The cruel little princess

"You! You!" Princess Fukang had completely lost her usual dignified and reserved demeanor. Her pretty face flushed red, like a raging fire in spring.

The rage that burst out of her eyes seemed to burn the person in front of her to ashes. Her sharp voice cut through the stagnant air in the room, "Someone! Drag this damned bastard out of here! Beat him to death with sticks!"

Fu Junhua, who was waiting outside the room, was standing there bored. His body seemed lazy and casual, but his ears were always alert.

The princess's angry shout in the house was like a thunder, which instantly made him alert. He straightened his back, and a trace of determination and alertness flashed in his eyes.

He turned around and solemnly ordered the guards behind him: "Go! Protect the princess!"

After saying that, he took the lead and strode towards the door of the wing room. His footsteps made a dull and rapid sound on the stone road. The two guards followed closely behind him, with their postures upright and their hands on the hilts of their swords, as if facing a great enemy.

A group of people rushed into the wing room in a hurry.

At this moment, the yard was completely silent, yet there seemed to be an undercurrent surging.

The blushing "pornographic scene" just now was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, shocking everyone and leaving them at a loss.

The maids lowered their heads, but kept stealing glances at him from the corners of their eyes. Some of them had cheeks as red as ripe peaches.

The guards had different expressions. Some were dumbfounded, with shock written all over their faces. Some were trying to hold back their laughter, but they didn't dare to show it out loud, so they could only hold it in, with their shoulders shaking slightly.

Everyone felt as if their hearts were being scratched by a cat, full of curiosity, eagerly waiting to see who the man was who had an affair with Princess Fukang and was affectionately called "Brother Jin", and how this farce would end.

The night was as cold as ink, but outside the quiet rooms of Puning Temple, the atmosphere was like a bowstring stretched to the extreme, ready to explode at any moment.

Fu Junhua had a stern face and rushed into the room with a few guards like a wolf or a tiger. In a moment, he dragged a man out roughly.

In an instant, the blazing torches in the yard seemed to be cast a spell, and the flames shot up high, illuminating the man's face.

When everyone looked closely, they couldn't help but gasp in shock. The person who was dragged out was actually Zhu Chang, the former chief guard of Princess Fukang!

Back then, he was an extraordinary martial artist with a nimble figure, and he looked very majestic when beside the princess. But a competition changed everything. After one of his arms was cut off, he disappeared from everyone's sight like a bird with a broken wing. Who could have expected that he was lurking here.

For a moment, the eyes of everyone in the courtyard met vaguely, undercurrents surged, and the eye battle was obscure and fierce.

Fu Junhua was the first to break the silence, but his voice trembled with shock: "Zhu Chang! The princess has always regarded you as a confidant and has been very kind to you. How could you do such a thing? Why do you treat the princess like this..."

Zhu Chang first raised his head and burst into wild laughter. The laughter resounded through the corridors of the temple and startled several roosting birds.

"Haha! Lord Fu, what you said about 'treating me as a confidant' and 'showing great favor' is nothing more than treating me as a slave who can be summoned and dismissed at will!

I served the princess so well that I lost an arm, but she chased me away like a stray dog. Why?

Just because she is a princess and I am just a small guard? "

As he spoke, he used his intact arm to roughly wipe the messy hair on his temples. The hair was pulled into a mess, just like his current situation.

"Humph! I've lost my arm and been driven away. How can I live a life like a human being?

Wherever he went, he was bullied and humiliated, like the scum of the world.

Why can she enjoy the fine clothes and delicious food in the deep palace, while I have to struggle to survive in the mire, how can I accept it! "

Zhu Chang was filled with hatred, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, staring at the half-open door of the wing room, raising his voice as if he wanted to roar out the past grievances to the sky.

"Besides, the main culprit for my current miserable situation is your beloved princess!

That day, it was she who sent her trusted maid Cui Liu to tell me to pretend that the Meteor Needle had failed during the competition, but in reality, she wanted me to secretly kill Princess Jin!

"shut up!"

In the side room, Princess Fukang was frantically sorting her clothes, but the more anxious she was, the more tangled the complicated clothes became. Her fingertips were trembling and her heart was in a panic.

Zhu Chang, however, seemed to be mad and refused to give up: "Haha! I'm going to say it!

Just because I followed her instructions, my arm was cut off, and then she saw that I had become a disabled person and abandoned me like a piece of worn-out shoe.

The princess must have forgotten that if you don't get rid of the roots of the grass, it will grow again in the spring breeze!

