The cruel little princess

Princess Fukang's eyebrows were curved, with a sweet smile on her lips. She raised her hand and gently stroked the back of the eldest prince's hand, speaking softly to comfort him. Every word was like a reassurance that fell into the eldest prince's heart.

The eldest prince's original depressed mood due to not having been in power for a long time and being suspected disappeared without a trace in an instant. He only felt relaxed and happy.

"Yes! It originally belonged to me. How could I allow them to covet it?!"

The eldest prince muttered to himself, as if to cheer himself up, or as if to declare his sovereignty to the world.

His gaze became more determined, and he was already immersed in the fantasy of grand ambitions.

"Your Highness, Fu Kang, please ask them to serve the food! I'm sure Your Highness is tired..."

Princess Fukang's eyes sparkled as she lifted her bare feet and slowly hooked them around the eldest prince's legs. Her slender ankles swayed slightly, with a touch of playfulness and teasing.

The eldest prince looked down and saw this scene, with an evil smile on his lips. He put his big hands around Princess Fukang's slender waist and pulled her hard. The distance between them was instantly shortened, their noses touched, and their warm breaths blended with each other.

"What's wrong? Is Fukang hungry?..."

He deliberately lowered his voice, his tone seductive, "No need to rush to serve the food, let me feed you first..."

As he spoke, his hands eagerly reached into Princess Fukang's clothes, and a new round of undressing battle between men and women began again.

For a moment, the temperature in the room rose sharply, clothes flew everywhere, and gasps and moans came one after another.

The eldest prince seemed to be possessed by a demon, his eyes only focused on the graceful figure of Princess Fukang, his hands freely wandering over her skin as white as mutton-fat jade;

Princess Fukang was also unable to control her emotions. She clung tightly to the eldest prince, her nails unconsciously digging into his arms, and she was immersed in this passionate pleasure.

Here are ten thousand words that cannot be described...

When the passion faded, the two of them lay in each other's arms, their hair intertwined with sweat, their faces full of laziness after being satisfied, as if all the troubles in the world had nothing to do with them, and only the tender sweetness at this moment was the most real.

As the lights come on, Zuixianju, which has been bustling all day, finally finds a moment of peace.

In the private room on the second floor, the two men had a fierce fight before they stopped. The air was still filled with the lingering smell of gunpowder and a hint of sweetness.

After a short rest, they sat down at the table filled with delicacies, clinking glasses and chatting happily, as if the troubles in the world had nothing to do with them.

Only after they had eaten and drunk their fill did they, under the careful cover and escort of their respective guards, quietly disappear into the night and merge into the vast crowd of the prosperous capital.

At the same time, a quiet side courtyard in Prince Jin's Mansion was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

Fu Junhua, who was nearly buried deep in the ground and had survived a near-death experience, seemed to have been reborn. He had completely lost the lethargy he had when he was on the verge of death. At this moment, he was sitting at the carved table with great energy, his hands stretched left and right, eating heartily, his cheeks bulging, and he was unaware of the oil stains on the corners of his lips.

Shen Youyou was wearing a simple silk dress, with a graceful figure and smiling eyes. She sat side by side with His Royal Highness Prince Jin. Both of them looked at Fu Junhua wolfing down his food with a "loving look on their faces."

Such kindness is by no means false. His Royal Highness Prince Jin secretly thought in his heart that he must be a competent brother-in-law in the future, so he lowered himself and came with Shen Youyou to care for this junior brother who had come back from the dead.

After all, in this treacherous situation, the more help you get, the greater your chances of winning.

An Er, an outstanding and impeccable secret guard under King Jin, usually hides in the dark, silently but controls the overall situation.

He was well versed in countless interrogation techniques, and those complicated and sophisticated methods were like his forte. He also knew how to execute people so as to minimize pain while cleverly magnifying the wounds infinitely, giving people the illusion of being seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Recalling the thrilling scene in Puning Temple, Fu Junhua was in tattered clothes and covered in blood. He seemed to be beaten to death with his skin torn and flesh exposed, but in fact, it was just a "skin injury" carefully crafted by An Er.

Those wounds that were torn into flesh looked scary, but they were actually just minor injuries and did not cause any serious damage to the bones.

As for the blood that was flowing out and staining the clothes red, it was actually the blood bag that Princess Shen Youyou had racked her brains to specially instruct others to bring with her before leaving.

This is a sacred place for Buddhism, where killing is strictly prohibited. Without the blood bags prepared in advance, how could such a bloody and realistic scene be created out of thin air?

Later, Fu Junhua seized the opportunity and took the Fiery Pill first.

In an instant, the effect of the medicine surged through the body like a raging heat wave, making the whole body burning hot and the high fever persisting, as if one was really being burned by a raging fire, which frightened others.

