Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 211 A Daughter-in-law Falls from the Sky
The breeze knocked on the door and entered.

"Your Majesty, Lord Jiang Hou asks to see you."

Jun Beicheng heard the words, put the brush on the inkstone, frowned and glanced at the sky outside: "Now?"

Qingfeng nodded.

"Let him go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to wait."

"Yes."

Fu Ling raised her eyebrows, took a piece of flower cake and ate it: "Uncle Jiang is here to thank you, a daughter-in-law fell from the sky."

Jun Beicheng walked up to Fu Ling, and tapped the table with his fingers: "After finishing the porridge, go find me in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and work together?"

Fu Ling looked up at him and said, "I can't walk."

"There is a royal push."

"The concubine feels that the emperor can work independently."

Jun Beicheng wiped the crumbs of flower cakes from her lips with his hand, and pinched her little face: "My concubine has been a little lazy these days."

"Is there?" She took another piece of flower cake and ate it.

"Will I be wrong?"

The man put his hands behind his back, and his words were full of power.

Fu Ling rolled her eyes, she cupped her hands and said in a perfunctory way: "The concubine obeys the order."

Jun Beicheng smiled lightly and left Longgan Palace.

The candlelight in the room was still flickering, and Fu Ling was drinking the porridge with a spoon, when she suddenly heard the rustling of bamboo leaves outside the window.

Beside the wooden window, there seemed to be a black shadow flashing by, and the bamboo leaves shook slightly.

She put down the spoon and went to the window to look out.

The moonlight was faint, the bamboo leaves were still swaying in the wind, and there were no figures, Fu Ling felt that she had misread.

The moment Fu Ling turned around, a man in black jumped out from behind the window and covered her mouth and nose with a drugged veil!
Fu Ling couldn't breathe well, she struggled hard and turned around, her eyes widened in astonishment when she saw the person coming.

With a bang, the man in black raised his hand and hit Fu Ling on the neck.

Fu Ling was completely unconscious, and fell into a coma when his eyes went dark.

In the damp and cold room, the musty and rancid smell diffused wantonly——

On a tall torture frame, a skeleton frame was tied with iron chains, and the arm joints were hung up.

The bloody leather whip was placed on the table beside it.

Poria was placed on the cold ground and was in a coma.

Zhuiguang sneered, and unceremoniously poured a basin of cold water on her body: "Don't pretend to be dead for me, get up!"

The cold water pierced the bones, Fu Ling frowned, and moved her fingers slightly.

Chasing the light and squatting down, grabbing Fu Ling's hair, forcing her to open her eyes: "Fake it for me?!"

Fu Ling suffers from pain, and in a daze, sees that vicious face of Zhui Guang.

"Keep your ghost alive," Zhui Guang slapped her and grabbed her neck, "You vixen, what kind of ecstasy did you give His Highness!"

With a slap, Fu Ling hit back, and forced Chasing Light to the ground: "I advise you not to push yourself too far."

Chasing Guang sneered, raised his foot and kicked at Fu Ling, and said viciously: "I'm going to make an inch of it, what can you do?"

Fu Ling avoided Chasing Light's kick fairly neatly, stood up with her waist supported, looked at the structure of the house, and ran towards the door.

"You still want to run?" Zhui Guang grabbed Fu Ling's ankle and threw her to the ground, "I have to teach you a lesson today!"

All the blood on Fu Ling's face disappeared the moment he fell, and there was a faint pain in his lower abdomen.

"Why don't you run away?" Zhui Guang stood up with a smile, squatted beside Fu Ling, looked at her, and mocked, "You still want to fight me while you're pregnant?"

Fuling pressed her stomach, bit her white lips tightly, held back the piercing pain, and looked up at her: "What do you want?"

"Of course I want your life to be worse than death."

(End of this chapter)