Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 240 A woman's heart, a needle in the sea

Lin House.

Lin Ru prepared rich delicacies for Jun Beicheng and Fu Ling early in the morning, full of Yangzhou characteristics, full of color, fragrance and taste.

At the moment, only Lin Ruqing, Lin's mistress, and a daughter from the concubine were eligible to sit at the Lin family's dinner table. The daughters from the concubine had to stand behind to serve the emperor and queen. This was the rule.

"Auntie, enough is enough," Fu Ling looked at the piles of dishes in her small bowl, and stopped Mrs. Lin's hand from continuing to pick up dishes with a smile, "I ate a lot outside just now."

"The dishes outside are not as good as the ones at home." Mrs. Lin was very enthusiastic. She stood up with the ivory chopsticks used by the emperor and continued to pick up vegetables for Fu Ling. "It's been a long time since I saw you, Auntie."

Lin Ruqing, on the other hand, has been drinking with Jun Beicheng respectfully, slowly talking about recent interesting events in Yangzhou City.

Looking at the red bean glutinous rice balls in hand, Jun Beicheng filled one with a spoon, and slowly handed it to Fu Ling's lips: "Eat less salty food, lest you have to find water to drink in the middle of the night."

Fu Ling ate the red bean glutinous rice balls, and nodded obediently.

Lin Ruqing and Mrs. Lin are not surprised, after all, these two couples have never shown their affection.

Lin Qianqian, the first daughter of the Lin family, immediately poured a cup of warm water for Fuling, and handed it to Fuling with a smile, saying in a gentle voice, "Qianqian poured water for the empress sister, if she is thirsty, drink it."

"Oh, Qianqian, how old are you this year?" Fuling drank the water she poured, looking at her cute appearance, "I remember the last time I came to Yangzhou, I didn't talk to you when you weren't at home."

"Qianqian is fifteen years old this year," Lin Qianqian sat down on her seat in good order, smiling politely, "When my sister came last time, Qianqian went to the temple fair with the mistress, and it's a pity that I couldn't see my sister. "

Fu Ling looked at Madam Lin in surprise: "Qianqian is 15 years old this year?"

"Yes, this girl has grown up in a blink of an eye," Mrs. Lin fondled Lin Qianqian's hair, with a last sigh in her eyes, "If not..."

Lin Qianqian immediately looked at Mrs. Lin nervously, shaking her head slightly.

Mrs. Lin turned her head with an embarrassed smile, and continued to pick up vegetables for Poria cocos: "Come, eat more."

Fu Ling caught something, and without further questioning, she smiled and looked away.

15 years old, not out of the cabinet, isn't this the target group of Yangzhou Body Heat Syndrome?

When she returned to her room at night, Fu Ling was sitting at the desk writing something, and Jun Beicheng came to sit beside her after changing her clothes.

He hugged the limp little girl from behind, put his chin on her neck and shoulders, and looked at the circles drawn on the rice paper.

"Are you thinking again and again?" Jun Beicheng asked.

Fu Ling nodded, and took a pen to circle the key words written on the rice paper: Yangzhou, a girl who has not left the cabinet, body heat, and no fear of life.

After a long while, she put the pen on the inkstone and said calmly: "The body fever in Yangzhou City doesn't seem to be called a plague this time, after all, it didn't cause any casualties."

"That's right," Jun Beicheng smiled, and continued her words, "The difference from the previous plagues is that it has a clear target group, and it even looks like it has targeted the victims."

"If it is really a man-made disease, what is the murderer's plan?"

Jun Beicheng thought for a moment, and said, "Could it be that there is something about these girls that the murderer should care about?"

"The body heat syndrome is mainly manifested in the peculiar smell of the feet, and it is very serious." Fu Ling leaned against Jun Beicheng, she kept rubbing her fingers on the table, and seemed to be thinking about what to say in her mind, "I and Li Ge made a mistake before I ran into a girl who must have been a victim of the disease."

"Oh?" Jun Beicheng waited for her to continue.

"The strange thing is, why did the murderer do this?" Fu Ling turned to look at Jun Beicheng, frowned and thought for a while, "These little girls have nothing to do with each other at all. Could it be that the murderer is a woman who is jealous of these unmarried girls?" the little girls?"

Jun Beicheng raised his eyebrows and said, "It's possible."

"She doesn't want to harm all the girls in Yangzhou City, does she?"

"A woman's heart is a sea needle."

Fu Ling patted Jun Beicheng's shoulder speechlessly, slightly annoyed: "I'm talking business with you, be serious!"

Jun Beicheng sat upright, picked up the pen on the inkstone, and circled a key word written by Fu Ling: not out of the pavilion.

Poria is puzzled.

(End of this chapter)