Chapter 454: If You Are Willing, You Won't Feel Wronged

Fu Cangjun's face heated up, and he quickly took off his obscene pants, turned his back to Chu Qinghuang, stepped into the tub, and shrank into the water.

"I've seen it all, why are you hiding?" Chu Qinghuang's voice was lazy, and his expression was a bit playful, "You have a good figure, strong and tight, as perky as it should be, as thin as it should be, and without any blemishes, so what are you afraid of? "

Fu Cang leaned against the tub, suppressing the heat on his face, raising his eyes slightly to look at Chu Qinghuang, and said in a gentle voice: "Master, just like it."

Huh?

Chu Qinghuang smiled faintly: "Aren't you shy anymore?"

Such a down-to-earth and generous attitude is rare.

Fucang shook his head slowly: "My subordinate is a man, so I can't act like a little wife all the time. Over time, the master will get bored."

Bored?

Chu Qinghuang raised his eyebrows: "Who said I would be bored?"

"A man should stand upright, this is what the master said before." Fucang's memory was so good that he could memorize everything Chu Qinghuang said, "My subordinates are men, and they can't be shy like a mother." ”

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a moment, stood up and walked to him, picked up the silk next to him and threw it into the bathtub. The water-soaked silk rubbed against Fu Cang's strong back, and said calmly: "Just be yourself, let it take its course. Naturally, follow your heart and don’t be too anxious to change yourself.”

Fucang's expression changed in shock, and he turned around quickly: "Master..."

"Turn around." Chu Qinghuang frowned, "I'll wipe your back."

Fucang pursed his lips: "I am supposed to serve the master, how can I let the master do such a thing?"

"What kind of thing is this?"

Fucang remained silent.

"As long as it's something you do willingly, you won't feel wronged, and you don't have to feel wronged on my behalf." Chu Qinghuang poured water from his head and looked at his embarrassed face, and couldn't help laughing. "Besides, if I don't want to do something, do you think anyone in this world can force me to do it?"

Fucang pursed his lips: "But..."

"You don't like it?"

Fucang's nerves froze and he quickly shook his head: "No."

"That's alright." Chu Qinghuang raised his arm, "Let me see how much dust you have accumulated on your body these days."

Fu Cang blushed: "This subordinate deserves to die."

He should find an inn outside, clean himself up, and then enter the palace to see his master.

"You work for me, why do I still dislike you?" Chu Qinghuang's voice was indifferent, "The soldiers guarding the border are caught up in the war. It is lucky to be able to save one's life through blood and sweat. Who can guarantee that his body is spotless?"

Fucang was startled, then closed his eyes and fell silent.

He knew the truth. When he was a shadow guard, he never cared about whether he was dirty or not. It was impossible to be clean anyway. He had to eat and sleep outside all year round, bleeding was common, and bathing was even more luxurious.

For their status, in the summer, if they take a bucket of cold water from the well and wash away the blood and sweat, it is considered a bath. In the winter, if they are not stained with blood, they usually don't wash if they can, even if they are Shadow Guards. Most of the time it's life-saving.

When the master asks them to die, they go to die without frowning. When the master asks them to live, they are still willing to live a few more days even if their life is not easy.

In winter, the water freezes, making it too cold for people to bear. It is not that convenient for Shadow Guards to use medicine. A cold wind may kill them.

Since the change of master, nearly two years of improvement in life, pampering with fine clothes and fine food, and the gradual enrichment of emotions and desires have almost made Fucang forget what kind of cruel environment he lived in at the beginning. Thinking about it now, it feels like he is in another world. .

"How many people are there in Ange now?" Chu Qinghuang wiped his back, and the silk threads went down from his shoulders and neck, "You, the leader of Ange, didn't you help Ange get some benefits?"

Fu Cang regained consciousness and subconsciously stood up.

"Sit tight." Chu Qinghuang held his shoulders and said in a leisurely voice, "I'll have a casual chat with you. You can tell me whatever you think."

Fu Cang sat back in the tub in silence. Unexpectedly, he was not able to hug and kiss his master immediately after he came back. Instead, he sat naked in the tub and discussed the secret pavilion with his master.