Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 68 Do I Have the Answer on My Face?

Zhang Yuanwai frowned and pulled his ears vigorously. He was severely beaten, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he seemed to have gained weight.

"Son of a bitch, where the hell did you put me?!"

"Speak up, why is no one talking!"

He couldn't hear anything, his fat and bloated body kept writhing, and he picked out heavy earwax from his fingernails, which he subconsciously wiped on the ground next to him.

But he clearly felt that someone walked past him!

The faint scent of ambergris should be a man.

"There are people above me, if you dare to move a finger of mine again," Zhang Yuanwai raised his arm and pointed around, with a horrifying expression on his face, threatening, "Damn it, I will let you eat it all Walk!"

Li Ge twitched the corner of his mouth, really wanting to kick Zhang Yuanwai again.

What to do, his feet are already itchy!

"Dog, what are you talking about?" Zhang Yuanwai didn't know where he was at all, the unknown fear haunted him like a devil, and he couldn't breathe under the oppression, "I have money, I have a lot of money, I can give you money, as long as you let me go, I promise not to tell anyone!"

On the high seat, Jun Beicheng's beautiful eyes were half-closed, and three fingers were attached to the tea saucer. The green saucer was like spring water reflecting pear blossoms in his white hands.

His fingers are long and slender, with well-proportioned and slightly convex joints and graceful curves.

Amidst the mist, the man's tough and glamorous facial features showed no joy.

He didn't seem to hear the vulgar words.

In the whole hall, there was no sound except for Zhang Yuan's abuse.

The atmosphere was so tense that water was about to drip out.

Everyone's brows were tightly locked, and it seemed that a storm was brewing here.

Jiang Houye on the side pursed his lips, and did not dare to talk to Zhang Yuanwai who was talking nonsense, his heart was tense, for fear that Jun Beicheng would slam the saucer down.

His heart was pounding and his palms were sweating.

His Highness has always been moody, and no one can predict his thoughts accurately.

Zhang Yuanwai was still cursing in a sensational way, and his voice was endless——

Fu Ling sat on the high seat next to Junbei City, resting her chin with one hand, concentrating on the tea ceremony on the table.

After a long while, she casually tilted her head to look at Jun Beicheng, with a sweet smile on her lips, and said lazily, "He probably can't hear us anymore, why didn't he punish him."

Jiang Lige silently gave Fu Ling a thumbs up in his heart.

well said!
In Daqin, the only person who can talk to third brother openly is Zhutou.

Jun Beicheng stopped shaking the saucer, and his fingertips were fixed on the wall of the saucer, as if he had recovered.

He supported the back of Fuling's seat with one hand, and his raised arms seemed to enclose her, and he slightly lowered his eyes to look at her level.

The distance is very close, and the posture is ambiguous.

In his eyes, Mu Fuling's fair and stunning facial features are reflected.

The girl looked up at him incredulously.

Fu Ling felt that there seemed to be a whirlpool in Jun Beicheng's deep black eyes, trying to swallow her up.

His eyes, as calm and deep as a cold pool, were extremely dark.

"Do I have an answer on my face?" she asked.

Regarding her question, Jun Beicheng thought for a moment, seemed to be choosing his words, and then said, "Don't worry."

Fu Ling was taken aback when she heard the words, and suddenly remembered Zhang Yuanwai's words, her eyes flickered slightly: "Do you want him to confess the people above?"

Jun Beicheng raised his hand to lick the broken hair around the girl's ears, rubbed her little head, and said with a faint smile, "What else?"

(End of this chapter)