Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 117

In the small pavilion in the mansion.

The servants poured tea and water for Xiao Jingli and Jun Beicheng respectfully.

The temperature in Yanbei at this time is still cold in spring, and the chill is awe-inspiring.

On the round table, the fragrance of tea curled up, and the white mist lingered.

Jun Beicheng lowered his eyes, staring at the emerald green tea with his deep and deep eyes... The white mist outlines his exceptionally cold and resolute facial features, which are indifferent and without a trace of warmth.

He kept rubbing the texture of the teacup with his fingertips, thought for a long time, and said lightly: "Speak, conditions."

Xiao Jing stepped back from the screen, raised his eyebrows and looked at the man opposite.

"Why," Xiao Jingli took a sip of tea, his eyes were deep and his voice was unhurried, "So in your heart, Xiao Jiu can be exchanged with conditions?"

"You don't need to tell me this," Jun Beicheng looked at Xiao Jingli indifferently, his thin lips were pursed indifferently, and he didn't listen to his words, "You know what you've been planning all these years, you know very well."

The corners of Xiao Jingli's lips curled up into a faint smile, he raised his chin and looked at Jun Beicheng, and smiled lightly: "Tell me, what am I planning?"

Looking at each other, Jun Beicheng's eyes were as calm as water, with an indescribable depth, as if he could easily read people's hearts.

"It's not a good habit to like nonsense."

Xiao Jingli: "."

After a while, Xiao Jingli sipped his tea, with a secretive expression on his face: "I'm just taking back what belongs to me, is there something wrong?"

Jun Beicheng didn't speak.

"First, she is your sister-in-law, and you and her will not have good results in terms of love and reason; second, the relationship between her and me is probably deeper than the relationship with you, a twisted melon. Not sweet; third."

Jun Beicheng pinched the teacup with his knuckles, his fingertips gradually turned white.

"Third." Xiao Jingli suddenly moved closer to the round table, folded his slender fingers under his chin, and smiled maliciously, "Your sister-in-law is just pregnant, her mood is not stable, she can't stand any stimulation, what should I say?" You know what not to say."

Jun Beicheng's breathing was stagnant, and a strand of tension in his heart suddenly broke.

The wall of the teacup cracked into fine lines at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it would shatter into powder in the next moment.

"Where is she?!"

Jun Beicheng narrowed his narrow eyes, with a funny smile in his eyes, the cup in his hand was crushed into powder and disappeared into the air.

Xiao Jingli looked at the cup in disbelief, and immediately realized: "You?!"

How could he have mana? !
"Remember," Jun Beicheng stood up, pressed the table and looked down at Xiao Jingli condescendingly, with lust in his eyes, and a gloomy tone: "Whether it's Jiuli or Mu Fuling, she can only Belongs to me alone, in Kyushu, I am the rules and regulations!"

Before Xiao Jingli could speak, Jun Beicheng continued indifferently: "I have ways to deal with her, and likewise, I have ways to deal with you, understand?"

"Your words are really interesting." Xiao Jingli poured a glass of water not to be outdone, with a mocking expression on his face, "However, people who can kill their fathers, mothers, and brothers have long since lost their humanity. What kind of good things can you expect to hear from the mouth of this beast?"

However, Jun Beicheng suddenly smiled, and there was a strange light hidden in his eyes, which seemed to devour him at any time.

He walked slowly behind Xiao Jingli, put his hands on the round table in front of Xiao Jingli, surrounded him, and put it in his ears, as if thinking of something, he opened his lips leisurely: "My good brother, Did you know that Xiao Jiu has a mole on her chest?"

The man's sense of oppression is extremely strong, Xiao Jingli's face is blacker than charcoal.

(End of this chapter)