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

The original owner was a skilled martial artist, and there were many skilled guards in the princess's mansion, so she didn't need the shadow guards' personal protection. The only reason she asked Fu Cang to come was to torture him.

Chu Qinghuang was a person who couldn't be reasoned with. She could drag Fu Cang out for any reason and beat him up - no matter whether the reason was reasonable or not, and no matter whether Fu Cang was deliberately framed.

In normal times, even if he was seriously injured, Fu Cang was not eligible for preferential treatment. Most of the time, he was either hiding on the beam or in the corner behind the curtain. The original owner Chu Qinghuang didn't care whether he was seriously injured or not, or whether his wound hurt.

Even when resting, he was in a highly alert environment, and it was difficult to sleep well.

That is, the shadow guards from the dark pavilion were strong and used to all kinds of hardships, otherwise it would be difficult for them to live to the age of 20.

Chu Qinghuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly felt the slight strange sound coming again.

She frowned, turned her head to look at the brocade couch outside the screen, listened quietly for a while, and confirmed that it was the same as before.

She got up and walked out.

The boy was lying on the brocade couch, curled up in the blanket, but still shivering uncontrollably, looking like he was in the cold winter, shivering in the ice and snow.

Chu Qinghuang frowned deeply, and couldn't help but put out her hand to test his forehead.

The boy was suddenly awakened, grabbed Chu Qinghuang's hand like lightning, and was about to use a killing move, but when his eyes touched Chu Qinghuang's eyebrows, he quickly withdrew his hand and knelt on the ground with a bang.

Chu Qinghuang didn't say anything, and stared at the top of his head in silence.

The forehead that her fingertips touched just now was as cold as ice, without any temperature.

Chu Qinghuang was really puzzled, the boy who was fine during the day... no, it should be said that he was extremely normal when he was awake, but he was as cold as ice when he fell asleep?

What on earth is going on?

"Are you cold?" she asked calmly.

Fu Cang was slightly startled, then lowered his eyebrows and said: "Master, I am not cold."

Chu Qinghuang thought for a while, "Go to sleep on my bed."

The young man froze: "I dare not."

"You have forgotten what I said?"

Fu Cang's face changed slightly, remembering what she said yesterday about unconditional obedience to orders. Even though he knew it was against the rules, he had no room to resist.

"Yes."

Chu Qinghuang turned and walked back.

This time she just leaned against the head of the bed, not lying down, but quietly looking at Fu Cang. Fu Cang was obviously facing such a situation for the first time. His steps were stiff and his expression was at a loss. He looked like he was being forced into prostitution.

"You can use my quilt."

Fu Cang unconsciously clenched his hands. It was the end of spring, and there was no chill even at night. Ordinary people didn't need to cover themselves thickly, not to mention that he was a shadow with strong martial arts.

Even though there was only a thin quilt on the bed, he...

Chu Qinghuang quietly watched the little shadow guard's tangled and embarrassed expression. Somehow, she suddenly found it interesting. Her years of loneliness and coldness had unconsciously changed, and her voice unconsciously became a little more careless and lazy: "Do you need me to hold you?"

Fu Cang was shocked and dared not delay any longer. He took off his shoes and lay down on the bed neatly.

Chu Qinghuang said: "Go a little inside."

Fu Cang moved stiffly to the inside, his expression was pale, and only a pair of dark eyes looked at Chu Qinghuang uneasily, but he soon realized that such a look was also disrespectful, and hurriedly closed his eyes to show respect.

Chu Qinghuang raised her eyebrows.

She suddenly found that this little shadow guard was quite interesting. Normally, he had no emotional fluctuations, was calm and indifferent, and was not affected by anything in the outside world, but this reaction at this time was really beyond her expectation. He was much more interesting than Feng Jinzhi, the man who was inconsistent on the outside.

Chu Qinghuang pulled the quilt over and threw it to him: "Cover yourself."

Fu Cang pulled the quilt stiffly. Although he was not cold at all, he could not disobey the master's order.

After being woken up several times tonight, Chu Qinghuang's sleepiness was completely gone, and Fu Cang's reaction after falling asleep always made her feel strange. She wanted to observe more, so she said lightly: "Sleep."

Fu Cang responded, his whole body was stiff as a stone, and he closed his eyes tremblingly.

Chu Qinghuang did not sleep or move, just leaning against the head of the bed and watching, naturally did not miss the trembling eyelashes - a completely different contrast from the strong and fierce shadow guard during the day, which aroused some strange interest in Chu Qinghuang's heart.

Time passed little by little.

Chu Qinghuang did not move, and Fu Cang, who was lying flat on the bed, put his hands flat on his abdomen, sleeping in a very well-behaved and well-behaved posture, completely lost the usual vigilance of the shadow guard, and the initial stiff posture slowly relaxed with the light sleep that soon came.

When his eyelashes stopped trembling, Chu Qinghuang knew that he was really asleep.

The training of the shadow guards was harsh. Years of inhuman training had long made them accustomed to being on guard even when sleeping. Moreover, the shadow guards did not have a completely comfortable diet and rest environment. In addition to irregular diet, they did not have soft beds to sleep. Most of the time, they were either hanging on the beams, hiding in trees, or hiding in a quiet corner.

This irregular diet and rest is extremely harmful to the body, so the life span of the shadow guards is usually very short.

Chu Qinghuang frowned slightly, and was thinking about entering into a trance, but saw that Fu Cang's body began to shrink slowly again. The thin blanket was wrapped around him like a cocoon, but he still looked cold, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Chu Qinghuang frowned again.

This symptom was really strange. Even though she was well-informed, she had never seen such a strange thing. She decided to find a doctor to take his pulse and check his physical condition after dawn.

Chu Qinghuang was thinking deeply, but she saw the silkworm pupa wrapped in a quilt moving towards her little by little. She didn't know if it was subconsciously looking for warmth. Not long after, it stretched out its hand from the quilt and hugged Chu Qinghuang's waist tightly.

Chu Qinghuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes fell on her waist. She looked at it expressionlessly and didn't move for a long time.

If she was not sure that he would not remember anything after waking up, Chu Qinghuang would definitely suspect that he did it on purpose. However, her eyes fell on Fu Cang's gradually calming body, and she couldn't help wondering, he wouldn't feel cold if he hugged her to sleep?

She was more useful than quilts and blankets?

If she woke him up now, would he be scared to death because of her rude and offensive behavior, and then kneel on the ground to apologize again?