Chapter 491 Very Polite

Back in the inner hall, Fu Cang walked to the bed impatiently, looking at Chu Qinghuang who was still sleeping, picked up the teacup beside him, scooped some water with a spoon and fed it to Chu Qinghuang's mouth, and the tea flowed down the corners of her mouth.

Fu Cang pursed his lips, just like in the past few days, brought the teacup to his mouth and took a sip, lowered his head, and slowly passed the tea into Chu Qinghuang's mouth mouth to mouth.

"I can't help it, the master shouldn't dislike me." Fu Cang pleaded in a low voice, his voice was soft and gentle, completely different from the cold and murderous voice outside just now, "If the master is unhappy, punish me severely after waking up. I still have strength to wake up early, but if I sleep too long, I'm afraid I won't be able to hit anyone."

So wake up quickly.

Fu Cang kept reciting and praying in his heart. He finished feeding a cup of water and put the cup aside. He wiped the corner of Chu Qinghuang's mouth with a handkerchief, his eyes fell on her face, and he sighed softly: "I want to see my master."

Chu Qinghuang's face was calm and quiet, but the hand hanging by her side trembled slightly.

Fu Cang was turning his head to look at the sky outside the window, and did not notice anything unusual. He turned his head, bent down and kissed Chu Qinghuang on the forehead: "Wait for me to come back."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

The palace was locked up, and Fu Cang arranged people to guard it and not allow anyone to enter the bedroom without permission. Then he hurried out of the palace in the night.

The night breeze blew gently, and the air was filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

Zhan Ruo, who had just bathed, stood in the moonlight in a snow-white robe, with fluttering sleeves, pure and elegant, like a banished immortal who was going to ride the wind back.

This is what Fu Cang saw when he walked into the inner courtyard of Nanji Piaohao.

His footsteps subconsciously paused, and the man in the courtyard turned his head. Under the light, Fu Cang could see the other person's face clearly at a glance - a face similar to Hongyu's.

He immediately understood the other person's identity.

"Tsk." Zhan Ruo stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at Fu Cang's face with a scrutinizing look. He examined him from head to toe, and then said, "You are quite well-informed."

Fu Cang pursed his lips in silence.

This person should obviously be Hongyu's father who knows everything about astronomy and geography, and a sorcerer with higher cultivation than Hongyu. This person has contributed greatly to the master's ability to seize the body and survive the love tribulation.

Thinking of this in his heart, Fu Cang lowered his eyes slightly and bowed: "Meet Senior Zhan."

"Very polite." Zhan Ruo sneered, "It's a pity that no matter how polite you are, you can't forgive the mistake you made this time. If it weren't for me, your young master might have died and reincarnated."

Zhan Ruo just has this ability.

When he is silent, he is like an exiled immortal who is not stained by the dust. When he speaks, he can make people jump out of their coffins.

Although he is over fifty years old now, his venomous tongue has been restrained compared to when he was young, but this time he not only traveled a long distance and rushed here, but also had to cast a spell to save his niece's precious life. He was exhausted physically and mentally, and his physical strength was overdrawn. He rested for several days in a row and used all kinds of nourishing medicinal food. It was not easy to recover a little vitality. Naturally, he didn't have a good tone to say to the culprit.

When Fu Cang heard "here she died", his face changed, his face turned pale, and he bowed deeply: "Thank you, senior."

"Don't thank me." Zhan Ruo snorted coldly and turned away. "If your master can spare you, you can say a few more words of thanks to him."

Fu Cang watched him leave quietly, and the elegant white figure quickly disappeared from his sight.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Master is here, Zhan Ruo is here too, and from what Zhan Ruo said just now, it is certain that the master is not in any danger and has passed the dangerous situation safely.

Fu Cang pursed his lips and was about to step inside, when he suddenly looked up as if he had realized something, and happened to see a person standing in front of the window on the third floor of the small building. The room was brightly lit, and he could see the man's noble, indifferent, and oppressive eyebrows more clearly.

Fu Cang's heart skipped a beat.

It was only at this moment that he began to have time to recall his performance in the past few days... He wondered if he was so bad in the eyes of his master that he could be retrained.