After the divorce, the princess was forced to raise a sickly villain

The darkness fell, and the night wind was blowing gently.

A young man dressed in black came in the night, and walked up the steps lightly. His slender figure entered the palace as agile as a leopard, and reported respectfully: "The Sixth Princess signaled Feng Jinzhi to stabilize His Highness, and asked him to take the initiative to show goodwill to His Highness in order to regain His Highness's favor for him."

The words were concise and to the point, without any extra nonsense.

Chu Qinghuang was sitting in front of the window reading a book. Hearing this, he said calmly: "Are they gone?"

"Yes."

Chu Qinghuang raised the corner of her mouth imperceptibly. She really came and left as she said, and really treated the princess's mansion as their backyard.

She raised her eyes and looked at the young shadow guard, raised her hand and waved: "Come here."

Fu Cang stepped forward quickly and knelt in front of Chu Qinghuang.

This time, Chu Qinghuang did not correct his kneeling action, but lightly ordered: "Stretch out your hand."

Fu Cang did it without resistance.

Chu Qinghuang pinched his wrist, which made Fu Cang stiffen unnoticeably.

It was a fatal mistake for a martial artist to have his pulse controlled. If the other party wanted to kill him, he would not even have room to resist.

However, this person was his master.

Fu Cang lowered his eyes, forcing himself to relax his tense nerves, and his back bent down with his head lowered, showing a respectful and docile posture.

Chu Qinghuang carefully felt his pulse with her fingertips, and after a moment, she let go of his wrist: "Go wash up, there is no other task tonight, go to bed early."

"Yes."

Fu Cang got up and left.

Chu Qinghuang sat alone for a while, got up and walked to the inner room and lay down on the bed.

Although it was dark outside, it was far from time to go to bed. However, she had just arrived here and could not accept many things too quickly. She needed to think more during her free time.

There is no problem with the emperor now. As long as the problem of the treasury and tribute is solved, the eldest princess Chu Qinghuang will become the most trustworthy person in front of the emperor. No matter how violent she is, she will do her own thing, or how many unorthodox things she does, the emperor will tolerate her - after all, compared to tolerating a princess's temper, the stability of the country is obviously a hundred times more important.

As the eldest princess in charge of the secret cabinet, Chu Qinghuang has the confidence to be arrogant and domineering.

As for the interest disputes among the concubines in the palace, the disputes among the princes for the throne, and the party disputes among the court officials and dignitaries, they can all be left for later.

Chu Qinghuang suddenly remembered something.

It seems that there are still a few servants in her backyard who have not come out to meet.

Chu Qinghuang has taken in four handsome young men in the past two years, and she stopped this ridiculous behavior until she met Feng Jinzhi, but she did not propose to send those who had already entered the mansion away, and Feng Jinzhi did not mention it either.

Such a big thing happened in the mansion yesterday and today. The most favored son-in-law was beaten with a stick and punished to kneel. None of the servants came out to watch the fun?

Chu Qinghuang was thinking, and there was a slight sound of footsteps in the outer hall.

She turned her head and saw Fu Cang coming back from washing and lying on the brocade couch in the outer hall with his clothes on.

This young man has a very high level of cultivation. Normally, he can come and go without a trace, as silent as a shadow at night. However, when he is alone with Chu Qinghuang in the bedroom, he will consciously release a little breath, and the footsteps will not be completely hidden, but controlled within the range that Chu Qinghuang can detect but will not disturb her.

Chu Qinghuang retracted her sight and lay flat on the bed, her eyes fell on the curtain embroidered with complicated phoenix patterns above.

Tonight is probably the earliest night that Chu Qinghuang and Fu Cang go to bed.

Chu Qinghuang was awakened by a series of strange noises at night. The noises were not loud and separated by a screen, so ordinary people might not be able to hear them. However, Chu Qinghuang was a martial artist, so the slight noises were enough to wake her up.

There was a light on in the inner hall. She stood up and looked outside the hall, and found that the noises came from the direction of the brocade couch.

Chu Qinghuang was suspicious and walked out of the hall. She suddenly found that the young shadow guard who was sleeping in his clothes was shivering constantly.

Cold?

Chu Qinghuang frowned and subconsciously turned her head to look at the window. The carved window was closed, and no night wind blew in. Moreover... she looked down at herself. She was wearing a thin nightgown after taking a bath, and she didn't feel very cold.

It was late spring and early summer. The temperature at night was not as high as that during the day, but the temperature difference was not large. For a strong warrior, it was not so cold that he would shiver.

Chu Qinghuang stood for a moment and found that the boy's lips were frozen white, and his body curled up unconsciously, which was obviously not a disguise.

Chu Qinghuang pondered in his heart, turned around and walked to the window, knocked on the window very lightly, and saw that the boy who was lying on the brocade couch and trembling constantly suddenly shuddered, like a ghost in the night, and jumped up in an instant, rushed to the window like lightning, and almost broke through the window until Chu Qinghuang's gorgeous and noble face suddenly appeared in his sight.

The action of breaking the window stopped abruptly.

Fu Cang's hands had even made a killing move. When he was close, he could even clearly see the ruthless murderous intent in his eyes. However, when he saw Chu Qinghuang, these turned into respect and obedience in an instant, and his eyes returned to calm.

Fu Cang knelt down silently.

"Get up."

Fu Cang stood up. Chu Qinghuang looked at his face. The unusual paleness just now was gone. Fu Cang looked no different from the daytime, as if the trembling just now was her illusion.

Turning around and sitting in front of the couch, Chu Qinghuang said: "Have you been poisoned?"

Fu Cang raised his eyes, his eyes were confused for a moment, and then he slowly shook his head: "I don't know."

Don't know?

Chu Qinghuang frowned: "Will there be abnormal reactions that make you feel uncomfortable from time to time?"

Fu Cang looked confused: "No."

No?

Chu Qinghuang frowned, that was really weird.

"Go back to sleep." Chu Qinghuang took a blanket from the cupboard and gave it to him, "Take this."

Fu Cang was startled, staring at the blanket thrown into his hands, and lowered his head helplessly: "I dare not."

"Take it if I ask you to use it."

"Yes."

Chu Qinghuang lay down on the bed again, and the way the original owner and Fu Cang got along with each other in the past emerged in his mind.