Chapter 422 Don’t Be Ungrateful

Fucang was already a strong man with a tall figure, but it was a bit awkward to be pressed face-up on Chu Qinghuang's lap.

However, he did not resist and lay obediently, as if he was being bullied.

"Master is right." He admitted his mistake obediently. "My subordinates were just too anxious to come back to see the master, so they forgot all the important things."

Chu Qinghuang looked at his face at close range and raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "I haven't seen you for half a year. Your demeanor is a little different from before."

"It's all the credit of the master." Fucang's tone became gentler, "The master is wise, powerful, and unparalleled in wisdom. If the subordinates don't grow up quickly, how can they be worthy of the master?"

Chu Qinghuang saw his lips opening and closing, and the obedient words came out so naturally. She couldn't help but laugh: "This mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter. I wonder if he will be like this when he is with other women." Can you speak well?"

"My master is aware of this." Fu Cang stood up and knelt down on one knee, "This subordinate will never do this."

Chu Qinghuang reached out and lifted his chin: "Prove it to me."

prove?

How to prove it?

In the past, this request would probably have stumped Fucang, but it obviously wouldn't happen today.

Fucang raised his face, hooked his hands around the back of Chu Qinghuang's neck, pushed her head down, and made a loud "pop" sound, with a low and beguiling voice: "Go back to the palace, my subordinate, let the master check it in person?"

"How to check?"

"Take it off for inspection." Fucang's handsome face turned red, and he looked particularly sultry, "From head to toe, the master can inspect you however you want."

When Chu Qinghuang heard this, he was silent for a long time, secretly thinking that he hadn't seen him for half a year. This wolf cub was very brave.

"Fucang, please tell me the truth." She took his hand, sat up straight, and began to ask questions, "In these days when you are the Prince of Yan, there are many people who will send you beauties."

Fucang subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but his movement was slow for a moment, and it turned into: "It was sent, but my subordinate sternly refused."

"Yeah?"

Fucang nodded firmly and looked at her pitifully: "Master, don't you believe me?"

Chu Qinghuang looked at him without saying a word. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, as if he understood something. His eyes were narrow and he asked, "Have you seen anything you shouldn't have seen recently?"

Something you shouldn’t be looking at?

Fu Cang lowered his head and replied calmly: "I definitely didn't see anything I shouldn't have seen, but I saw some things that I should see...well, I also saw some..."

The more he spoke, the more guilty he became, and the last few words were almost mumbled in his throat.

"What did you see?"

The roots of the cocklebur began to turn red: "Just...well, it's nothing..."

"explain."

"It's...the books and brochures that are common in the palace..."

"Promise." Chu Qinghuang sneered, "A man just looks at it. What's there to be embarrassed about? Don't you have to face it sooner or later?"

Fucang's face turned red and he lowered his eyebrows in silence.

"Let's go." Chu Qinghuang stood up, "I'm hungry, let's go have a meal."

Walking outside the royal study, Yuan Bao respectfully asked for instructions: "Your Majesty the Queen."

"Prepare dinner."

"yes."

Fucang followed behind Chu Qinghuang. His slender body was more than half a head taller than Chu Qinghuang. Chu Qinghuang raised his head and looked at it for a while: "Have you grown taller recently?"

Fu Cang was stunned for a moment, then hesitated: "That's right, the clothes before were a little too small..."

"Let the inner court come over to measure you later and make a few more sets of clothes." Chu Qinghuang said, "It's cold in the middle of winter right now, so I'll make some thick robes, and by the way, I'll also make clothes for the new year and the beginning of spring."

Fucang pursed his lips and smiled: "Thank you, Master."

Chu Qinghuang asked as he walked: "How long do you plan to stay in the palace this time?"

"Wait until the New Year is over. I want to stay up late with my master and celebrate the New Year together, and then go back after the Lantern Festival and the Lantern Festival." Fucang replied, "Master didn't ask for anything after he handed me a letter in September. It’s time to return to Cangyun Mountain, but my subordinates can’t be too presumptuous. If the master gets angry and extends the time, the gain will outweigh the loss.”

Chu Qinghuang glanced at him: "It's strange to settle accounts."

Fucang pursed his lips: "Master should be satisfied with this mission... But even if he is satisfied, there are still five years left after subtracting one year from six years. It has only been more than a year since my subordinate went to Cangyun Mountain, and there are still more than three years to go."

"It's really pitiful." Chu Qinghuang chuckled, "But don't be dissatisfied. It has only been one year and four months since I learned the art, and you have been here for two months. Master has already treated you very much. Not bad.”

After a pause, "And you don't realize that you are getting more and more ambitious? After the Lantern Festival and the Lantern Festival? You are not greedy."

Fucang pursed her lips: "The Lantern Festival is originally a festival for lovers, and I would like to go out with the master to see it."

Chu Qinghuang said calmly: "Are you and I in love?"