Chapter 401: Your Subordinates Can Do It

Back at Jiuhua Palace, Chu Qinghuang pointed at the bed: "Lie over and take off your clothes."

Fucang's face turned red and he wanted to escape from this place countless times, but he couldn't bear the rare opportunity to meet his master.

He would never have imagined that such an embarrassing thing would happen on the first night he met his master. He didn't know how to place his hands and feet.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Chu Qinghuang looked at him calmly, "Want to resist the decree?"

Fucang's expression changed, "I don't dare."

"Why didn't I see that you were afraid?"

Fucang pursed his lips, endured the heat on his face, and walked slowly towards the bed in the inner hall. Halfway there, he suddenly turned around and looked at Chu Qinghuang pitifully, trying to make a final death struggle. : "Only the emperor can sleep on the dragon bed, and his subordinates dare not violate the rules."

"I am the emperor, so I can do whatever I say." Chu Qinghuang said in a domineering tone, "Do you have any objections?"

Don't dare to have an opinion.

Fucang finally gave up and resigned himself to his fate, walked over and lay down on the bed, burying his head in the pillow like an ostrich.

Chu Qinghuang almost couldn't help laughing.

It stands to reason that this guy has been out for more than half a year, and he has gained a lot of experience by following his father. So many masters on Cangyun Mountain have fought against him.

Since his father allowed him to come out and complete the mission this time, it shows that he has a general understanding of the situation in various countries, and even understands the essence of "soldiers, deceitful ways". How come he is still so innocent now?

Chu Qinghuang restrained her expression and walked slowly over. Her walking voice was not loud, but it seemed that every step she took was stepping on the heart of a certain young man.

"Do you want to suffocate yourself to death?" Chu Qinghuang stood in front of the bed, looking at someone who didn't dare to raise his head. His tone was calm and full of majesty, "How can you sleep with someone so timid and shy in the future?"

Go to bed?

Fu Cang's spirit perked up and he raised his head instantly: "I can do it, my subordinate!"

"What can you do?" Chu Qinghuang's eyes were deep, "Do you know what is going on in bed?"

Fucang was silent for a moment.

"Why don't you take off your clothes?" Chu Qinghuang's voice was indifferent, "A man should stand upright, but he is always so shy, like an innocent little daughter-in-law, how can he sleep with her in the future?"

Fu Xiangu's roots flushed, "I can learn from this..."

"How to learn?"

Fucang: "..."

The air seemed to be still for a moment, and Fu Cang was tangled in his heart. He was both looking forward to it and feeling an inexplicable uneasiness.

Skin-to-skin intimacy is an irresistible temptation for every couple who likes each other, but the gap in status and the psychological mentality of always looking up to him make him always regard his master as a god, so that he will feel guilty about blasphemy every time.

"Need me to help you?"

Fu Cang came to his senses and shook his head quickly: "I don't dare."

With that said, with a determination to die early and be reborn, he quickly took off his pants, lay down on the bed again, closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

It was obviously the hot summer, but he always felt a chill...

"It's so miserable." Chu Qinghuang looked at the scars on his fair buttocks and thighs. After these days, the swelling has long disappeared, but the bruises are still clearly visible, "Does it hurt?"

Fu Cang replied in a muffled voice: "It's okay."

It did hurt when he was beaten, but he could bear it.

Chu Qinghuang stretched out her fingers and poked the tip of his buttocks. It was full of elasticity and said, "This buttocks is quite nice."

Fucang's face turned red, and the numbness made him uneasy. He felt that his face was burning, as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his face.

The master is teasing him.

"Strong and elastic, it feels good to the touch." Chu Qinghuang felt that it was not enough, so she simply rubbed it hard and then patted it, "Tsk, you are so good."

Fucang tilted his head, his face turned red, and he looked a little more coquettish for no reason: "Have you checked, Master?"

"Not yet." Chu Qinghuang sat down on the edge of the bed, "What? Are you not willing to let me check you?"

"I don't dare." Fucang explained, "I just want to serve my master well."

Instead of being teased by the master like this.

"Do I need to give you medicine?" Chu Qinghuang lightly traced the bruises with her fingers, knowing that after these days, there is no need to give you medicine, "How about I wait for you tonight?"

The slender fingertips seemed to have magic power. Goosebumps flew everywhere they touched, and Fu Cang's body couldn't help but start to tremble, "No... no need, I don't dare."

He was worried that he was powerless and that his master was too good at bullying.