Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 124 Will Junbei City Let Me Go?

Five days in a row.

Jun Beicheng didn't even go to see Fu Ling.

Qingfeng has been assigned to Longgan Palace all along, preparing various medicinal porridge for Mu Fuling to nourish her body.

Although, she didn't move.

Jun Beicheng ordered the maid to put a lot of books in the inner room, and the girl used books to pass the time every day.

Lying in bed most of the time.sleepy.

Her body has become extremely poor.

I went on a hunger strike for several days.

"Your Majesty, you can eat a little bit. If you don't eat, your Highness will not be able to bear it." Qingxue tried her best to persuade her to eat.

Fu Ling was lying on the bed, her eyes were wide open, looking at the high bed curtains, the once dark and clear pupils were now replaced by a blank.

She asked, "Is Jun Beicheng going to let me go?"

Qingxue was at a loss for words, and said respectfully and cautiously: "Your Majesty said, let Your Majesty rest well."

Poria closed her eyes tiredly.

...

Outside the door, Jun Beicheng leaned against the wall.

The man's handsome face is so charming, but also so gloomy.

Seeing Qingxue retreating from the room, he asked hoarsely, "What's going on?"

Qingxue hesitated for a moment, but still reported truthfully: "Your Majesty, she... still hopes that you can let her go."

"Really?" Jun Beicheng replied.

He leaned against the cold wall.

The coolness of the wall seemed to rush into his limbs and bones along his back, making him tremble unconsciously.

Think of the room where the girl is inside.

He wanted to go in, but he didn't dare to go in.

I dare not go in, after saying such unfeeling words to her.

I dare not see her disgusted expression towards him.

When did he, Jun Beicheng, fall into such a predicament.

"Go, bring me the porridge." Jun Beicheng stood up straight and ordered Qingxue lightly.

"Yes."

The door of the room was opened again, with a slight sound, and then closed again.

Dull, the atmosphere in the room is not only dull but still dull.

"Get out!" Fu Ling uttered a few words between her teeth, and turned over on her side.

Jun Beicheng didn't care, and his low and mellow voice rang out: "You still don't want to eat?"

Fu Ling suddenly wanted to sit up, but because her body was too weak, she only got up a little, and fell heavily on the soft bed.

"Jun Beicheng!" She gritted her teeth and stared at him, the bottom of her dark eyes was full of coldness.

She looked at him as if she was looking at an enemy who needed to fight with life and death.

Jun Beicheng's hand holding the porcelain bowl trembled slightly. Soon, he stabilized again, walked to the bed with steady steps, and sat down.

"Let's eat," he said.

Scoop up the porridge with a spoon.

The porridge is warm, soft and palatable.

Jun Beicheng moved the spoon to Fu Ling's mouth, and said in a gentle voice, "Eat some, girl."

Fu Ling glanced at the porridge in disgust, then shifted her gaze to Jun Beicheng's three-dimensional facial features, and said coldly: "You can either let me go, or get out of here."

Jun Beicheng's thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile: "You can either eat by yourself, or I'll feed you."

Snapped!
Fu Ling reached out and slapped the spoon off her lips.

The spoon fell on the bed, and all of a sudden, the porridge was also spilled on the bed.

Fu Ling completely ignored Jun Beicheng's slightly changed expression, and said coldly, "Get lost."

Jun Beicheng said: "The girl wants me to feed you."

Fu Ling pursed her lips tightly, and there was a cold expression in her eyes.

Jun Beicheng suddenly pinched her chin with his hand, and forcefully opened Fuling's mouth.

He directly poured the porridge into the girl's mouth.

The movements are very strong, and Fu Ling can't resist at all.

A bowl of porridge was poured, half of it went into Fu Ling's mouth, and half of it flowed out.

Jun Beicheng didn't care about Fu Ling's desperate struggle, he had only one purpose, she was still pregnant, and he wanted her to eat.

Fu Ling was choked, her face flushed red, and she whimpered in pain.

The body began to tremble.

It's like a young animal that has been driven to the brink of desperation.

Hesitant and helpless.

After all, Jun Beicheng's heart softened.

He slammed the bowl on the ground, and smiled angrily: "Okay, Mu Fuling, you are fine! You don't want to eat, right? I have plenty of ways for you to eat."

The little maids immediately changed into new brocade quilts.

(End of this chapter)