Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 43 You Are Not Even Curious

Fu Ling silently lowered her head, looking at her dress.

She bit her lower lip and was silent for a while before telling him the reason for her injury.

During this period, Jun Beicheng's expression was not very good-looking, even gloomy and scary, but he held back and didn't blame her for a word.

It seemed that even the air had frozen.

Fu Ling poked his arm, staring at him with clear eyes.

With the breeze blowing, she gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, bowed her head softly: "Don't be angry, okay?"

Jun Beicheng didn't listen to her at all, and began to wipe away the scars on her collarbone and neck, her whole face was as if frozen with ice.

He said coldly: "I'm not angry, just like you said, you are the one who is hurt, not me, and the one who hurts is you, not me."

"I really know I was wrong," Fu Ling puffed up her cheeks, then raised Jun Beicheng's hand and poked her face, her fair face returned to its original shape as if leaking air, and she smiled sweetly, "Liu Li, don't be angry La?"

Jun Beicheng didn't speak, but only looked at her with a pair of dark eyes, as dark as the most silent night, deep and gloomy.

Fu Ling's breathing was slightly stagnant, and that look in her eyes seemed to be engraved in her heart like a knife, which could never be erased forever.

She could only lower her head and arch Gongjun Beicheng's sleeve with her head, hugged the man's arm coquettishly, and whispered: "I really know I was wrong..."

The girl is like a kitten that has just been born, so cute and cute, it is drowning in your arms and pampering you...

Jun Beicheng's heart suddenly felt slightly turbulent at this moment, like a spring breeze blowing across a lake in a deep valley, causing shallow ripples.

But thinking of her injury, he could only force himself to look back, suppress the throbbing in his heart, picked up the medicine bottle and said in a deep voice: "Is there any back injury, does it hurt?"

Fu Ling suddenly grabbed her gauze skirt, shook her head and sat a little further away: "It's not hurt..."

Jun Beicheng glanced at her coolly, and naturally picked up the girl with both hands, placed her on his legs, and let her sit sideways on him.

"Hey, you're going to molest me again." Fu Ling grabbed her skirt tightly, wanting to struggle righteously, "Don't take off your clothes!"

Seeing the girl struggling in a hurry, Jun Beicheng finally slightly curled the corners of his lips, his anger gradually dissipated, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

But when his eyes fell on the bruise on the girl's collarbone, the smile disappeared instantly.

"Sit down, and if you move around again, I'll tell Li Ge about you snatching the painting." Jun Beicheng is very good at pinpointing people's shortcomings, and his tone is not to be questioned, "I will give you the painting after applying the medicine."

Fu Ling turned her head in surprise, looked up at him, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't Xia Xia send you the painting?"

"No one stipulates that the painting must be given to him."

"But, you planned to give the painting to him in the first place?"

"You put yourself into such a state because of that painting, and if you gave it to him so easily, wouldn't it be cheaper for outsiders?"

"That said, he's not in a hurry to get this painting Li Ge, is he?"

"Hmm." He nodded.

"So, as long as I don't return the painting to him for the time being, he won't go back to Shu?"

"He will not go back when he returns to Beijing this time."

Fu Ling suddenly thought of something: "Did he finish the military affairs of Shu County ahead of schedule?"

Jun Beicheng nodded lightly, held her little hand, but said seriously: "You haven't told me why you want this painting."

"The secrets of heaven cannot be leaked."

Jun Beicheng raised his eyebrows and nodded, seeing her mysterious look, he pursed his lips and didn't ask her again.

Seeing that he was not curious at all, Fu Ling frowned, and couldn't help but approached him and asked him, mysteriously: "Look, you are not curious, don't you want to know what the secret is, the secret."

Jun Beicheng still looked calm and calm, shaking his head lightly.

Fu Ling held back not to tell him, and quietly looked at Jun Beicheng's expression of not being curious, so she didn't believe it.


(End of this chapter)