Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 237 This Young Master Is Jealous
An ancient poem says that three parts of the world are bright moonlit nights, and two parts are rascals in Yangzhou.

When I first arrived in Yangzhou City, there are many shops on both sides of the spacious streets, teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, and countless workshops.

Shop signs and flags fluttering high, cars and horses approaching, and pedestrians in an endless stream.

The afterglow of the evening sun lightly sprinkles on the cornices of the pavilions, adding a bit of hazy and poetic flavor to the prosperous evening scene of Yangzhou City in front of you.

Jun Beicheng and Fu Ling did not go to the Yangzhou official post, but settled in the mansion of Fu Ling's uncle Lin Ruqing.

The Lin family is one of the largest families in Yangzhou City, and they are the head of the salt merchants in the entire Yangzhou City, a veritable imperial merchant.

And because Lin Ruqing's niece Mu's Fuling was the only favorite in the harem, the Lin family and the Mu family had always been on good terms, and the coveted right to circulate official money was naturally held in the hands of the Lin family all year round.

Now that the sun was setting, on the bustling streets, Jun Beicheng's brocade clothes were white and spotless. His black hair set off the poetic luster of his pearl-white neck under the bun.

Walking on the road, the handsome appearance of the man often attracted the attention of the women.

Qingfeng followed behind the master, and could feel that he was in an extremely bad mood at the moment, and the reason was very simple.

Because in front of them three steps away——

Poria is wearing a white orchid tulle skirt, a soft smoke belt, and fairy braids draped softly behind her shoulders, giving her the air of a young girl.

Her body is clean and pure, giving people a feeling that she can only be seen from a distance and not be played with.

"Little girl, the hairpin flowers here are all exquisite!"

In front of a stall full of hairpin flowers, the little boss is a girl who likes to look seductive. He kindly picked out a hairpin for her and said, "What do you think of this hairpin?"

Fu Ling held the delicate hairpin, touched her bun and inserted it into it, turned around and waved to Jun Beicheng: "Come here and help me pick it out."

A man approached admiringly, picked one up, and said, "Girl, this hairpin looks better."

Fu Ling looked at the man, and smiled awkwardly: "Thank you, I still prefer the one on my head."

Jun Beicheng hurried to her side, pulled out the hairpin and threw it on the stall, then pulled her back and said, "You're so ugly, don't wear anything on your head."

"My hairpin," Fu Ling looked back at the hairpin thrown down by Jun Beicheng, puzzled, "Why is it so ugly?"

"ugly."

"It's not ugly, it's a very delicate hairpin."

Jun Beicheng pursed his lips lightly and walked on, ignoring her.

Fu Ling was speechless, he was really incomprehensible, she sighed: "If you don't buy it, you don't buy it, what kind of anger are you getting?"

"Touch flowers to provoke grass, attract bees and butterflies."

"." Poria Khan.

Feelings, the young master is jealous.

"Look over there," Fu Ling pointed to the candy seller's stand in front of him, and excitedly shook Jun Beicheng's hand, "Let's go eat sugar man, it's the first time I read it in a book!"

Jun Beicheng gave her a sideways look, and was dragged away by the little girl to the sugar seller's stall the next moment.

Qingfeng Ninja smiled and followed.

There are many children around the stall, and the small sugar stall is surrounded.

The children's eyes were wide open, and their eyeballs followed the dexterous hands of the sugar man master, watching in amazement how each little thing was born.

The sugar figure master was bragging about the sugar figure, and the children were very curious. They all stretched their necks and stared round their eyes, wishing to pry open his mouth to see clearly.

Fuling pulled Jun Beicheng and squeezed in, staring intently at the sugar figurine in the hands of the sugar figurine master.

Jun Beicheng frowned and patted a petal on the little girl's shoulder, held her hand tightly, and looked at her with great interest.

(End of this chapter)