Above the cruise ship.

Princess Pingyang lies lazily on a soft collapse, resting her head on a monk's legs, and a faint smile on her face.

The monk was quite young, with a fair face as white as jade, and a handsome expression. Even though he had no hair on his forehead, he had a sense of secular origin, which made people fall into it.

Even the maid standing around couldn't help but glance at the monk with a look of shame.

The dignified princess, royal relatives and nobles, actually lay on the leg of a monk.

If such a scene is seen by the Confucian ministers of the Tang Dynasty, they will inevitably be criticized and scolded.

But Princess Pingyang doesn't care, she has long been used to this kind of life.

What's more, singing and dancing in this old house has long made Princess Pingyang lose her heart to fight for power. Some of the former enemies will no longer take her to heart when she sees that Princess Pingyang is not threatened, and will no longer take her to heart and enjoy it with her.

"Haha, this is a war slave trained by Master Wuchen himself."

Princess Pingyang shook her head: "These lowly war slaves are too weak to bear my whip at all. There are many disabled war slaves in the backyard. They whip a few times and chop the flesh and tear them a little, which is like a useless person. It's simply boring."

The close friends in the boudoir around Princess Pingyang are all the ladies from wealthy families in the Shendu City. They go out and have a group of slaves, and go in and have a brocade tent, enjoying luxury.

Only people with such status are qualified to be with Princess Pingyang.

A young lady from the Marquis's family smiled and said, "Princess, you were the young master of Tiance Mansion and had a high level of cultivation. How can these lowly slaves compare with you? It seems that you are using the method of governing the army on these slaves, so how can they bear it?"

Princess Pingyang snorted coldly: "To deal with these servants, you must naturally use some powerful means. Otherwise, they will not know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and they will even be arrogant without distinguishing between master and servant. This is the way to manage the family, and you must remember it in the future."

Several young ladies quickly put away their smiles and saluted, "I'll remember it."

The slaves around them were also trembling slightly.

Obviously, these slaves were often scolded by following Princess Pingyang.

After Princess Pingyang said that, she relaxed a little, leaned her head aside, and the handsome monk immediately stroked her hands and massaged Princess Pingyang's forehead.

Several women around looked at this scene enviously. They coveted the peerless appearance of this "Master Wuchen". But everyone knows that Master Wuchen is the forbidden body of Princess Pingyang, and they must not touch it, otherwise the ending would not be much better than those slaves.

"Wuchen, such a battle is really boring. This son is very good, especially in a critical moment, and he will burst out potential. Although the beast king is also powerful, he can't do anything to him. Such a battle without suspense is not fun at all."

Princess Pingyang suddenly said impatiently.

Wuchen seemed quite calm and smiled faintly: "Your Highness, this is just an appetizer."

"Oh? What other new things can you make?"

Princess Pingyang's eyes turned and she showed a curious look.

Wu Chen smiled and waved his hand. There were more than a dozen servants in the distance, pushing a heavy iron cage with difficulty.

In the iron cage, there was a giant golden-scale snake lying, with its eyes closed and it seemed to fall asleep, but its whole body emitted a terrible aura.
Chapter completed!