Chapter 366: This Is What I Think Too

In the next few days, Chu Qinghuang often took Fucang out for a walk. One of her two royal brothers was busy chasing his wife, and the other was busy training soldiers. Chu Qinghuang was very considerate and did not take up too much of their time. .

The capital of Dongling was visibly more prosperous and prosperous than that of Xi Qi. Whether it was the houses of officials and people, the buildings on both sides of the long street, the clothes of pedestrians on the road, or the flow of people in the shops along the street, the prosperity of a powerful country could be seen.

"In the next twenty years, I will make Xiqi become so prosperous." Chu Qinghuang sat in the carriage and looked at the busy traffic on the street. "Compared to the ambition to conquer the world, the stability of the people's livelihood is more important. The king’s sage, Fucang, what do you think?”

"Master Shengming."

Chu Qinghuang lowered the curtain and looked at him: "You have to learn to have your own ideas, and you can't always agree with me."

Fucang responded and changed his statement in a good-natured way: "Master is right, and my subordinates think so too."

Chu Qinghuang: "..."

There are many similar things.

Even if the family is strong and prosperous, it does not mean that everyone has outstanding moral character. Occasionally, when he encounters a few officials and women chatting about the girls from the Fu family on the road, Chu Qinghuang will ask Fucang: "Do you think emotional matters are your own?" What’s more important, your feelings or the opinions of others?”

Fucang thought for a while: "They are all important. For me, I don't need to explain to others; for my family and country, I have to consider the consequences."

Chu Qinghuang hummed.

Fucang added: "But if the king is strong enough, there is no need to worry about any consequences."

Because a strong person always has a way to take care of both sides.

"Not bad." Chu Qinghuang praised, "I can see much more clearly than before."

Fu Cang lowered his eyebrows.

The master has been praising him more and more recently. Just like eating, he praises him in different ways for three meals a day. The praise makes him feel guilty and he can't help but wonder if he is really that powerful?

Chu Qinghuang looked at the sky. It was almost evening, and he was about to return to the palace when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the face of a young man in a bright red robe, which was more eye-catching than the red feathers of a peacock.

Chu Qinghuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and she noticed where he was going, and said calmly: "Fucang, I will take you to visit the brothel."

Fucang was confused: "Visiting a brothel?"

Chu Qinghuang nodded.

"Subordinate..." Fucang struggled, wondering if his master was taking the opportunity to test him, "Subordinate is not interested in women from brothels."

Chu Qinghuang said indifferently: "Whether you are interested or not, we won't know until we go there."

Fucang didn't understand what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd, so she could only nod her head.

So Chu Qinghuang took Fucang to the most prestigious brothel on the busiest street in the imperial city. As soon as he stepped through the door, the madam and Yingying Yanyan came out and said, "Hey, where are these distinguished guests from again - —”

Before he could finish his sentence, his throat felt as if someone had suddenly strangled him. The gaily dressed Madam’s smile froze on her face, and then she smiled along with him: “Girl, what are you doing...”

How can any little girl come to visit a brothel?

And he also brought a man with him.

The old bustard's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he could naturally see that Chu Qinghuang was an extraordinary person, and that his appearance and clothes were the most noble among the nobles. He did not dare to offend easily for the moment, but just stayed with him carefully: "This is a place where men come to have fun, and girls are here." Looking for someone?"

Chu Qinghuang nodded casually: "Yes."

The old madam was surprised: "I wonder who the girl is looking for?"

Chu Qinghuang took out a hundred-tael silver note and stuffed it into her hand: "Don't let anyone disturb me. I'm walking around. Is it convenient?"

The madam was speechless: "Young lady, you are joking. The people here are all high-ranking officials. Their purpose of coming here is to have fun. If they are disturbed..."

Chu Qinghuang took out another one hundred taels of silver notes and gave it to her: "I know that the guests spend a lot of money, often spending thousands or tens of thousands of taels. I am here today neither for fun nor to find trouble. I promise not to give any money." If you cause any trouble, you accept the tea money."

The old bustard's face was a bit unsightly. No woman had ever come to a brothel in an upright manner...

"If that still doesn't work, maybe you can take a look at this." Chu Qinghuang took out a token and flashed it in front of the Madam, "Do you see it clearly?"

The face of the old madam suddenly changed: "Girl...girl, I didn't make any sound of buying or selling by force, nor did I force girls into prostitution..."

Chu Qinghuang frowned: "Can you shut up?"

"..."

"I will wander around for a while and then leave. If I don't find fault with you, you are not allowed to say anything." After Chu Qinghuang finished speaking, he walked directly in, walked through the lobby and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Fucang followed silently, not understanding what his master was doing here.

"Fucang." When they reached the second floor, Chu Qinghuang turned to look at him, "It's a coincidence that we come to Dongling this time. Brother Huang's birthday is coming soon."

Fucang was stunned for a moment, puzzled by what he meant.

Chu Qinghuang walked slowly along the corridor, listening to the movements in the room as he walked: "Before the emperor ascended the throne, Northern Xinjiang would send tribute gifts at the end of the year; after the emperor ascended the throne, they would come to Dongling every spring."

Hearing this, Fucang immediately guessed what he meant: "Master means..."

"I just saw a vaguely familiar face." Chu Qinghuang frowned, "The other person entered the brothel very quickly. I didn't see it clearly, so I can't be sure who it is."

Fu Cang was silent.

Someone who looks familiar but can't identify him?