Chapter 223 Rich Psychological Activities

Chu Qinghuang raised his eyebrows: "Are you trying to impress me?"

"No." Hong Yu quickly shook his head, "I just think that Xiqi is too stupid, leaving me useless."

"Tell the important point."

Hong Yu said: "The point is that Chu Tianyin killed his relatives righteously and exposed Feng Wanyue."

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly: "It's indeed stupid."

"I suspect that he is possessed by something." Hong Yu really found it unbelievable, "The people who used to wish they were tied to the Feng family are now being kicked away by King Zhenbei?"

Not only would he be kicked away, he would also be put to death.

Tsk.

When it comes to being ruthless, the princes of the Xiqi royal family are better than each other. They are not good things.

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a moment and said in a calm voice: "I know what Chu Tianyin wants to do."

Hong Yu was surprised: "Your Highness knows?"

Chu Qinghuang hummed, "You don't need to pay attention to this matter. Go back and rest."

Hong Yu said oh, turned around and walked out. However, as soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he suddenly thought of something and slowly stepped back.

His eyes fell on Fucang. Hong Yu looked up and down for a while, frowning: "You..."

Fu Cang looked at him coldly.

"Is there anything else?" Chu Qinghuang's eyes fell on him, her eyes were particularly calm.

Hong Yu met her cold eyes and quickly shook his head: "It's okay." Then he walked out obediently.

Fucang stared at the door for a while, then turned to look at Chu Qinghuang.

"What are you looking at?"

Fucang pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head and returned to the bed without saying a word, "He should have noticed."

"Huh?" Chu Qinghuang raised his eyebrows, "What do you see?"

Fu Cang lowered his eyes: "This subordinate is disheveled and slept on the master's bed."

"So what are you worried about?"

Fucang pursed her thin lips and said, "It will affect the master's reputation."

Chu Qinghuang exclaimed: "It turns out that there is such a thing as honor in this palace."

Fucang remained silent.

"Since you know that it will affect my reputation, you still continue to stay in my bed?"

Fu Cang lowered his head and dug into the mattress with his fingertips.

"Why don't you speak?" Chu Qinghuang looked at him and said in a calm voice, "Are you mute?"

Fucang silently raised his head to look at her, then lowered his head silently.

Still silent.

As if to insist on silence to the end.

Chu Qinghuang raised her hand and pinched his face: "Didn't you like to say things like 'subordinates deserve to die' and 'subordinates know their mistakes'? Why did you suddenly become mute today?"

Fucang protested in a low voice: "This subordinate is not mute."

"Are you refuting me?"

"I don't dare," Fucang said, and then added, "My subordinates are already the master's people, and others have no right to comment."

Chu Qinghuang said nothing.

"The subordinate is not afraid of affecting the master's reputation, nor is he afraid of being discovered." Fucang whispered, "The subordinate's body has been seen and touched by the master. The master should be responsible for the subordinate..."

The last two words were spoken as low as the buzz of mosquitoes. I don't know whether it was because of guilt or shame. If Chu Qinghuang didn't have sharp ears, I might not have been able to hear what he said.

Responsible?

Chu Qinghuang's expression was subtle.

"Master touched his subordinate's face, and... and..." Fucang sat on his knees, his slender figure appeared docile and well-behaved, "I also molested my subordinate, so..."

"So I am responsible for you?"

The roots of Xanthium fusilifolia were slightly red, and he nodded his head in detail: "Yes."

Chu Qinghuang's voice was cold, with a hint of nonchalance: "How to be responsible?"

Fucang was confused, how could he be responsible?

He frowned and thought, as if he was a little embarrassed.

Usually when talking about such topics, men are responsible for women. Generally speaking, being responsible means marrying the other person. I have never seen a woman be responsible for a man.

Fu Cang frowned. Do you want him to marry his master?

Isn't that the Prince Consort?

Fucang's expression was slightly stunned, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad. With his humble status, how could he be qualified to become his master's consort?

Do you want to be the master's servant?

He couldn't help but think that the master had never been intimate with the servants in the backyard. If he became a servant, would he be like them?

When he thought of this, he felt that there was nothing good about serving the king.

Fucang then fell into a dilemma.

Otherwise...should we continue to be the master's personal bodyguard? Only a personal bodyguard can be inseparable from his master, and can also prevent other men from approaching his master by virtue of his status.

Although the master has so many servants, no one has ever behaved intimately.

The more Fucang thought about it, the more he felt that Shadow Guard was better.

And only he could sleep on the master's bed at night. The master had only pinched his face and molested him... cough.

Fucang calmed down, not daring to think about the mess anymore. He lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully: "This subordinate speaks freely. Please forgive me, master. Just treat it as...just pretend that I am talking nonsense."

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