However, due to the strict rules between men and women, even though she was full of suspicion, Poison Lady would never rashly remove his clothes to carefully examine the wound.

If she insisted on checking the injury, Fu Junhua's painstakingly crafted disguise would be exposed in an instant.

Perhaps it was God's secret blessing that Fu Junhua's "suffering" this time was a heroic act of standing up and sacrificing his life to protect the dignity of Qinglong Kingdom and Princess Fukang in front of everyone.

Seeing how he was ready to die, the guards present respected him from the bottom of their hearts as a man of steel, so they did not have any doubts and gave him the respect and dignity he deserved.

After the illusion of high fever was set up, he took the fake death drug and took advantage of the panic and lack of attention from everyone to escape from danger.

"Haha!" Fu Junhua wiped his mouth and laughed heartily, "From now on, I am Wang Niuhulu Gang! The frightened and timid Fu Junhua of the past is no longer there!"

At this moment, he was leaning back in his chair comfortably, his brows and eyes relaxed, full of the joy of regaining his freedom.

Free from the constant fear of being discovered as a time traveler, the feeling of freedom is like a new life, indescribable.

"Oh, right, Sister You!" Wang Gang swallowed the fragrant roast chicken in his mouth, slurping the taste with his tongue for a few times, secretly evaluating it in his heart. "Hmm, although the taste is okay, it can't compare to the skill of cooking it myself..."

His thoughts drifted away, and he quickly came back to his senses, and said to Shen Youyou sternly, "Sister You, the Qinglong Kingdom's brazen attack on our Jinlong Kingdom was by no means accidental. There is a lot of hidden secrets behind it, and it was because our Jinlong Kingdom had an insider response!

The insider knew about the plague in Tongniu County and deliberately leaked the secret, which led to such a disaster!"

Wang Gang's words were like thunderclaps out of the blue, instantly silencing the room.

"what?!"

Shen Youyou's slender hand trembled, and the teacup in her hand almost fell to the ground. Her originally gentle face was instantly covered with a layer of frost, and her expression was solemn and serious.

In the case of the plague in Tongniu County, she and His Royal Highness Prince Jin personally rushed to the epidemic area. After going through many hardships and unraveling the mystery, they found out that the mastermind behind the plague was Zhang Haoyang, the then Minister of War.

But how could the war between these two countries be connected to the plague in Tongniu County for no reason?

His Royal Highness Prince Jin's brows were furrowed, his eyes narrowed slightly, his mind racing. After thinking carefully for a while, he raised his eyes and stared at Wang Gang, saying in a deep voice, "But Zhang Haoyang?!"

Wang Gang frowned, his face full of confusion, and after a long pause he spoke hesitantly: "Zhang Haoyang? ... I really don't know.

I just happened to hear Princess Fukang mention it, and she only said it was the Minister of War..."

"Minister of War? Zhang Haoyang was the Minister of War before!"

His Royal Highness Prince Jin raised his eyebrows and quickly explained, "How did you hear Princess Fukang say that? What secrets are hidden behind this matter? Tell me quickly!"

Wang Gang's eyes rolled, and with a cunning intention of keeping the secret, he said in a long tone: "This matter is a long story..."

"Then let's make a long story short!"

Prince Jin and his wife looked at each other and shouted in unison.

After they finished speaking, they smiled at each other as if they had telepathy. The tacit understanding and warmth flowing between their eyebrows were like shining sparks.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Wang was just about to make a joke about the tacit understanding between the two of them when he was met with a sharp warning from Shen Youyou to shut up, and he shut up obediently in an instant.

He coughed lightly twice and continued, "At that time, Princess Fukang believed that I was about to die, so she spoke without restraint. She said she would make my brother-in-law suffer, so that he would never be able to stand up again and would never be able to ascend to the supreme throne..."

As Wang Gang spoke, he recalled Princess Fukang's murderous eyes at that time, and subconsciously shrank his neck, feeling a chill on the back of his neck.

"She mentioned that there were hidden accomplices within the Golden Dragon Nation. Even though the Minister of War is dead, there are still many people who are unwilling to accept the fate of the country...

Well, that’s about it.”

As for Princess Fukang's harsh words cursing Shen Youyou and His Royal Highness Prince Jin, he naturally did not dare to repeat them truthfully and quietly swallowed them back.

Just kidding, it was Princess Fukang who disliked everything about her brother-in-law, not him. It’s better for him not to say those dirty words!

I had to avoid angering my brother-in-law and losing my support. What should I do?!

If you want to live a good life, strong thighs are indispensable! It must be said that they are both talents of China's new century. Wang Gang and Shen Youyou had the same idea when they hugged the emperor's thighs to ask for guidance!