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

It seems to indicate that the recent troubled times, including the weather, are not very good.

For three consecutive days, it was gloomy and the air was extremely hot. Chu Qinghuang did not leave the house, so he stayed in the house to read, drink tea, and compete with Fucang in martial arts in the morning and evening.

When she first proposed the competition, Fu Cang's face turned pale, probably because he remembered the nightmares he had after every martial arts competition in the past - Chu Qinghuang was slightly inferior to Fu Cang in martial arts, but Fu Cang was aloof and did not understand submission. His temperament shows his true ability in every competition.

So much so that when the original owner was in a bad mood after losing, he would torture him violently due to the suppression of his status. It would be fine if it happened once or twice. However, the cruel methods that lasted for more than a year have left a deep shadow in the mind of this shadow guard.

Therefore, Chu Qinghuang naturally understood such a subconscious reaction, but nightmares sometimes wake up, and if you want to wipe away the shadow, you have to take the right medicine.

So for three days in a row, Chu Qinghuang and Fucang stayed in the Dongshang Pavilion without leaving the room. They competed three times in the morning. After the competition, they sat down to rest for a while, drink tea and look at the scenery outside the window.

On the first day of the competition, Fucang won the victory without any surprise. This was the result that Chu Qinghuang expected. For a top shadow user who has been training since childhood, his talent and training intensity are almost unparalleled. Even though Chu Qinghuang was a martial arts fanatic since childhood, his talent was rare, but their different identities meant that their methods of practicing martial arts were different.

No one dared to use the dark pavilion's training methods on a noble princess.

After three competitions, Fu Cang knelt on the ground stiffly, as if waiting for the whip to fall mercilessly. However, Chu Qinghuang smiled faintly: "If you lost just now, I still have reason to punish you for slacking off in martial arts. , but it turned out that you won, why are you still pretending to be sorry?"

Fucang was slightly startled and raised his eyes to look at Chu Qinghuang. Then he realized that this was against the rules and quickly lowered his eyes.

"Get up." Chu Qinghuang turned around and walked into the dormitory. He raised his hand and untied the black clothes he wore specially for the competition, "Bring me my clothes."

Fu Cang stood up and left silently.

He brought Chu Qinghuang's clothes and helped her put them on. The dark red waist robe made His Highness's figure slender but not weak, exuding a dignified and noble demeanor from head to toe.

Fucang was slightly absent-minded, then he lowered his eyes and took a step back, standing silently.

His Highness is no longer the same as before.

This thought flashed through my mind, and something seemed to be quietly softening in the corner of my heart that had always been indifferent.

"Your Highness, are you tired from the competition?" Jinlan walked in with freshly brewed tea. There were two plates of freshly baked snacks on the tray. "My maid has just made tea. Your Highness will have some tea and rest for a while. Try it." Pastries freshly made from the kitchen.”

Chu Qinghuang raised her eyes and glanced at Fucang: "Come and sit with me for a while."

Fucang recovered from his daze, respectfully agreed, walked to sit across from Chu Qinghuang.

"Your Highness." Jinlan took out an invitation from her sleeve and presented it with both hands, "This is a post just sent from the Ling family. Please take a look at it."

"Let it go."

"Yes." Jinlan put down the invitation and picked up the tray, "My servant, please excuse me."

Chu Qinghuang drank tea and said calmly: "After King Zhenbei receives the news that his daughter has been killed, it won't be long before he comes to Beijing in person."

Fucang was silent for a moment and nodded gently: "Yes."

"This is an opportunity for me." Chu Qinghuang said calmly, "An opportunity to gain military power from the Ling family."

Fucang said: "Master wants me to kill him?"

"Kill who?"

"King Zhenbei." Fucang said and explained, "If King Zhenbei is killed, the soldiers in his fiefdom will be dissatisfied. One hundred thousand soldiers and horses will be a threat to the court."

Once there is a threat from soldiers and horses, the emperor will inevitably need to appoint a general. The power of the Ling family is getting stronger and stronger. At this time, it will be natural for the eldest princess, who has the emperor's trust, to take charge of the army.

But how to make the Ling family willingly hand over military power still requires careful thinking.

"The price is too high." Chu Qinghuang said casually, "I just want to have fun and have no intention of causing Xiqi to fall into civil strife."

"yes."

"Fucang." Chu Qinghuang raised her eyes to look at him, as if explaining, but also reminding, "Although I act in a domineering manner, there is a bottom line. You cannot ignore the life and death of innocent people at any time. The essence of the game is to enjoy this It would be good if the final result can be achieved through the process. If it is not achieved, it will have no impact on me, but I don’t want to see the loss of life.”

Her mother was once a gentle queen, and her father worked diligently for the people. For the prosperity and stability of the world, he did things that many emperors could not do in their lifetimes. Such stability should not be broken by her.

Fucang was silent for a while, "Yes. I will keep this in mind."

The master was telling him not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and he took note of it.

"Feng Guifei and her party have been pushed into the quagmire. The Ling family sent someone to send the post at this time, and they must have some agenda." Chu Qinghuang picked up the invitation on the table, "If I want his military power, I have to follow him. Only by having contact and knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle.”

Fucang became more submissive: "Yes."

Your Highness is very powerful.

Everything he said was enigmatic, strategic, and... very domineering.

More domineering than the emperor.

Chu Qinghuang looked up at him with a subtle expression.

Fu Cang's eyebrows were slightly lowered and he was silent.

The sky was overcast, with no sunshine in sight, and people's moods seemed a little unhappy. The whole morning passed leisurely.

At noon, Chu Qinghuang summoned several servants to have lunch together, and seven people sat at a table.

Fu Cang's eyes were a little cold, especially when he saw Hong Yu, as if he was waiting to throw him out at any time.

"The Ling family handed over an invitation, inviting me to come to the house to appreciate the flowers in three days." Chu Qinghuang's eyes swept across the faces of several people in front of him, and his tone was light, "You go with me."

Ah?

Several young masters were stunned.