Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 195 What I Like Is My Son
The next day, it was just dawn.

"You're crushing my hair."

Fu Ling was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, she pushed the man next to the pillow and continued to sleep.

Jun Beicheng always woke up early, and today he didn't have to go to bed early, so he naturally made trouble with her.

He lifted Fu Ling's limp arm to wrap around his neck, put his arm under her head, and took her into his arms.

"Be honest for a while." She retracted her arms, turned her back to him and slept, and said in a lazy cat voice, "don't touch me."

Jun Beicheng refused to listen, reached out to grab her waist, and pulled her into his arms again.

Fu Ling didn't care about it anymore, and didn't bother to talk to him.

Her delicate porcelain face is very eye-catching, Jun Beicheng stretched out his hand and pinched the girl's pink and tender face, one stroke was not enough, he stopped for a while, then pinched again.

Seeing that she was still sleeping and not angry, Jun Beicheng pursed his lips, raised his hand and continued to pinch her face, using his fingertips to trace her facial features bit by bit from forehead to chin.

Fu Ling patted Jun Beicheng's hand off.

Jun Beicheng stopped teasing her face and started teasing his son.

His big palm was slightly callused, but warm and powerful, and he kept rubbing Fu Ling's round belly.

Fu Ling slowly opened her eyes, her dark eyes stared at Jun Beicheng, with deep tiredness in her eyes.

"If you're sleepy, sleep a little longer."

The corners of Jun Beicheng's lips curled slightly, and he raised his hand to rub the little girl's head.

"Didn't you go to the morning court?" Her voice was soft and soft, like a feather gently scratching his heart.

Jun Beicheng's Adam's apple slipped slightly: "You don't have to go to court early today."

Fu Ling nodded slightly, closed her eyes involuntarily, and fell asleep leaning against his arms.

Jun Beicheng didn't bother her anymore, and quietly looked at her peaceful sleeping face with gentle eyes.

Longgan Palace is warm in winter and cool in summer, so he covered her with a thin quilt.

He rested his chin on the top of her hair, feeling the fragrance of the herb that made him most addicted, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

I don't know when, raindrops floated in the sky, and the rain fell on the tile eaves, tick-tock, and there seemed to be some lingering meaning in the crisp sound.

The arrival of Xia Yu brought some coolness to Ying An.

The bed curtain was lifted by the wind, and the fresh air was refreshing. Jun Beicheng seemed to be unable to tell whether it was the softness of the little girl or the fragrance of the rain.

That trace of fragrance gently stirred up ripples in his heart, and the waves spread out quietly.

"Yeah..." Fu Ling sighed and opened her eyes, stretched her waist comfortably, and slept very comfortably this time.

Jun Beicheng grabbed her little hand, and his big palm ran down her smooth arm, trying to do something wrong.

Fu Ling retracted her arms and put them back inside the brocade quilt, and beat Jun Beicheng on the shoulder, urging him: "Why don't you get up yet, how long has it been?"

"It's suitable to stay in bed on a rainy day," Jun Beicheng's throat was slightly loose, and he smiled at Fuling, "especially when you're with someone you like."

The man looked at her with clean and clear pupils, pure and untainted by the smoke and fire of the world.

He added with a spoiled look: "Don't think too much, what I like is my son."

"Really," Fu Ling smiled, and her voice was sweet, "Your son told me in a dream last night that he wanted to eat longevity noodles, the kind we made together when we were young."

Jun Beicheng sat up, and naturally picked up the little girl's waist to help her sit up, and began to dress her: "Go, go to Heyuzhai, I'll make it for you to eat."

"Okay." Fuling was very obedient, and cooperated with Jun Beicheng to put on the clothes.

After getting dressed, Jun Beicheng squatted down before the collapse, putting on boots for Fu Ling.

(End of this chapter)