Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 102 The First Day of Domestic Violence

The next day, when Fu Ling woke up, it was already afternoon.

She finally knew why Liuli didn't take her to Shushan today!

Depend on! !

She was tormented last night without sleep, you bastard! !
irritable!

Go crazy!

The warm sunshine in spring shines through the windows into the half-room of Longgan Palace.

Fu Ling gasped, and moved her body slightly, only to find that the bones all over her body seemed to have been dismantled and reassembled, and her back hurt.

The girl beat the quilt in pain, and shouted angrily: "Smelly Liuli, get out of here!!"

After hearing the sound in the inner room, the maids in Longgan Palace immediately opened the door and ran in tremblingly, kneeling on the carpet in the inner room in fear and fear: "Your Majesty, the servant is here."

Fuling sat up directly from the dragon tower, and her black hair like a waterfall fell on her neck in an instant. She rubbed her waist, took a deep breath and cursed: "Where is Jun Beicheng, tell him to roll over here, immediately , Immediately, let him now, get out, over, over here!"

The two little maids looked at each other, not daring to show their air!

Who can stand this? !

The empress is too courageous, she dared to call His Majesty by his first name and let him roll over? !
Just when the stalemate in the room was about to explode, Jun Beicheng gently pushed open the door of the inner room.

The man let out a muffled laugh, and ordered in a low voice, "Go down."

"Yes."

The two little maids almost cried, kowtowed twice and then ran away non-stop.

Jun Beicheng looked up at the angry child on the couch.

Fu Ling glared at him, but she only met his eyes for a moment, maybe the man's eyes were too hot and deep, the next moment she blushed and covered Jin quilt on her head.

It's annoying! !

The girl was lying on the couch in frustration, her feet were thumping dishonestly, and her own little heart was beating wildly.

Obviously he was the one who bullied her, why are you cowarding now? !
Seeing her hasty actions, Jun Beicheng walked towards her slowly, chuckled lightly, and said, "Little girl, your arms are still exposed."

The girl's fair arms instantly retracted into the quilt!

Come on! !
Does he still have the face to speak? !
"There's still hair..." Before Jun Beicheng finished his sentence, a white and thin arm stretched out from the brocade quilt, grabbed a pillow, and threw it at him.

"Surnamed Jun, you have offended me, do you know if it's a crime!" A girl's voice came from the brocade quilt.

"Ah."

With a smile on his brows, Jun Beicheng caught the pillow. The man's deep voice was a little magnetic, and the slightly high-pitched hum sounded like someone was gently scratching his heart with a feather.

"Humph"

The girl's lazy voice was also nasal, like a cat meowing softly, making the man's eyes dim.

He suddenly pursed his lips, leaned over and sat on the edge of the bed, approached the girl and said, "Come, let's go have dinner."

Fu Ling lifted the quilt and looked up at Jun Beicheng.

Because she just woke up from sleep, the girl's clear eyes were still slightly hazy, and her ignorant expression resembled that of a newborn kitten.

"Get up, girl."

Fu Ling pursed her lips and looked at the man's handsome face, and those eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, but were as bright as stars.

"I let you bully me," the girl swiftly covered him with the brocade quilt, and she was beaten severely when she came up, gnashing her teeth, "You poor man!"

Jun Beicheng fell into her arms and was slaughtered.

The girl was about to fall off the bed by accident, but suddenly a palm protruded from the back of her head to stop her from falling.

Jun Beicheng threw Jin aside, rubbed her little head, and said dotingly: "The first day of being domestically abused."

Fu Ling bit her lip, looking at the handsome face in front of her, and the man's dark obsidian-like focused eyes, most of her anger was gone.

"Take care of me after dinner," the man said as he touched the girl's sideburns with his fingers, gently brushing her hair, "otherwise where would I get the strength?"

Poria pursed her mouth.

"Don't you want to eat more to feed my little raccoon?"

Jun Beicheng asked solemnly, and then fixedly looked at the girl after asking, as if quietly listening and waiting for the girl's answer.

"Who is little Ahri?"

"It's little Poria."

"Then why is it Little Ahri?"

Jun Beicheng directly hugged the limp girl, with a deeper smile on his lips, and said softly, "Because the little girl looks like a little fox."

Fu Ling subconsciously hugged someone's neck, dangled her little feet casually, and let out a snort.

Heh, if it wasn't for the fact that he was going to take her to Shushan tomorrow.

She must let him know why the flowers are so red!

Stinky glass, dog man! !

(End of this chapter)