Chapter 502: The Rain and Dew Are Mine, and I Am Also the One Who Shares Them Equally

Chu Qinghuang doesn't care what the ministers think, her wolf cub deserves all her love.

What is the emperor's husband?

This is just a temporary status given to him before the wedding ceremony. After the ceremony, the status of a real husband is the glory that belongs to him.

After the ministers resigned and left, Chu Qinghuang turned back to the palace and casually ordered: "I'm hungry. Yuanbao, prepare breakfast."

Fucang followed him and saw Chu Qinghuang walking to the brocade couch and sitting down. He followed him and poured a cup of tea for Chu Qinghuang.

Chu Qinghuang said: "I will stay here today and not go anywhere. Later, I will ask someone to send over all the coupons for this batch."

"yes."

"I didn't have time to ask you last night." Chu Qinghuang raised his eyes and looked at Fucang, "I heard that you had someone kill the Emperor of Northern Xinjiang?"

Fucang naturally knew who she heard from.

Nodding slowly, Fu Cang said: "Someone tried to let Duan Muyu go, so I sent him to the border. It just so happened that the prince of Northern Xinjiang was also in the hands of Qi Ling, so that their father and son could be reunited."

"Sent to the border?" Chu Qinghuang raised an eyebrow, "The body stinks."

As for who tried to let Duanmu Yu go, she knew it without even thinking about it.

"The Shadow Guards of the Dark Pavilion will have a way to solve this problem." Fu Cang replied, "There is a medicine that can make people fake death. After taking the medicine, put it in the coffin. If you take the antidote within the required time, you can survive. If there is no antidote, , fake death becomes real death.”

Chu Qinghuang hummed, "What you do is quite reassuring."

Although Duanmu Yu's real death and fake death are irrelevant and have little impact on the overall situation, Fu Cang's work is indeed reassuring.

"Thank you for being warm." Fucang picked up the tea and handed it to Chu Qinghuang, "Today is my first day as the emperor's husband. I don't know what I need to do? Please give me your instructions."

Chu Qinghuang said: "Just stay with me."

"yes."

Chu Qinghuang took the tea cup: "Although the emperor's side husband has a high status, he does not have to abide by too many rigid palace rules and dogmas. On the contrary, the main palace husband does need to pay attention to something."

Fucang was silent: "Can't you sleep in the main palace?"

"That's not the case." Chu Qinghuang took a sip of tea and said calmly, "It's just a two-day trip on the first and fifteenth day of every month. I want to get both rain and dew at other times."

Fucang fell silent, and for some reason, a sentence flashed through his mind.

Rain and dew are me, Junzhan is me too.

Then he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.

Chu Qinghuang narrowed her eyes and looked at him, "Fucang."

"Nuan Nuan."

"Why are you laughing?" Chu Qinghuang asked lightly, "What are you secretly thinking about?"

Fu Cang shook his head: "Nothing."

Chu Qinghuang glanced at him sideways. Do you really think she didn't know what he was thinking?

Rain and dew are me, Junzhan is me too?

If it had been two years ago, she would never have thought that the indifferent shadow guard at that time would have such rich psychological activities.

Chu Qinghuang held her chin, looked at the handsome man in front of her, and said leisurely: "Father should be quite satisfied with you during this period."

Well?

Fucang was stunned: "Master, are you satisfied with me?"

Why didn't he see it?

"Are you suspicious?" Chu Qinghuang raised an eyebrow.

Fu Cang shook his head: "Nuan Nuan said he is satisfied, then he is satisfied."

"The post can be sent out." Chu Qinghuang said calmly, "We are getting married in August. If we send out the invitation this month, no matter whether it is Zhou Dynasty or Dongling, or the emperor who travels all over the world, he will have enough time to get to Xiqi Come."

Fucang was surprised: "Donngling and Dazhou?"

"The more lively my wedding ceremony is, the better." Chu Qinghuang's voice was calm, but there was a hint of domineering in it. "I have to let everyone in the world know who my royal husband is."

Fucang was silent for a while, feeling a little complicated: "Nuan Nuan."

"Do you feel like you are being pampered and are so moved that you want to commit yourself to her again?" Chu Qinghuang raised an eyebrow.

Fucang held her face with both hands and kissed her heavily on the lips: "It feels like being pampered, but isn't this too intrusive? I..."

Taking a deep breath, Fu Cang looked a little confused: "I'm afraid of life."

Afraid of life?

Chu Qinghuang squinted at him: "Look at your potential."

Fucang sat down beside her and held her half in his arms: "When I think of so many elders being present, I feel a lot of pressure."

In particular, all of these elders are heavyweights, not to mention their noble status and powerful abilities. Few of them are ordinary people. It is not enough for them to see Fu Cang like this.

Just think of them all together...

Fu Cang is more than afraid of life? It is not too much to say that I am afraid of death.