Chapter 1356: Bet on Chu Ping’s Happiness
Chu Ping kept Qingmei’s instructions in mind.
It was actually his day off, but he still came to the Xiuluo Guard.
He chatted with one person, then bantered with another for a while.
Chu Ping’s peripheral vision frequently glanced toward Feng Fuce, who was sitting inside, handling official duties.
Their Marquis was undistracted, his expression calm and focused on his tasks.
At lunchtime, Lei Hu and a few brothers came over to greet him.
"Chu Ping? You’re off duty today, why are you here? Perfect timing, we were planning to eat at De Yue Building outside the palace, join us?"
Chu Ping coughed lightly: "You guys go ahead, I have a few things to finish here, next time."
Lei Hu was a bit puzzled.
Guoguo beside him crossed his arms and snorted: "Usually, when it comes to eating together, Chu Ping is the most eager."
Liu Jiru also nodded and laughed: "Chu Ping is about to get married, it’s understandable he’s steadier than before."
Feng Fuce had already stood up by this time; at this hour, he would accompany Bai Zhi’er at Ruizhu Palace.
Chu Ping was well aware of the Marquis’ schedule.
He quickly waved his hand, urging the others: "I really have things to do today, let’s chat next time!"
Saying that, he scurried over to Feng Fuce: "Marquis~"
Feng Fuce glanced at him sideways, coldly saying: "Ran into trouble?"
"No!"
"Then why are you calling so obsequiously?" Feng Fuce coolly adjusted his collar and strode outside: "Just say whatever it is."
Chu Ping quickly followed behind him: "Marquis, I’m just about to get married."
"Hmm, and?" Feng Fuce said as he passed Lei Hu and Guoguo.
They hurriedly greeted the Marquis, Feng Fuce nodded casually and walked ahead of them.
Lei Hu watched Chu Ping following behind Feng Fuce, with such a cautious demeanor.
He couldn’t help but shake his head.
Liu Jiru quickly asked: "Why is Brother Hu sighing?"
Lei Hu said: "I feel Chu Ping is going to get punished again."
Guoguo and Liu Jiru immediately gathered around Lei Hu, adopting a listening stance.
Lei Hu pointed at Chu Ping’s expression: "Whenever he has something sensitive to say, ready to ask the Marquis for help, he looks like that."
"As for whether the Marquis punishes him or not, it depends on the Marquis’ mood."
Guoguo nodded in agreement, teasingly: "It’s not the Marquis’ mood that counts, it’s the Princess’ mood!"
"If the Princess is in a good mood, the Marquis will be too; but if she’s not, Chu Ping can expect a heavy punishment."
Upon hearing this, Liu Jiru grinned, somewhat scholarly: "In that case, shall we make a wager?"
"I bet that Chu Ping won’t get punished today; if I lose, lunch is on me."
Guoguo was intrigued, eyes lighting up: "Then I’ll bet he definitely will get punished! If I lose, I’ll cover lunch."
Lei Hu feigned seriousness: "In Xiuluo Guard, how can we gamble on our colleague’s affairs?"
Liu Jiru and Guoguo both looked at him.
"Brother Hu, aren’t you betting?"
Lei Hu silently looked at the already distant Chu Ping and Feng Fuce.
Chu Ping seemed to already be reprimanded, with a shrinking neck and lowered head, like a chick beside an eagle.
The look on Feng Fuce’s face wasn’t visible, but the cold aura the Marquis emitted was palpable even several paces away.
This is a sure-win situation.
Lei Hu couldn’t help but quietly say: "I’ll bet the same as Guoguo, he will get punished."
"If I lose, Guoguo and I’ll split the meal cost."
The other two laughed: "Deal!"