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

After saying this, Chu Qinghuang turned his eyes slightly and landed on Fucang.

Fucang pursed his lips and said, "My subordinates' clothes are uniforms issued by the Ange Shadow Guards."

His clothes are really worthless. He is wearing a thin black suit, which is convenient for movement and hiding at night. Both the Grand Instructor and the Shadow Guard wear the same color clothes. The only difference is that the Grand Instructor wears a triple collar. Fucang, the number one master, Wear a double collar, while other ordinary shadow guards wear a single collar.

"In the future, if you stay with me, you will have to go to various occasions frequently. It is not good to always wear black clothes." Chu Qinghuang said, "Let the people from the Shangyi Bureau come over later and make two sets of clothes for you. ”

"Your Highness, this is unfair." Hong Yu raised his eyes, "Why can Fucang get special privileges?"

Chu Qinghuang looked at him expressionlessly: "You want to take my place?"

ah?

Hong Yu was stunned and quickly shook his head: "I don't dare, little one."

"Shut up if you don't dare." Chu Qinghuang said, "This is my palace. Whoever I want to give privileges will have privileges. Whoever I want to die will not survive tonight."

Hong Yu shrank his neck and said weakly: "I still think His Highness should be exposed to both rain and dew..."

"Isn't Wen Zhan favored recently?" Qi Ling turned his head and looked at Mr. Wen who was kneeling next to him, "Why do I see that His Highness doesn't seem to be particularly special to you?"

Wen Zhan was silent for a moment: "Your Highness's love for me is just like a flash in the pan."

Chu Qinghuang didn't say anything and ate calmly.

"But has His Highness forgotten something?" Qi Ling raised his eyes, "His Highness said that he was going to divorce the consort a few days ago. Why hasn't he done anything yet? The consort will not return his favor, right?"

No movement yet?

Chu Qinghuang didn't pay attention to what was going on in the backyard in the past two days. Hearing this, he frowned: "No one from the Feng family came to take him back?"

"No."

Chu Qinghuang hummed, finished his breakfast without saying a word, moved to the window and drank a cup of tea, "Fu Cang, prepare your pen and ink."

Fu Cang takes orders.

Chu Qinghuang spread out a piece of rice paper on the writing desk, and just as he picked up the pen to write the word "letter of divorce", there was another sound of footsteps outside.

"Your Highness, the Prince Consort wishes to see you."

Chu Qinghuang paused slightly and said indifferently: "Let him come in."

It came just in time to save her from sending someone to deliver the divorce papers.

Feng Jinzhi walked in. He was dressed in brocade clothes and jade robes that made him look like a jade tree facing the wind. His appearance was handsome and elegant, and his face was still a little pale, but he seemed to have recovered to 50% to 60%. At least he could walk without any problem.

His eyes glanced at the four people kneeling in rows in the hall. Feng Jinzhi quickly looked at Chu Qinghuang, who was sitting in front of the pear tree desk and seemed to be writing something. His expression was cold, a little gloomy, like the sky. Dark clouds weighing down heavily.

"Chu Qinghuang." He said coldly, "Are you taking revenge on me?"

Fucang looked up at him, his eyes as cold as swords, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The four servants who were kneeling as punishment all frowned.

"Isn't this prince-in-law a fool?"

"At this time, you still dare to verbally provoke Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess. Probably because you are worried that you will not die quickly enough."

"He is not worried that he will die slowly." Qi Ling shook his head unhurriedly, "but he thinks that he is the most beautiful man in the world, and he self-righteously imagines that His Highness still has feelings for him. All the things that happen outside are His Highness's fault. To attract his attention and force him to submit."

Hong Yu curled her lips: "The peacock is not as narcissistic as him."

The four of them whispered openly, and although their tone was not high, they absolutely ensured that everyone in the hall could hear them clearly.

Feng Jinzhi's face was as cold as frost. If looks could kill, these four servants would probably have been pierced by thousands of arrows at this time.

"Feng Jinzhi, if I were you, you should kneel down and salute respectfully at this moment. The best thing to do is to be humble." Chu Qinghuang put down the pen and spoke indifferently, "You dare to show off your strength in front of me, and It won’t make me think you are tough, but it will have the opposite effect.”

Feng Jinzhi clenched his hands into fists and stared at Chu Qinghuang coldly: "You just want to force me to kneel down?"

"Forcing you?" Chu Qinghuang frowned slightly, with a hint of mockery in his voice, "Fu Cang, teach him the rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes.

Bang!

Before Feng Jinzhi had time to react, a familiar sharp pain hit him in the pit of his knee. He fell forward uncontrollably, and his knee hit the ground hard. The pain instantly made his eyesight become black and his face turned pale. It took a long time to recover.

Hong Yu shivered: "It hurts."

Qi Ling turned his head and looked at him: "It's not you who kicked me. Why does it hurt you?"

Hong Yu said: "It hurts just looking at it."

"Just be good in the future." Wen Zhan took a breath and said calmly, "Otherwise, you will be the next one to suffer."

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