Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 277 Please ask Master Lan to call her Mrs. Jun in the future
After a while, he sighed softly, and took the indemnity slip from her hand.

Forty-six million taels of gold.

Lan Yueya smiled lightly: "He's really generous."

She sighed slightly: "We are wrong, after all, it is a human life, I hope the money can comfort their families to live a better life in the future."

"No need," Lan Yueya casually tore up the indemnity bill, threw it on the stone table casually, and said lightly, "The money is not worth mentioning, I will pay it for you."

She looked at the pile of shredded papers, was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Replace?"

He nodded lightly.

"What's wrong with this, it's obviously our fault, and you are the victim, so how can there be any reason to pay for it?"

Lan Yueya fiddled with the small incense burner lazily, looked at her with those beautiful eyes, and said without haste, "Just treat it as my first repayment for saving your life, Xiao Wuren."

Her back was slightly stiff, but she maintained a straight sitting posture, not moving.

That look, I hope she is thinking too much.

The next moment, the girl's white hand suddenly covered a big palm.

Lan Yueya held her hand, and Fu Ling wanted to withdraw it almost immediately.

But he held it too tightly!
At this moment, the distance is so close, and he holds her arm, which feels real and warm to the touch.

She patted the back of his hand fiercely with her other hand, and finally retracted her hand, saying, "Lan Yueya, don't tell me you don't even miss a piece of mooncake!"

There was a crisp sound, and the back of the man's hand immediately became red and swollen.

Lan Yueya gasped, and smiled helplessly: "A pig, so strong?"

She replied: "You are a pig."

His chest was full of emotions, and he wanted to say too much, but he only spoke softly amidst her resistance: "Just kidding, I dare not want you because you are so edible."

"Not funny at all!"

"So what are you doing seriously?"

She was sullen: "You are always...handy, you really should find someone to take care of you!"

Lan Yueya saw her frightened but hesitant to speak, the man's calm face rarely smiled.

"Who will take care of me?"

He seems to be asking her, but also seems to be asking himself.

Fu Ling opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

She was silent.

His smile slowly dissipated on his lips.

Without expectations, who else can he expect to take care of him?

"Let's go back."

A clear voice suddenly sounded in the delicate atmosphere.

Jun Beicheng stretched out his hand to her.

The mottled sunlight shines through the tree shadows on his cold and distant eyes, and he is dressed in simple home clothes. Not only does it not weaken his aura, but he looks more restrained...

Fu Ling put her little hand in his palm, stood up and interlocked his fingers.

She raised her head slightly and saw that his eyes were full of adoring starlight.

Lan Yueya closed her eyes halfway, aimlessly looking at the distant scenery.

Jun Beicheng hugged her into his arms, his thin lips curled up imperceptibly, and a gleam flashed in his phoenix eyes.

The moment Jun Beicheng looked away from Fu Ling, the kindness in his eyes immediately turned into politeness and alienation.

"Mr. Lan's kindness, my wife and I appreciate it. We won't lose any money from you. It's our obligation to give it, and it's your right to accept it or not."

"It's good for Xiao Wuren to be happy," Lan Yueya smiled lightly, looking at the girl behind him with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "Hangzhou is so beautiful, why don't you two stay here for a while longer, eating, drinking and having fun, Lan has everything covered."

Jun Beicheng said casually: "There are still children to take care of at home, so don't bother Mr. Lan. Also, please ask Mr. Lan to call her Mrs. Jun in the future. Other names sound very appropriate."

Poria: "."

After the words fell, Jun Beicheng took the little girl and left.

Lan Yueya propped her chin, tilted her head and quietly watched her disappear around the corner.

Why didn't Jun Beicheng put on the airs of the emperor just now, but declared his sovereignty over Fu Ling as an ordinary person.

Mrs. Jun...

His eyes gradually distant.

For a long time, he looked down at the small incense burner.

The wind is still the same as before.

Why is the breath in the air so depressing.

(End of this chapter)