Chapter 400: Lack of Self-Control, It Is Time to Fight

With this question, Yuan Bao retreated obediently.

Chu Qinghuang's eyes fell on Fu Cang's face, and there was a bit more warmth in his voice: "Are you still going to kneel?"

Fucang raised the corners of his lips, stood up and walked over: "Master, are you tired?"

Chu Qinghuang understood what he meant, "Tired."

So Fucang walked up behind Chu Qinghuang without saying a word, and massaged her shoulders and neck with flexible and powerful fingers.

"Although my subordinates are powerful in martial arts, I have always been dull in other aspects. I am not qualified to be a master. I have spent a lot of time studying in the past six months." Fucang said, his voice was low and soft, "Making tea, music, and my subordinates are also not qualified." Learned how to make wine... If this face can barely catch the eye of the master, it will be a blessing for the subordinate. "

Start talking love words to coax her again?

Chu Qinghuang raised his eyebrows: "My father asked you to learn art, but all you learned was the art of serving others?"

"No." Fucang shook his head quickly, "I dare not miss my homework. My subordinate's understanding can barely satisfy the master, so the master can rest assured."

"Satisfied?" Chu Qinghuang raised an eyebrow, "Father said he is satisfied?"

"That's not true." Fucang pursed his lips and told the truth, "Master doesn't like to praise others, but my subordinates can feel that he is quite satisfied."

The days on the ledger are not increasing so fast, which proves that he has made relatively few mistakes recently, except...

Chu Qinghuang hummed: "Did father hit you?"

Fu Cang's expression suddenly froze.

Um?

Chu Qinghuang noticed something fishy and turned her head to look at him: "Why don't you say anything?"

"…Fighted."

"really?"

Fucang nodded slightly.

"Why did I hit you?"

"At the beginning of June, my master allowed me to go down the mountain on the eighth day of the lunar month and assigned me a task. My subordinates were so happy. In the next two days, when I was competing with the masters on the mountain, I occasionally lost my focus and accidentally injured my shoulder and back."

When masters compete, victory or defeat is often only a matter of seconds. The masters on Cangyun Mountain are all top-notch in martial arts. Even someone as skilled as Fucang needs to concentrate 120,000 points when dealing with a siege by many people.

What's more, you can't use killing moves during sparring. He has also been learning another set of martial arts for most of the past six months.

Being injured due to an oversight was not an accident, but this mistake was clearly unforgivable in the eyes of Master.

So he got a beating.

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a moment: "I don't have enough concentration, so I really need to fight." We just meet each other, but how dare we be distracted during the competition?

Fu Cang lowered his eyebrows and dared not speak.

"Early June...that just happened not long ago?" Chu Qinghuang asked, "Is the injury healed?"

Fucang nodded: "It's nothing serious. Master, don't worry."

"Where's the injury?"

"Here." Fucang pointed to the position behind his left shoulder, "But it's fine. It's just a flesh injury, no bones, and no internal injuries."

"I asked where it was shot."

Fucang: "..."

"butt?"

Fucang's face turned slightly red: "Master."

Chu Qinghuang didn't say anything. He raised his hand and gestured for Fu Cang to stand in front of him.

Fu Cang did as he was told.

Chu Qinghuang looked him up and down with calm eyes, which made Fu Cang blush and his heart beat. Finally, his eyes settled on the lower back of the young man's waist. Chu Qinghuang stretched out his hand and pointed at someone's waist. Lifting her hips, "Here?"

Fu Cang covered his buttocks and shook his head: "No."

Chu Qinghuang suppressed a smile: "Don't lie."

Fucang froze. It was not a big deal for martial arts practitioners to be beaten and punished. He was punished every now and then when he was training in the dark pavilion. When he first arrived at the Princess Mansion, he was beaten frequently. After many times, he would not take the flesh wounds to heart at all. .

This is also the reason why the master always extends his training time without doing anything to him, because his fear of pain is not that deep, this time is an exception.

It's just that this kind of thing that was originally commonplace now seems to be particularly blushing and heart-pounding under the master's meaningful eyes and tone.

Fu Cang cleared his throat: "The injuries have healed, Master, don't worry."

"You have the final say whether you are cured or not?" Chu Qinghuang stood up and said, "Follow me to the bedroom, and I will give you a good check-up."

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I’ll start with a chapter to satisfy my cravings and continue in the afternoon.

Dear friends, please remind me more. If the writing goes well today, I will add an update chapter for you.

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