Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 70
But half a cup of tea.

The breeze will arrive.

"master."

A man with black hair half kneeling on the ground, with one hand on his shoulder, bowed slightly to salute Jun Beicheng, devout and respectful.

Qingfeng is an extremely beautiful man with long eyebrows like willows and a body like a jade tree.

Perhaps because of the long journey, the pure white clothes on his upper body were slightly wet, and a thin layer of sweat seeped through the clothes, making the originally excellent body even more exquisite and translucent.

Her long hair was tied behind her snow-white neck, which could be described as charming and glamorous.

It's a pity that Qingfeng has always been indifferent.

"Get up," Jun Beicheng indifferently looked at the texture of the jade finger on his thumb, and ordered casually in a low and deep voice, "Let's find out what's wrong with Mr. Zhang on the ground."

"Yes."

Qingfeng glanced at Zhang Yuanwai who was on the ground with eyes clouded by a layer of cold mist, got up and walked towards the wailing Zhang Yuanwai.

"I was beaten like this by you," Zhang Yuanwai felt someone approaching, and immediately stretched out his hands to grope around, trying to catch someone and ask him clearly, "Do you know that I am from the imperial court?!"

Qingfeng seemed to have never heard of it, and slowly squatted in front of the fat Zhang Yuanwai.

His body was extremely light, and he turned slightly to one side, easily avoiding Zhang Yuanwai's touch.

At some point, a silver needle appeared in Qingfeng's palm, and he held the silver needle without looking sideways and inserted it into Zhang Yuanwai's head.

"Ah——" Zhang Yuanwai howled like a pig, grinning his teeth in pain, his facial features twisted as if they were in the wrong place, "you group of people who kill thousands of knives, when my people find Mr. I die!!"

Li Ge rolled his eyes as if he heard a big joke, and said in an unruly tone, "This guy is really funny."

They are dying, and they are still daydreaming.

"Third brother, why don't you let me beat him up again, I really can't stand it anymore, shit, his mouth is worse than mine!"

Jun Beicheng glanced at Jiang Lige, and Li Ge's whole body trembled, so he could only close his mouth resentfully.

Lord Jiang Hou died, and he has given up any hope for this dog.

Qingfeng clamped Zhang Yuanwai's two chubby paws with one hand, pulled out the silver needle indifferently, and then ruthlessly shook him off.

"Wang... bastard, I hurt you to death!"

Zhang Yuanwai was in so much pain that he was like a bitter gourd, and sweat kept dripping down.

He covered his legs and bent over, crawling on the ground with his buttocks pouted in an extremely unsightly way, as if a hundred old official rats were biting in his mind.

Qingfeng put away the silver needle, came to Jun Beicheng, bent down and squatted beside the man, covered his lips and said a few words in a low voice.

Jun Beicheng nodded lightly, the corners of his lips twitched lightly, after thinking for a moment, he slowly said to Qingfeng: "Go."

"Yes."

Qingfeng lowered his head, and under everyone's gaze, he walked outside Changping Hall. His cold voice sounded at the entrance of the hall: "My lords, please come in."

After Hubu Shangshu and Hubu Li Shilang thanked Qingfeng, they walked towards Changping Hall.

After the two paid their respects, they stood at the side of the hall, waiting for Jun Beicheng's dispatch without saying a word.

"Hey, why can I see it all of a sudden?" Zhang Yuanwai rubbed his eyes vigorously, and found that his sight gradually became clearer, and then he laughed loudly, "I can see, I can see, I can— —”

The next moment, when Zhang Yuanwai saw Li Shilang opposite him, the smile on his face froze, and he couldn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)