Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 108 Do You Think That's What You Think?
When Qingxue arrived, Fu Ling had already fallen asleep on the bed.

The girl's face was pale, her eyes were swollen, and she closed her eyes weakly.

"Your Majesty." Qingxue knelt on the ground.

In front of the bed, Jun Beicheng gently bandaged Fuling's palms, saw Qingxue kneeling in the room, and asked, "Has she been frightened recently?"

Qingxue frowned, thought about Fu Ling's daily life recently, shook her head and said, "No."

"Have you come into contact with any strangers?"

Qingxue still shook her head: "No, the empress only contacts people in the East Palace and the General's Mansion, and you know the rest of my friends, Your Majesty."

Jun Beicheng was silent for a long time before he said calmly: "It's impossible for her to cry like this for no reason."

In his memory, this is the second time Fuling has cried.

The first time she cried was in the Eastern Palace, when she was forced by those eunuchs to eat cakes mixed with soil.

Although she is naughty, she will not cry out for pain when she is scalded by hot water, cry when she falls down, or feel wronged when she gets wet in the rain like other girls.

Therefore, as Qingfeng said, he must have been stimulated by something.

Even without looking up, Qingxue knew that Jun Beicheng's complexion was definitely not very good.

The room fell into a deathly silence, and the atmosphere was very oppressive.

Something suddenly flashed through Qingxue's mind.
Is it.
"Your Majesty, did your empress have another nightmare?"

Jun Beicheng deliberately picked out one of the words: "Again?"

Qingxue felt a little guilty: "Since the servant came back from the Taimiao, the empress would occasionally say that she had nightmares, and sometimes she would sit alone in front of the window for a long time, and the servant thought that the empress was thinking about His Majesty, so that's why..."

Jun Beicheng's expression was extremely displeased, and the words he spit out were cold and heartless: "Why, do you think that's what you think?"

"Damn slaves!"

Qingxue immediately admitted her mistake, knelt on the ground with numbness, and said, "Slaves shouldn't be self-righteous!"

Jun Beicheng was sullen, his sharp blade-like eyes swept across Qingxue's face, and he said coldly: "Don't let me think that your existence is worthless."

"Your Majesty will keep in mind His Majesty's instruction," Qingxue kowtowed gratefully, her whole heart still hanging in the air, and said respectfully, "I will definitely not be self-righteous in the future, thank Your Majesty for your grace!"

The girl on the bed suddenly coughed, and seemed to be sleeping very restlessly.

Without waiting for Jun Beicheng's order, Qingfeng rushed to the bed to diagnose Fuling's pulse.

The girl's pulse condition has improved a lot, Qingfeng thought for a moment, then put a hesitant hand on the girl's forehead, feeling her body temperature.

Jun Beicheng took a deep breath and said nothing.

"Your Majesty is cold, and now I have a low-grade fever," Qingfeng stepped aside after diagnosing the pulse, and continued, "This subordinate will send someone to decoct the medicine, and it will recover in the morning."

"Go."

Jun Beicheng waved away all the servants.

After everyone left, Jun Beicheng sighed wearily.

He took off his boots, leaned against the bed, hugged the girl into his arms, and covered her with a brocade quilt.

In a daze, Fu Ling coughed in pain, she slowly opened her eyes, but she couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly.

Jun Beicheng rubbed the girl's head, kissed her forehead in pain, and murmured: "Sleep, I'm always here."

Fu Ling was dizzy, she nodded subconsciously, feeling that she was in a very warm embrace, the temperature of Liuli
For some reason, her eye sockets began to ache again, and hot tears ran out disobediently.

The girl's tears burned to the back of Jun Beicheng's hands, he frowned and kissed her tears away, his voice was extremely hoarse: "Girl, tell me what's wrong, don't be afraid, tell brother Liuli."

Fuling curled up, clutching Jun Beicheng's clothes tightly, and said in a fragmented voice, "Liuli."

Jun Beicheng immediately hugged her tightly, rubbed her little head, and coaxed her with the softest voice: "Okay, we don't want to."

The girl nodded, wiped her tears with her hands, forcefully swung Luo Chen away from her mind, and drowned in the man's arms dependently.

Only his embrace can make her feel warm and safe.

She doesn't care about Luo Chen, whom she has never met, and A Zhou, who she has never met.

That was a nightmare, that's all.

The only thing she likes is Liuli.

(End of this chapter)