Chapter 349 The Master Heard Wrongly

Sleep together at night?

Fu Cang was so excited that he nodded as if he was floating: "Yes."

Chu Qinghuang raised his eyebrows: "I haven't seen you for a few months. You have changed a lot."

Nodding without hesitation?

Fu Cang hesitated for a moment after hearing this: "Am I too unrestrained?"

Chu Qinghuang nodded: "A little bit."

Fu Cang was silent.

But if he was reserved, would the master think he was unwilling? Besides, he saw that his master was not too reserved in front of his master's wife. He always said what he wanted to say and never beat around the bush.

He felt that this way of getting along was very comfortable, without having to guess, although he usually couldn't guess the master's mind.

Chu Qinghuang raised the corners of her mouth, thinking that the little shadow guard's heart was indeed more interesting. Just listening to his thoughts could make her happy.

After washing up in the evening, Fu Cang squatted in front of the desk and copied. Seeing this, Chu Qinghuang did not disturb him. She sat on the couch alone and looked through his account book. Her expression unconsciously relaxed, and she did not look cold and distant as before.

Looking up at Fu Cang who was squatting in front of the desk, Chu Qinghuang thought of the memorials from the ministers in recent days asking her to fill the harem. She could not help but complain in her heart. In the past, everyone criticized and impeached her for being unorthodox and uneducated, but now they wished that she would select people to enter the palace every day.

However, looking at the whole Xiqi, can you find someone as interesting as Fu Cang?

Even if they are young men from aristocratic families with outstanding temperaments, I am afraid that few of them can withstand her unintentional listening. Who can have such rich and interesting inner thoughts like Fu Cang?

She even felt that she had this skill specifically for Fu Cang. Otherwise, with her status, even if she had a little pity for him at first, she would not pay too much attention to him. At most, she would improve his eating habits, and not torture him violently like Chu Qinghuang before.

As for the rest, it was probably like a normal relationship between a master and a shadow guard. He would order him to do something, and hide in a corner when he had nothing to do, like an invisible man.

"Master." Fu Cang turned his head and looked at Chu Qinghuang with complicated eyes, "I can't concentrate."

Hmm?

Chu Qinghuang raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Fu Cang was very honest: "Master, if you keep staring at me, I will be distracted."

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a moment: "Do you mean to let me go out?"

Fu Cang shook his head hurriedly.

"Then I won't look at you." Chu Qinghuang lowered her eyes and put her eyes back on the account book, but soon she didn't know what she thought of, and said lightly, "Don't call yourself a subordinate anymore, and don't call me master anymore."

Fu Cang frowned: "Then I should-"

"Call me 'Senior Sister' for me to hear."

Fu Cang was confused: "Senior Sister?"

Chu Qinghuang nodded: "Yes, call me like that in the future."

Fu Cang frowned slightly, Senior Sister?

It seems a bit awkward.

He felt that it was more comfortable to call him master, maybe because he was used to it?

"Keep writing." Chu Qinghuang said calmly, "Finish it early and rest early."

Fu Cang replied yes, and returned his attention to the main task, copying every stroke very carefully.

Time passed little by little, and when Fu Cang finished copying today's homework, it was already Haishi. Chu Qinghuang asked him to show her what he copied, and Fu Cang did it.

"Over the past few months, your handwriting seems to have improved." Chu Qinghuang nodded slowly, praising generously, "You have improved in all aspects. It seems that the master I found for you is really good."

Fu Cang said with embarrassment: "I am stupid."

Chu Qinghuang handed the copy back to him, got up to wash, and was busy for a while. When he lay on the bed, it was almost midnight.

Fu Cang knelt beside him, looking at Chu Qinghuang with burning eyes: "Can I kiss the master?"

Hmm?

Chu Qinghuang narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"

Fu Cang was startled, quickly grabbed a quilt and covered himself with it, and said in a muffled voice: "I didn't say anything, the master heard it wrong."