Chapter 509 The Respect You Deserve

"How to expand?"

"Those with slightly weaker martial arts talents can develop their strengths in other areas, such as intelligence..."

A low and slow voice like running water echoed in the carriage, sometimes a man's deep voice, sometimes a woman's clear and pleasant voice, discussing leisurely.

A warm atmosphere accompanied the rumble of the carriage as they headed towards the palace step by step.

When we arrived at Changming Palace, it was dinner time.

The palace servants came forward to serve, and Yuan Bao led the people to prepare dinner.

According to Fucang's arrangement, after dinner, the two of them went for a walk to eat, enjoyed the night view of the imperial garden, and then returned to the palace to bathe and sleep.

Everything went smoothly.

The palace attendants had already retreated, and the inner palace was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. Fu Cang carried Chu Qinghuang back to the palace, put her directly on the bed, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The atmosphere softened little by little, and the beautiful scenery in front of me made me sink.

"Nuan Nuan," a low voice sounded, with a bewitching meaning, which was obviously particularly attractive in the silent night, "Let's try out all the postures in the booklet tonight, okay?"

Chu Qinghuang was lying on the bed, looking straight at him. Her black hair was spread out on the bed like fine silk, and her voice was lazy: "My body has not fully recovered yet."

"Didn't Nuan Nuan say that she is worthy?"

"It's not a lie." Chu Qinghuang said lazily, "It's just that I have to go to court tomorrow morning. You won't let me pamper you, a demon husband, to the point where you will never go to court early in the morning."

"No court tomorrow." Fucang lowered his head and captured her lips again.

The curtains fall and the temperature rises.

Even the moon outside the window was so shy that it hid in the clouds.

…

Nine days of fear and fear all turned into the most real possession tonight. Fucang wanted to eat this person bit by bit and possess her completely, not wanting to let go of even a little bit.

This is his god, his majesty, his sweetheart.

He wants to protect the worldly treasures of his life.

From the moment darkness falls, until the clock strikes midnight, the intense clouds and rain cease.

There was no sound from the inner hall for a long time.

Under the soft light, behind the raised curtain, one could see Fu Cang lying half on his side, his gaze falling on Chu Qinghuang's face, reluctant to look away.

A head of long black silk-like hair spread on a bright yellow brocade soft pillow, and the snow-white middle coat is shining with a moving luster, like a shining pearl.

Under the light of the lights, the young man's appearance is extremely handsome, and his features and eyes are pure and noble.

"Lang Yan is unique and unique in the world." Chu Qinghuang's face was stained with sweat, but she looked at him and praised with a smile, "A pearl has been covered in dust for many years, but it is still a pearl. Look at this face, this bearing, it is what you were born to be." The appearance of a royal husband."

Fucang stretched out his hand to lift her hair, and his voice was full of tenderness: "Are you tired?"

"It's okay." Chu Qinghuang's voice was slightly hoarse and he asked lazily, "Should I go to Yan Kingdom to propose marriage first?"

Fu Cang was silent: "Why did you suddenly bring up this issue?"

"Xiqi is getting married to the Yan Kingdom. I want to marry their crown prince, and I have to let him bring the Yan Kingdom to marry him. I should go there in person. Next time, I will meet your father and the Yan Kingdom ministers, and chat by the way. Let’s talk about the marriage.” Chu Qinghuang said, “Otherwise, the ministers of Yan State may not be able to arrange for you behind the scenes.”

Would the ministers of the Yan Kingdom be okay with losing the country even through a marriage?

"Don't pay attention to that." Fucang said, "Aren't Northern Xinjiang and Xiqi at war? Northern Xinjiang is retreating steadily, and the Xiqi soldiers are brave and powerful. In a few months, Northern Xinjiang's territory will be completely divided. Yan As a small country, we don’t dare to compete with Xiqi at this time.”

Chu Qinghuang hummed: "Having said that, you still have to pay the respect you deserve."

Fu Cang felt warm in his heart.

What respect does she have for the humble Yan Kingdom? You just need to respect him.

"Nuan Nuan," Fu Cang rubbed her legs, "Is it sore here?"

"What do you think?"

"If it's not sour..." Fu Cang coughed lightly, "Shall we continue?"