Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 276 Jun Beicheng, a prodigal son

Fu Ling came out of the account room, and sat listlessly on a small stone bench by the side of the road, resting her chin on the indemnity bill.

Junbei City killed 46 people last night.

According to Jun Beicheng's opinion, each guard's family will be given 100 taels of gold, and all families will receive special care from the Hangzhou government in the future.

(100 taels of gold, valued at 200 million RMB.)
A total of 600 million taels of gold is owed.

Black and white, written clearly.

Fu Ling looked at the indemnity bill, stomped her feet non-stop, her heart was bleeding.

Jun Beicheng, a prodigal son!
The last time Xiao Jingli lost 1 taels of gold, this time it was more than 4000 taels of gold. It really hurts.

No matter how rich the national treasury is, it can't eat killing people!
Suddenly the light and shadow dimmed, someone stood behind her, Fu Ling raised her head suspiciously, and happened to meet Lan Yueya's eyes.

After identifying everyone's identities last night, Lan Yueya ran out without looking back.

Before running away, he also snatched the white jade pendant from Jun Beicheng's hand.

She wanted to comfort him, but it was a pity that Jun Beicheng directly "rectified the law" on her.

Lan Yueya seemed to see that she had something to say, so he put the small sandalwood incense burner in his hand on the stone table, and sat opposite her, with a faint scent of incense lingering around his slender fingertips.

He fiddled with his little incense burner absently.

The weather was so good that it was a mess, the sky was so blue that there was not even a trace of white clouds to be seen.

The breeze blows slowly, passing the refreshing sandalwood to her side.

He was dressed in white, under the bright sunshine, his skin was as delicate as porcelain, so handsome for no reason.

Fu Ling finally came back to her senses, sorted out her words, and asked cautiously, "Is the injury on your leg better?"

He nodded lightly.

Then, he said in that deep, hoarse and extremely magnetic voice: "To me, the injuries on my body are nothing."

Fu Ling cleared her throat in embarrassment, pursed her lips and said, "Then what... I know... You are very sad to lose love... But there is no grass in the world, why bother to fall in love with Jun Beicheng?"

Lan Yueya glanced at her coldly.

"Okay, okay, I won't say, I won't mention him!"

She hastened to make amends, she had just broken up in love, and she really couldn't open which pot and which pot to carry!
However, she had already known that Lan Yueya would have today, after all, it was impossible for Jun Beicheng to like a man.

"I'm sorry for moving the people in your escort agency yesterday. Don't worry about the money, we will give it to you as soon as possible."

Seeing that he tilted his head and didn't speak, Fu Ling only fiddled with his incense burner, thinking that he was still in the pain of losing love.

"That..." Fu Ling faltered, hesitated for a long time, and still opened her mouth in a very embarrassed way, "Speak from the bottom of my heart, based on your status and status, do you want any girls? , many of them."

Lan Yueya propped his forehead slantly with one hand, and squinted at her, his brows, which seemed to be separated by a thin mist, raised slightly.

She frowned: "Look at what I do, what I say is true."

A faint smile appeared in the man's eyes: "Last night, why did you hide in the closet and put so many needles on the bed?"

"..."

Fu Ling chuckled: "I didn't know I walked into the closet, maybe I lost my way at that time? But I really didn't put those needles, how dare I be a person who dare not be? Beidou didn't say a word of the truth!"

When Lan Yueya heard the girl whispering, the corners of Lan Yueya's mouth seemed to twitch imperceptibly.

(End of this chapter)