At the post station, she was heavily guarded and I had no way to take action against her. But God didn't let me go, so I followed her to Puning Temple this time, hey!

She actually withdrew all the guards from the courtyard and lit the aphrodisiac incense unique to the Qinglong Palace!

If I hadn't happened to arrive, the one who would have been in trouble would have been her beloved 'Brother Jin'—His Royal Highness Prince Jin, right?"

Having said this, he glanced at Prince Jin with a complicated look. Between smart people, the hidden meanings are enough. Some things should be mentioned in time.

"You are the princess of Qinglong Country, yet you resorted to such despicable means to plot against the prince of another country. You are truly shameless!

But I, Zhu Chang, did not lose out either, as I even had a taste of a fleeting romance, haha!

Princess Fukang, you are truly bold and uninhibited. That feeling… was wonderful, and it still makes me savor it endlessly!"

Zhu Chang deliberately uttered foul language, each word directed at the princess in the room, but he also revealed the entire cause and effect, as well as the complicated nature of the matter.

Abbot Wuwo stood aside, with his hands clasped together, chanting the Buddha's name.

Seeing this scene, he opened his eyes wide with anger and said, "Amitabha! Amitabha!

How can we allow you to act so recklessly in the pure land of Buddhism? This is defiling the holy land of Buddhism and disturbing the quiet meditation in the temple!

I will definitely write to His Majesty, no matter if you are a princess or a noble, you must give justice to Puning Temple!"

Princess Fukang was in the room, her mind already consumed by rage. She threw on some clothes and rushed out, roaring, "Come here! Beat this bastard to death for me!"

Zhu Chang's mouth was bleeding, but he laughed miserably: "Haha! Even without the princess's order, I don't want to live anymore!

To die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost I will be romantic, and I have to thank the princess for making it happen!"

After he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood and his body went limp. It turned out to be the poison hidden in his own molars after biting it, and he died instantly on the spot.

At this point, the truth was revealed, and everyone knew that the man in the room was Zhu Chang, not the Prince Jin mentioned by the princess.

Princess Fukang did intend to plot against His Royal Highness Prince Jin.

Everyone present was a shrewd person, and Zhu Chang's words were like a key that unlocked all the secrets.

Shen Youyou sneered lightly, and then spoke a heartbreaking remark: "Hearing the princess's powerful voice, I believe she is safe and sound.

In this case, the rest is the princess's own "state affairs", and it is not convenient for us to interfere.

"Your Highness, I've been through this for so long and watched such a farce. I'm tired. Let's go back to our room."

His Royal Highness Prince Jin's face was full of doting, and he coaxed her gently: "Okay, okay, Princess, it's important, let's go and rest now."

Then, His Royal Highness Prince Jin turned to Abbot Wuwo and said loudly, "Abbot, I witnessed everything that happened today. I will join you in writing a petition to the Emperor, seeking justice for Puning Temple."

He knew in his heart that although he had not caused the disaster, he was still plotting against him. This time, he was just turning the passive situation into the active one...

Moreover, causing a scandal in this important Buddhist place is a great disrespect to the Buddha.

What’s more, Abbot Wuwo also helped him a lot today!

After a moment's thought, he added, "Tomorrow the King will send someone to bring incense money to help rebuild the Buddha's golden body."

Abbot Wuwo hurriedly folded his hands in thanks: "Amitabha! Thank you, Your Highness Prince Jin!"

Just as Shen Youyou and Prince Jin were about to turn around and return to their rooms, Princess Fukang, already fully dressed, stepped to the door of the wing room and shouted angrily, "Shen Youyou! Stop!"

Shen Youyou glanced at her, her face full of impatience: "You told me to stop, so I should stop? You're confused, but I'm very clear-headed. It's so cold, who's going crazy with you?"

Princess Fukang was furious when she heard this. She took a few steps forward and pointed at Shen Youyou with trembling fingertips: "Is it you?! Did you set up a trap to frame me?!"

"Haha!" Shen Youyou raised a mocking arc at the corner of her lips, and stared at Princess Fukang with cold eyes, as if her eyes could penetrate her.

At this moment, Princess Fukang's hair was disheveled and her makeup was stained by tears. She looked almost crazy, with her eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and anger.

Shen Youyou moved lightly with lotus steps, her posture was graceful but revealed a sharp aura, and her words were merciless.

"Frame you?! Princess Fukang, I saw you went out today, I am afraid you left your head in the bedroom, right?

It's ridiculous that you can say something so straightforward and obvious with such confidence!