The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 182 The Abused Princess (33)

Fusang originally thought that Sheng Lianshu would bring him to Xiao Chen's side.

But he ordered the two eunuchs to send Fusang back to Feishuang Palace, then turned around and left.

Along the way, the two young eunuchs did not dare to talk to Fusang, and sent her back safely in silence.

Fusang's nominal identity is a lowly palace maid, but no one in Feishuang Palace really dares to use her as a palace maid.

Everyone was busy with their work in an orderly manner, trying to treat Fusang as air, neither actively chatting with her nor ordering her to work.

Fusang, the air man, sighed helplessly and walked out of the palace in boredom.

She seemed to be wandering aimlessly, secretly taking note of the layout of Feishuang Palace in her mind.

Some places were guarded by guards with knives, but Fusang took a long look and avoided them.

The entire Feishuang Hall is very large, and the guards are extremely strict, with guards patrolling every now and then.

Fusang thought, with such a strict defense, let alone an assassin, it would be impossible for a strange bird to fly in.

Time passed by in a flash, and Xiao Chen didn't come back until night fell.

Fusang hesitated between the soft couch and the dragon bed, and finally took a reluctant look at the soft and warm dragon bed, and climbed onto the soft couch with his clothes on.

In the middle of the night, she felt that someone hugged her, and the familiar ambergris surrounded her.

Fusang relaxed her vigilance, and the safe embrace made her fall asleep again.

Seeing that the new year was approaching and the imperial court was closed for bathing, Xiao Chen didn't have to go to court in the morning, except for occasional discussions with courtiers in Zichen Hall, the rest of the time he spent reviewing papers in Feishuang Hall.

Fusang is miserable, although others dare not order her, but Xiao Chen dares.

And it's getting easier and easier to use, grinding, making tea, serving meals, and even taking a bath has to be ordered by her.

These are obviously Sheng Lianshu's jobs.

Fusang held the bath towel and gave Sheng Lianshu a sad look.

Sheng Lianshu turned sideways silently, avoiding Fusang's resentful gaze.

These days, she also tried to use mental power again, but no matter whether it was mental detection, hypnosis or mind control, it had no effect on Xiao Chen.

He seems to be immune to all mental attacks.

Fusang let out a long and mournful sigh.

The task is difficult and the road is long and difficult.

The imperial soup where the emperor bathed was very luxurious, and the steam from the warm water in the spacious soup pool carried a scent.

Xiao Chen leaned against the side of the soup pool with open arms, his narrow eyes were lightly closed, and he looked very comfortable after soaking.

This man is here to beat her.

Fusang waved his fist behind him, and reluctantly knelt down beside him.

The hot air blurred the coldness between his brows, and the thick and slender eyelashes were still dripping with water. The scratches on his face were much lighter, and he couldn't see it unless he looked carefully.

At this time, he looked a little less domineering and oppressive, and his gentle appearance was not like an emperor who had the power of life and death, but like a brother next door.

It's all an illusion.

Fusang withdrew his gaze and complained silently.

Soak the long towel in his hand in the warm pool water, twist it slightly, put the warm long towel on Xiao Chen's arm and gently wipe it.

He always closed his eyes and enjoyed Fusang's service very calmly.

Xiao Chen practiced martial arts all the year round, the muscles on his arms are very smooth, tight but not exaggerated.

Fuso swallowed quietly while scrubbing.

It's all hormones!

The long towel wiped his back, and Fusang paused slightly as he looked at the scars all over his back.

Xiao Chen's back was covered with scars in all directions, the old wounds and new wounds were superimposed, it was shocking to watch.

It is not difficult to imagine how much suffering he has suffered since childhood as a proton.

But the original owner had never participated in bullying him, and he shouldn't have imposed this suffering on the original owner.

Feeling Fusang's hand stop on his scar, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, his eyes as deep as the night stared at Fusang's face, he suddenly called her: "An Luan."

(End of this chapter)