Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 247 Did You Eat Too Much At Night?
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After making sure she was okay, he gave her a cold look, stood up and walked away quickly.

Fu Ling sat on the spot miserable, crying: "Are you going to abandon me?"

Jun Beicheng's face was gloomy, and his words were full of jealousy, like a walking powder keg: "You let that polite young master Lan hug you."

Poria: "."

She knew that Mr. Lan had appeared too frequently in the past two days, and Jun Beicheng was already displeased!

Fu Ling immediately went to her liking: "He is not as good-looking as you. If you say he is ugly, let it be. He is shorter than you. If he is shorter, let him be shorter. He is also darker than you. What can you do if you say that? .”

Sure enough, Jun Beicheng stopped.

His thin lips were pursed so tightly that they almost formed a straight line, and he looked back at her coldly.

Although he knew that she was exaggerating on purpose, he still followed her.

This vinegar jar, Fuling couldn't help laughing out loud, stood up and ran to his side to hug him, wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed his lips on tiptoe.

A little bit of water, but deadly enough.

The corners of Jun Beicheng's mouth had already curled up a little, but his tone was calm and without any fluctuation: "Say you hate him."

"Needless to say," Fu Ling looked at him solemnly, and said in the most distasteful tone, "Look at his sissy appearance, he is not at all as fresh and handsome as our A Zhou, he almost vomited, okay? "

Qingfeng turned her head speechlessly, the empress is not afraid of being struck by lightning.

Jun Beicheng pursed his lips, and smiled lightly, with an indescribable emotion in that laughter.

"That's about the same," he hugged her tightly around his waist, and walked back very satisfied, with a soft voice, "Be careful sailing for thousands of years, he has been staring at you so closely recently, who knows what's going on in his head?" What's your idea."

Poria: "."

"If I find out that he dares to touch a hair of yours, I will chop off his dog's head."

"Cut, must be cut!"

Behind the bamboo grove, the little follower watched the three people drifting away, his whole face became hideous!

"Young master, how dare that woman call your mother?!"

Under the moonlight, Lan Yueya smiled indifferently, and slowly broke off a bamboo, with a secretive expression on his face.

"She also said you were ugly?!"

after awhile
"She still says you're black?!"

After a while.
"She also said you are short?!"

The little follower was so unbelievable, he crossed his hips angrily, and felt worthless for Lan Yueya: "Should I go down and teach that stinky girl a lesson, she is so lanugo that she has not shed all her lanugo, yet she is uttering wild words!"

Lan Yueya shook her head slowly, patted the little follower on the shoulder, and said calmly: "Don't touch her, wait for the results of Qixing's investigation before making any plans."

The little follower nodded: "Then she can't open her eyes and talk nonsense!"

Lan Yueya didn't say anything, she threw the bamboo in her hand on the ground and went back.

"That guy really has a bad taste, he actually likes a minor," the little follower followed behind Lan Yueya, chattering, "It's likely that that stinky girl is drugged!"

Seeing Lan Yueya ignoring him, the little attendant smacked his lips to silence him, but after holding it back for a moment, he cursed again: "I think she's a bitch, bah, little bitch!"

He babbled all the way and greeted Fuling's eight generations of ancestors.

Finally, Lan Yueya glanced at him lightly, frowned and asked, "Beidou, did you eat too much at night?"

Beidou hugged the sword tightly, and let out an acknowledgment.

(End of this chapter)