Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 241 What Does Your Majesty Want To Eat?
"As you said, the murderer is jealous of these girls, and even said that he doesn't want these girls out of the cabinet."

Jun Beicheng wrote two words on the rice paper: Fame.

He said unhurriedly: "It's just trying to damage the victim's reputation. The murderer may be a woman or a man."

"Man?" Fu Ling asked suspiciously.

"It's not only women who have jealousy," Jun Beicheng hugged the beauty in his arms, hooked her chin with his finger, and looked at her with interest, "Men also have jealousy, do you understand?"

Fu Ling was startled, and felt that what he said was reasonable: "If the murderer is a man, then his reason for doing this is very simple!"

"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow.

"First, he doesn't want his beloved woman to marry other men, and he doesn't want other women to talk about marriage. I guess he is a useless person and can't do anything about it; second, his beloved woman is already married. Wanting to ruin the reputation of other women so that no one can get married."

Jun Beicheng: "."

Fu Ling suddenly had an inspiration, her eyes lit up, as if she had thought of something.

"Since the murderer can cast a wide net to poison, then this person must be very clever, and he is obsessed with destroying people's reputation. The more he doesn't want to see anything, the more he is."

The corner of Jun Beicheng's mouth twitched, and he asked, "What do you mean?"

The corners of Fu Ling's lips raised slightly, and she glanced at Jun Beicheng confidently: "It means that he is afraid of seeing the woman leave the cabinet."

Thinking of this, Fu Ling patted Jun Beicheng's shoulder, hooked his neck and leaned closer to his ear, and said in a low voice: "With your husband's ability, I think I have seen many marriages in Yangzhou City in the past two days. Is it difficult?"

Jun Beicheng looked at the little girl closely.

Her skin is as fair as a porcelain doll, and her chin is delicate and small.

Under the thick and curly eyelashes, there is a pair of eyes that are clearer than lake water.

"Of course it's not difficult," Jun Beicheng stepped up, leaning lazily on the seat, putting his hands on the armrests, and resting his forehead, thinking, "But it depends on my mood, after all."

He looked the little girl up and down, like a cunning wolf.

Fu Ling hugged herself subconsciously, frowned and said, "After all, what is that look in your eyes?"

He said slowly: "After all, I'm very hungry now, and I'm not in the mood to arrange these things."

She suspected that Jun Beicheng was talking nonsense, so she sat up straight and reasoned with him: "Stop putting on airs, you just ate so much, and now you're hungry?"

He leaned on the armrest of the seat, looked at her with his chin propped on his hands, and shook his head with a sigh: "Sincerely, Mu Fuling, do you look like you want something from others?"

"I" Fuling opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, pointed at him and said, "You"

"What am I?"

Fu Ling rolled her eyes, smiled helplessly, and gave him face: "It's midnight, what would your majesty want to eat, my concubine prepared for you?"

Jun Beicheng changed his sitting position, and smiled secretively: "What do you think?"

"How do I know you want to eat?"

Fu Ling's voice became lower and lower, and she seemed to understand.

She turned around and wanted to run, but Jun Beicheng held her head with one hand and picked her up by the waist!

"You are a tyrant and stupid king, you are not doing your job properly all day long in your mind, and you are well-dressed on the surface, but in fact you are."

"What is it?" He smiled instead of anger, threw her on the couch, and looked at her leisurely, "Today I will let Aifei speak freely, after all, I can't speak for a while."

Fu Ling wanted to cry, but she pulled the quilt over her head.

She better shut up, or she will cry even more.

Jun Beicheng couldn't help laughing.

He just likes the way she can't get used to him, but has to succumb to him.

(End of this chapter)