Chapter 425: Lao Wang Sells Melons

"I will pamper you for the rest of my life?" Chu Qinghuang snorted coldly, "I am the Nine-Fifth Supreme Being, and I will inevitably have the Seventy-Two Husbands of the Three Palaces and Sixth Courtyard in the future. You are young and beautiful now, and I can give you more pampering. Later, As I age and lose my luster, I have lost my sense of novelty towards you, so I will naturally choose new talents every year——"

Fu Cang put a strong force on her hand and directly pulled Chu Qinghuang into his arms, lowered his head and blocked her lips.

Chu Qinghuang narrowed her eyes and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but when she noticed Fucang's tense body, she suddenly became quiet.

"No." Fucang pursed his lips and looked at her with lowered eyebrows, "Master is not a person who likes the new and hates the old. It is the subordinates who are not good. The subordinates can be beaten and punished as they please. Master, don't be angry."

"Any beating or punishment?"

"yes."

"In this case, I will give you a good whip with a whip tonight." Chu Qinghuang said coldly, "If you are beaten to pieces, you will know the consequences of talking nonsense."

Fucang looked innocently: "Master, are you willing to do it?"

"What's the reluctance to give up?" Chu Qinghuang's expression was calm and his tone was cold, "The world is so big, there are many men younger and better looking than you..."

"The world is big, but no one is as attentive to my master as my subordinates." Fucang raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a hint of arrogance, "My subordinates can protect the country for the master, and can also make the master happy. Master When the master is tired, the subordinate can massage, make tea, and play the piano; when the master is busy, the subordinate is the strongest support for the master; when the master needs me, the subordinate is a sharp weapon..."

"It's true that the old king is selling melons." Chu Qinghuang sneered, "You can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat. He is a perfect man with sharp weapons, good looks, and a virtuous wife. He is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; he is proficient in all kinds of military strategies and strategies. cannot?"

Fucang coughed lightly: "Actually, it's not that powerful."

Chu Qinghuang raised her hand and rubbed his head: "This is the last time. If you let me hear similar words in the future, you will disappear from my eyes and you will not be allowed to appear in front of me in this life."

Fu Cang bowed his head meekly: "Yes."

Chu Qinghuang turned around and walked towards the royal study, and Fu Cang followed: "I just want to express that my love for my master is as deep as the sea and stronger than a rock..."

"How deep your love for me is, I can feel it myself. I don't need you to express it in such a worried tone." Chu Qinghuang glanced at him, "Although you often act like a little daughter-in-law, I You don’t need a little daughter-in-law who is always full of inferiority and insecurity. If you feel that three years of experience is not enough, I can ask my father to trap you in Cangyun Mountain for ten or twenty years to see if I can cure you. This problem."

"It doesn't take that long. The subordinate's problem has been cured." Fucang said quickly, "Master Mingjian."

Chu Qinghuang was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Returning to the imperial study room, he began to deal with the piles of memorials on the case. Fu Cang obediently stood aside and studied ink.

"Yuanbao."

Yuan Bao hurried in from outside the imperial study, "Your Majesty."

"Go to Qintian Prison and send Master Hongyu to come over."

"yes."

Lord Kureha?

Fucang thought about this title and secretly thought that Hongyu had made a name for himself in Qintian Prison?

Lord Kureha, you sound old-fashioned.

But the title is not important.

As long as you are not the Royal Concubine or the Lord's Attendant, you can be whatever you love.

Fu Cang thought with peace of mind, and then felt that his worries just now were really unfounded.

Before the master ascended the throne, there were four beautiful servants in the palace, all of whom were talented and beautiful. The master was not tempted, so how could he fall in love with others in the future?

Fucang raised his eyes and looked at Chu Qinghuang: "Master, why did you ask Hongyu to come here?"

"Aren't you very smart?" Chu Qinghuang said lightly, "Guess for yourself."

Fu Cang fell silent and thought to himself for a moment.

"Master, do you want Hongyu to have a divination?"

Chu Qinghuang glanced at him: "Not stupid at all."

Fucang pursed his lips and smiled.

After a while, Hong Yu walked in with Yuan Bao and bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty summoned me?"

Chu Qinghuang hummed: "I want you to make a fortune."

Hong Yu was stunned: "Who does it count?"

"The thirteenth princess of Northern Xinjiang, Duanmu Wuyou."

Hong Yu frowned: "What does she do? Duanmu Yu, the king of a country, is like this, and his daughter is probably a straw bag."

"Let you do the math, why is there so much nonsense?"

OK.

Hong Yu bowed and saluted: "I will burn incense and take a bath now, and I will do my fortune telling for this idiot princess."

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