Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 153 I heard that Jiang Lige was beaten badly
That night.

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Mo research is finished."

In front of the long desk, Fu Ling put the ink stone on the inkstone and organized the memorial for Jun Beicheng.

"Ah."

Jun Beicheng was sitting quietly, holding the brush with his slender fingers, meticulously reviewing the memorial.

The bamboo leaves outside the window swayed with the wind, making a rustling sound, and the cool night wind sneaked in, making people more comfortable.

On summer nights, a few stars of fireflies swim to and fro, as if savoring the tranquility of summer nights.

The hall was so quiet, Jun Beicheng and Fu Ling quietly accompanied each other, as if there were only two people at the desk in the world.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Ling looked at the contents of the memorial, fell asleep, and yawned tiredly.

"Sleepy?"

"No," Fu Ling sat up straight and shook her head. Seeing that the ink in the inkstone was almost dry, she picked up the ink stick and continued to grind it. "Keep watching, I'll grind it again."

Jun Beicheng closed the memorial, took the ink ingot from the girl's hand by the way, rubbed her head, and said warmly: "Go to sleep, He Yuzhai is open, you have been busy all day, let Xia Yan come to study the ink. "

"It's very busy to open a new store, but I'm not the one who is busy." She chuckled.

"I heard that Jiang Lige was beaten badly."

As soon as the man finished speaking, Xia Yan behind him made a puff and couldn't help laughing.

Not only was it serious, he saw that Jiang Lige's face was swollen into a pig's head, and he even invited the imperial doctor to apply medicine, it's not too funny!

Such a miserable son, he was beaten up by his own father again when he got home.

Alas~
Jun Beicheng turned his lower body sideways, raised his head and glanced at Xia Yan.

"Damn the slave." Xia Yan was embarrassed, and immediately slapped his mouth, covering his mouth as if he knew he was wrong.

"Have Xia Xia seen Li Ge?"

Fu Ling asked him, she lowered her eyes and studied the ink seriously, her soft hair was scattered behind her shoulders like algae like ink, and when she lowered her head, her hair slid down her cheeks.

Xia Yan dodged Jun Beicheng's gaze, lowered his head and replied: "When I went to Rongguohou's mansion in the evening, I happened to see Jiang Duwei coming home."

"Is there anyone else following him?"

"I didn't pay attention to that."

Seeing that the inkstone was short of water, Jun Beicheng handed the small pot on the table to Fuling.

Fu Ling smiled slightly when she took it, and he wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, put his hands on her round belly, and whispered: "I'm not busy tomorrow, so why don't you go to Heyuzhai?"

Poria's body is a little unnatural.

After such a long time, she was still a little unaccustomed to such an intimate hug, so she retreated slightly calmly.

But Jun Beicheng hugged her even tighter. He rested his chin on the girl's neck and shoulders, smelling the quiet medicinal fragrance on her body, and acted like a baby: "I haven't eaten lotus root powder balls for a long time."

His big hand gently ran back and forth along her lower abdomen.

"Nonsense," Fu Ling patted the man's restless hands, and immediately corrected, "You and I just ate together yesterday, so you don't remember it so soon?"

"I remembered when you said that," Jun Beicheng clasped her little hand in his palm, and said softly, "I just ate yesterday."

The man's slightly raised tone was obviously intentional to add drama to himself.

"Someday, I will go to the master who makes lotus root flour balls for advice on how to make delicious and delicious meatballs."

She turned her head and glanced at him angrily, and said, "If you learn, do you still need to ask for advice?"

Seeing that she was about to turn her head, he immediately took the opportunity to raise his head, and accidentally collided with the corner of the girl's fragrant and soft lips.

As expected, their lips met.

She froze for a moment...

The man's eyes are close at hand, his eyelashes are curled up, his eyes are as vast as the brightest night, and there is an indescribable depth in them.

Xia Yan, who saw through everything, kept silent, sneered and hugged his fly whisk tightly.

Hehe, scheming man.

Big pig's hoof!

Jun Beicheng held her in his arms, kissed the corner of her lips lightly, and said in a calm and gentle tone, "Silly girl, close your eyes."

Fu Ling held her breath, trying to push his hand away but froze uncontrollably, she could only close her eyes with trembling eyelashes.

He kissed her affectionately and carefully.

Her whole head was dizzy, and her cheeks were hot.

The heart beats very fast, very fast.

The crabapple flowers on the desk are still blooming vigorously, and the faint floral fragrance seems to be sweetly filling the entire Hall of Mental Cultivation at this moment.

The court ladies turned their heads and lowered their eyes, all embarrassed to see the warm and loving interaction between the emperor and empress.

Night, indulge in the most beautiful midsummer.

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(End of this chapter)