The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Chapter 138 Fusang really hides Jiaojiao

Prince Qi immediately ordered his men to take the portrait from his hand.

When I first saw him, I was so scared that I immediately lowered my head and broke out in sweat. Oh my God, I was recognized!

Fusang held her in his arms.

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense. Chu Yang and I have been childhood sweethearts. How could she be Princess Zhan? Besides, there are tens of millions of people in the world. It's not surprising even if there are people who look similar!"

"Royal brother, even if Chu Yang is not the Princess of Zhan, if rumors spread to Lingyin Country and if the King of Zhan thinks that she is the Princess of Zhan, then my royal brother, Jing Muyang is not someone you can easily mess with."

"If she is not his princess, then she is not his princess. What else does Jing Muyang want? Is he going to learn from his father?" The emperor became angry when he heard this.

The emperor's tone gave Chu Jian a headache. It seemed that her father-in-law had really snatched the queen of Nan Bang.

"Royal brother, the War King is probably more than that. I heard that he swore to the heavens in front of the emperor that he would only marry his princess for the rest of his life. He dotes on her extremely much and is quite paranoid. He is capable of anything.

Last time in Qingshui Town, he threatened to destroy Nanbang if Princess Zhan was not handed over! If he decided that Chuyang was his princess, I'm afraid Nanbang would be in flames again!"

At this time, the portrait was presented, and Prince Qi opened it directly to show the ministers in the hall, and finally presented it to the emperor.

"This portrait is exactly like Chu Yang, my brother, we have to be on guard!"

The emperor looked at Chu Jian who was buried in Fusang's arms with sinister eyes, "Chu Yang, raise your head!"

Chu Jian curled up in Fusang's arms and trembled. No matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn't think straight. He didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. He had no idea at all.

"Father, there's no need to look. Chu Yang does look like Princess Zhan..."

"Raise your head!" the emperor interrupted Fuso harshly.

I was frightened when I first saw him, and I didn't even dare to look up. What should I do? What should I do!

Fuso pressed her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Father! So what if Chu Yang looks like Princess Zhan! She was with me five or six years ago. I don't know where Princess Zhan was at that time. I didn't choose the woman according to her, so what does it have to do with him!"

"Fusang, then tell us where Chuyang came from? What is his identity?" King Qi asked.

"She is the orphan girl taken in by the owner of the medical clinic in Qingshui Town!"

"Humph! That's not what your maid said. She said Chu Yang was rescued from the river when you were in Lingyin Country! That was the day after Qingming Festival." King Qi said grimly.

"Which maid said that? Nonsense!"

"Before, you had a female doctor named Furong, who was her maid."

Xiaohong? When she first saw him, her legs went weak and she was about to fall. Oh my god, King Qi had found a witness. Many people knew about the rescue that day. It was accurate one by one.

Fusang grabbed her waist and stared at Prince Qi, his teeth gritting.

Xiaohong had repeatedly made things difficult for Chujian, so she transferred Furong away from Jinling. She had clearly given them instructions, but she didn't expect that the master and servant would actually leak the secret to Prince Qi!

As for Prince Qi, he just saw that the big ship was heading back to Jinling first, so he asked someone to find out about it and found out that someone was rescued on the way. The master and servant of Furong were just a trick he pulled out at random, but he didn't expect that the trick would work and Fusang would be fooled.

Fuso remained silent, and the atmosphere in the palace was inexplicably tense.

At this time, a childish voice came from outside the hall, "Daddy!"

Fusang turned around and Fengyu quickly ran into the hall and hugged his legs, raising his little head, "Daddy, there are so many big houses here, Fengyu has been looking for you for a long time!"

Fuso stroked Fengyu's little head.

Feng Yu pulled Chu Jian's clothes again, rubbed her legs and acted coquettishly, "Mother~"

When they first saw this little girl, Xiaohong said that she was rescued from the river, and naturally she also told her about Fengyu's origins. Wouldn't it be suicide to come here at this time?

She held Feng Yu in front of her with trembling hands.

It's over, everything is over. Although she doesn't understand why Fuso is still protecting her, it doesn't mean that she can be protected.

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A figure came in from outside the hall after Feng Yu.

"Imperial Master! The Imperial Master is back!" someone shouted.

"I pay my respects to His Majesty. May His Majesty be well and at peace!"

A familiar voice was heard, causing Chu Jian to suddenly pop his head out from Fusang's arms.

"Old...old man?" Isn't this Mr. Fang Lin?

"Hmm? Chu...chu...chu girl?"

It was obvious that Mr. Fang Lin was more shocked than her. He was so confused that he almost called her name.

“Wuwuwu…Grandpa Fanglin!”

She burst into tears when she saw him for the first time. She got out of Fusang's arms and ran to Mr. Fanglin and hugged his arms. This was the first familiar person she had seen in several months.

"Master! Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time, wuwuwu..."

"I...you..." Mr. Fanglin saw that she was incoherent and pointed at her stomach, feeling a chill on his back, "How...how did you..."

“Wow….wah…” Chu Jian cried even louder.

What can she say about this? What can she say about this!

Mr. Fanglin felt her pulse, his face very heavy, "Don't cry, the fetal pulse is unstable, control your emotions, be careful of miscarriage! Fusang, hold her, and quickly bring a chair over!"

She stopped crying when she first met him, and Mr. Fanglin held her pulse tightly without letting go.

"It's been more than seven months. Didn't I tell you to drink it at least until the beginning of summer? Why don't you listen?"

"Master..." I didn't know why he was angry at first, but judging from his expression, it seemed that the matter was very serious.

Beginning of Summer? Are you talking about the soup with contraceptive medicine added?

Mr. Fanglin looked anxious and flustered. Then a chair came up and he said, "Sit down first. We'll talk about this later."

Everyone in the palace was stunned by this scene, especially Prince Qi. When did Chu Yang know the Imperial Master? And was he his apprentice?

"Your Majesty, Chu girl is my last disciple. If she has done anything wrong, I beg Your Majesty to spare her life." Mr. Fanglin lifted his clothes, knelt on the ground and bowed deeply.

"The Imperial Master's last disciple?"

The emperor repeated this sentence and the hall became lively again. Except for the crown prince, it would be harder than ascending to heaven to become a disciple of the imperial teacher.

"Yes, she is my last disciple. I beg Your Majesty to spare her life!"

"Yes, yes, yes, get up. Since you are the disciple of the Imperial Master, you are definitely not Princess Zhan."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your permission!" Mr. Fanglin was so panicked that he pretended to be calm and stood up.

The emperor was happy now, and didn't care whether she looked like Princess Zhan or not.

"I heard that she is an orphan. Now that she is a disciple of the Imperial Master, that's even better. I have just issued an edict to confer her the title of Princess Qingyang and give her to Fusang as the Crown Princess. What do you think?"

This was another hard blow to Mr. Fanglin. He had just returned to Jinling last night, and as soon as he got up today, Chi Yun and Feng Yu came to his door.

He thought Fuso really had a girl named Jiaojiao hidden, so he went to the palace specially to rescue Fuso. He just made up a lie and testified that the girl was an orphan adopted by the shopkeeper, which would not have much impact. However, he did not expect that he had just met the girl.

"Your Majesty, this matter requires long-term consideration."

"Why? She's pregnant with Fusang's child and is about to give birth!"

Mr. Fanglin stood up and looked at Chu Jian with a sullen face.

It’s been more than seven months, and it’s almost seven months until Qingming Festival, just a few days difference.

It’s hard to say.

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