly for a while and raised his eyebrows casually: "Trying a beauty trick on me?"

Fucang raised his eyes silently: "This subordinate is a shadow guard." He is not a handsome man.

"Well, his identity is indeed a shadow guard." Chu Qinghuang nodded, "But his appearance is not bad, enough to compete with those in the backyard."

Fu Cang pursed his lips, wondering whether he was happy or unhappy to be compared to the people in the backyard by his master.

Chu Qinghuang stood up and walked to the bed. He helped Cang step forward and help her take off her outer robe. She didn't know what was wrong in her mind, but she actually said in a strange way: "Master, if you want me to serve as a servant, I am also willing to do so." ”

Chu Qinghuang lay down half on the bedside and said calmly: "Competing for favor with them?"

Fucang thought for a while: "They should not be able to compete with their subordinates."

"Why?"

"Because my subordinates are shadow guards and cannot leave their master's side." Fucang said honestly, "My subordinates' martial arts are still relatively high. They can't defeat them."

Chu Qinghuang's expression was subtle: "Do you rely on force to win favor?"

Fucang fell silent for a moment.

"If I want to transfer you, isn't it just a matter of one sentence?" Chu Qinghuang said in a calm tone, "So the two points you mentioned are not an advantage when it comes to competing for favor."

Fucang pursed his lips: "This subordinate will be very obedient."

He would do what his master told him to do, even if he was told to go up mountains of swords and into seas of fire. When asked to kneel as a punishment, he would kneel quietly and would never chatter like those few people when he was being punished to kneel.

When his master asked him to sleep with him, he would clean himself and warm his master's bed obediently, without even a word of resistance.

Those people in the backyard were always being obedient and noisy, and no one was peaceful. He was definitely not like them.

Fucang racked his brains and thought, feeling that those people in the backyard were really worthless.

Chu Qinghuang listened to him racking his brains silently, his eyes becoming more and more subtle. In the end, he couldn't bear to see him searching for the differences between himself and the servant in the backyard, so he said calmly: "Go to sleep."

"yes."

Fu Cang lay down in his own place and covered himself with a small blanket. He was so quiet and well-behaved that he didn't look like a shadow guard.

In the extreme silence, Chu Qinghuang suddenly remembered something.

"Fu Cang."

Fucang was about to stand up when he heard Chu Qinghuang say: "Just lie down and talk."

"Yes." Fu Cang lay back silently, "My subordinate is here."

"Do you know if there are any animals... or birds, etc., that can speak human language?" Chu Qinghuang thought of the "milk sound" that he had not heard recently, and was not sure whether it was a demon spirit or an animal language, "Here Is there anyone who is good at taming animals?”

Fu Cang thought hard and quickly replied: "I don't know very well."

Chu Qinghuang hummed, "Just forget it if you don't know. We'll talk about it later."

"yes."

Fu Cang took note of this in his heart. The master had asked him this question before, it seemed that it was after he met Concubine Duan in Ganquan Palace...

The master could hear sounds that he couldn't hear?

Chu Qinghuang's eyes fell on his face, thinking that she knew many things that he didn't know, so what was the point of hearing sounds?