Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 37 Liu Li, Help Me
Prince's Mansion.
In the pavilion, Jun Beicheng was sitting in front of a sandalwood round table, holding a scroll and playing a game of chess alone, and from time to time he frowned and thought about the chess game.

Xia Yan stood beside the pillar behind Jun Beicheng, quietly watching him play chess, holding a beautifully framed scroll in his hand.

The green trees next to the pavilion are shaded, the flowing water is gurgling, the bees are singing and the butterflies are dancing, just like walking into a fairyland, the breeze is blowing on the face, and the charm is unique.

The wind in the early spring brought a little coolness, and Jun Beicheng was dressed in snow-white long fur, like a jade man cast from a piece of flawless jade.

Even if he sits there quietly, he has a unique charm, giving people a feeling of noble Tsinghua University.

The maids looked at Jun Beicheng from a distance, and silently curled the corners of their mouths.

After a while, the guard came to report: "His Royal Highness, Jiang Duwei has arrived."

Jun Beicheng nodded lightly, and with a click, slowly dropped the black chess in his hand on the board, looked at the chess board, and said in a deep voice, "Bring him here."

"Yes."
The guard bowed and stepped back.

Xia Yan yawned out of boredom, and before Li Ge came, he regained his energy in an instant, dumbfounded.

He looked at the little ancestor who jumped from the wall in the distance, and was so frightened that he almost lost his soul.

"What should I do if I fell, hurry up, hurry up, why are you still standing there?" Xia Yan worriedly handed the painting to the maid next to him, and ran over anxiously, "My God, princess, are you okay?" Come on, why did this climb over the wall!"

Jun Beicheng's fingers froze, he immediately put down the scroll in his hand, turned around and looked at the girl who was stumbling over.

The man frowned and walked over quickly.

Seeing His Highness's tense look, the maids immediately lowered their heads in shyness, and stood aside with fear.

Fu Ling threw the bamboo hat aside, ignoring the disheveled bun, and ran to Jun Beicheng with her skirt, and almost fell tired in front of him.

Jun Beicheng immediately leaned over to support her with both hands.

She patted her chest unsteadily, and asked anxiously: "The painting... that painting that Li Ge wants to pick up..."

His face was condensed, his long and narrow eyes swept over the bruised scars on the girl's neck and collarbone, and a sharp chill radiated from her whole body.

"Where did the injury come from?"

"No, no, this injury is not..." Fu Ling shook her head, suddenly saw the scroll in the palace maid's arms, ran over to get the scroll without saying a word, and laughed happily, "I finally saw it!"

The palace maid immediately knelt down, afraid of causing Fu Ling's dissatisfaction, she put her hands on the ground tremblingly, not daring to raise her head.

At the corner of the bamboo forest, the guards had already brought Li Ge over.

Fu Ling didn't have time to think about it, she immediately ran into the pavilion, rolled under the sandalwood table, opened the curtain and looked at Jun Beicheng.

"Tell me, is this painting important?"

"unimportant."

Jun Beicheng's obsidian-like eyes are full of pity, and the bruises on her body are so dazzling.

Fu Ling was like an ant on a hot pot, her heart was about to jump out, she huddled under the table and hugged the painting, looked at Jun Beicheng sincerely, and whispered: "Liuli, this painting... I, can I borrow a few sky?"

"Don't hide from him, I'll draw it for you," Jun Beicheng frowned, approached the wooden table and squatted down, stretched out his hand to Fu Ling, and said softly, "Come on, give me your hand."

"No, no, no," Fu Ling watched the bright red robe in the distance getting closer, immediately lowered the curtain, and lowered her voice, "Don't tell him I'm at home, please help me..."




(End of this chapter)