Chapter 290: Secret Actions

As July 12 approaches, Fu Cang is obviously more nervous.

His expression, which has always been dull and emotionless, would occasionally show a trace of uneasiness. Although he still stayed by Chu Qinghuang's side every day, he left more often - that is, when Chu Qinghuang stayed in the bedroom to rest, he would often go out.

Every time he went out, he would come back quickly and would not stay outside for too long, so Chu Qinghuang thought he was just going to the toilet and ignored him.

But later, she still noticed something wrong.

It was already night when Fu Cang went out and came back for the eighth time. Chu Qinghuang was reading a book in her white pajamas after taking a bath. When she saw him come in, she put down the book in her hand, looked up at him, and said calmly: "Are you feeling unwell today?"

Fu Cang was stunned and shook his head subconsciously: "No."

"I thought there was something wrong with the food in the mansion, and you had a stomachache." Chu Qinghuang raised her eyebrows, "Then why did you go out again and again today?"

Fu Cang lowered his head a little uneasily.

Last night he received news that a carriage came from the direction of Cangyun Mountain, with two masters from Jiuxiao Pavilion sitting in it, and according to the route, it was about to arrive in Xiqi. He guessed who was in the carriage - because the master had said before that she grew up in Cangyun Mountain.

It was easy to guess who was in the carriage.

So he ordered people to watch carefully and keep an eye on where they were.

This kind of behavior is unacceptable and is suspected of rebellion.

I wonder if the master will be angry if he knows.

Chu Qinghuang glanced at him: "Your current behavior is not like a disciple who is about to become a disciple, but more like a young wife who is about to meet her parents-in-law."

Fu Cang was stunned, and then his ears turned red. He lowered his head and said: "Subordinate..."

"My father and mother are not man-eating tigers, you don't have to be so nervous." Chu Qinghuang thought for a while, "How about this, you treat them as evil father-in-law and evil mother-in-law, who are about to use thundering means to separate us, so you may not be too nervous."

Fu Cang heard this and looked at her silently: "Master, this is not good."

Chu Qinghuang raised his eyebrows: "Why is it not good?"

"They are the master's parents, not evil people."

Chu Qinghuang laughed: "I just let people imagine it."

Fu Cang shook his head, and he couldn't even imagine it.

The master's relatives must be respected, and there must be no disrespect.

Chu Qinghuang fell silent, looking at a stubborn boy, and his heart was touched for a moment.

Okay.

This is a young wife who has no scheming at all. She stubbornly keeps the boundaries and limits, and has not yet fully learned what "being spoiled" means.

Although he has begun to show signs of taking advantage of her, for the time being, his courage is obviously not big enough.

Chu Qinghuang pondered for a moment and decided not to rush.

Skills are the confidence of life. Only with stronger skills and a more legitimate identity can a person become more courageous.

Based on the premise that he knows nothing except strong martial arts, he doesn't have the courage to go too far.

However, this sentence was quickly slapped in the face.

When resting that night, a shadow guard covered with a small blanket was originally very well-behaved. His sleeping posture with his hands folded on his abdomen looked as well-behaved as possible, but after falling asleep, it seemed that he had no control over whether he was well-behaved or not. In the middle of the night, his slender body first crawled towards Chu Qinghuang wrapped in a small blanket like a silkworm pupa, and slowly approached the familiar source of breath.

Not long after, the blanket was kicked out with a skillful kick of the straight long legs. The boy dazedly reached out his hands to wrap around the familiar waist and held Chu Qinghuang in his arms.

Chu Qinghuang was instantly awakened by his action. When she opened her eyes, she only saw his sleeping face - if the eyelashes of a certain shadow guard were not trembling so violently, perhaps she would be more convinced that he was indeed asleep.

Chu Qinghuang did not speak, just looked at him quietly.

There was a lamp on in the inner hall, but the drooping curtains covered most of the light source, and the light between the bed became increasingly dim. At a close distance, the hazy outline of the boy could be seen, the beauty and gentleness between calmness and immaturity, just right to show the most bewitching style.

Chu Qinghuang couldn't help but guess, this should be intentional?

He was as timid as a mouse when he was awake during the day, but so bold when he went to bed at night, relying on the fact that he was "unconscious" after falling asleep, and took advantage of her?

Chu Qinghuang wanted to scare him, but when she thought of a shadow guard who would kneel down and apologize when frightened, she stopped thinking and closed her eyes to rest.

Not long after, the young man beside him began to move restlessly again, like a little mouse that only moves at night, with small movements, and a kind of caution and nervousness for fear of being discovered.

Chu Qinghuang's closed eyes quietly opened a crack.

Fu Cang lowered his head, and his fingers gently lifted a strand of Chu Qinghuang's black hair, carefully smoothing it, not daring to move too much, for fear of waking Chu Qinghuang - although he didn't know who gave him the confidence to make him think that Chu Qinghuang would not notice such an obvious movement.