Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 48
The next day.

In the early morning, a magnificent morning glow appeared in the east, and the air was filled with a veil-like mist.

Shangyi Bureau.

Maoyuan City is picturesque, and the Changmen tiles are about to flow, overlooking the grandeur of the imperial capital, overlooking the floating clouds.

The structure of the palace here is extremely beautiful and elegant, and the imperial city deep in the Zhuqiang palace is indeed a beautiful and unique scenery.

Outside the gate of the Shangyi Bureau, Wei Zitong (Zitong, the highest official title of the Shangyi Bureau.) dressed in official court clothes, and waited outside the door with all the maids and guards for the arrival of His Highness.

After a while, at the corner at the end of the street, a gorgeous sedan slowly turned the corner.

The moment the sedan chair appeared, all the people on the street spontaneously and consciously gave way to a wide road for the sedan chair at the first time, so that the sedan chair could pass smoothly on the street .

Two red vulture BMWs pull the cart.

The sedan chair made of gold and jade is engraved with intricate reliefs of dragons and phoenixes, and the dragon scales and phoenix feathers all outline the noble gold border.

It is a gorgeous chaise dedicated to His Highness.

There were two rows of palace maids on both sides of the sedan chair. The guards had extremely solemn expressions, with swords on their waists, and they were dressed imposingly.

Hurry up, the Shangyi Bureau arrives.

Wei Zi uniformly lifted his clothes, bowed to the ground, and respectfully said: "The minister waits to welcome Your Highness, welcome the Crown Princess, Your Highness is a thousand years old, and the Crown Princess is a thousand years old."

Then, all the maids and guards beside the sedan chair and in front of the monk's clothing bureau immediately bowed their heads and knelt down, and there was a tidal wave of worship.

"Get up."

A man's calm and deep voice sounded from inside the sedan chair.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Everyone gets up.

The soft smoky and water-colored gauze curtain of the sedan chair was lifted from the inside, and Fu Ling poked out a small head first.

"Oh, it's finally here~"

With the support of two nuns, the girl stepped on the horse stool and jumped out of the sedan chair, looking at the people in the clothing bureau in front of her with clear eyes.

She seemed to be interested, and walked slowly to the plaque of the Shangyi Bureau, looking up at something.

All the maids in the Shangyi Bureau immediately lowered their heads and bowed their bodies, with extremely respectful expressions.

You can't face the royal family squarely, this is the rule in the Daqin Palace.

The gauze curtain of the sedan chair was lifted by Xia Yan from the outside, he bent down respectfully and raised his hands to support the man inside the sedan chair until Jun Beicheng slowly stepped off the sedan chair.

Jun Beicheng was dressed in a white robe, like a bright moon in the sky.

However, the bright moon should be cool, noble and holy.

However, this man exudes a strong cold air, as if he is the god of death and hell who is in the hands of hell and controls the life and death of others.

A complex feeling that is contradictory to extremes but fits perfectly.

While giving people the ultimate impact and surprise, there is also an invisible oppression.

Jun Beicheng looked up, and the girl's back was as slender as a cloud, reflected beside a high vermilion wall, extremely soft and graceful.

She stood quietly in the distance.

Today's Fu Ling's bun was made by Jun Beicheng for her, and a jade comb with a bird pattern was pinned to it.

Half a smear of white jade was exposed between the buns, which was similar to her snowy and moonlit skin color, making it look like a pear blossom to a girl.

In addition, her dress is elegant, her skirt is flowing along the Xiangshui River, and her temples are full of Wu Yun, which makes her look more slender and appropriate, and is extremely moving.

Looking at Jun Beicheng, Mammy felt a slight light in front of her eyes, and smiled slowly.

At her age, seeing the way His Highness looked at the Crown Princess, she felt a little envious.

"Girl," at some point, Jun Beicheng had come to Fu Ling's side, he smiled faintly and took her hand, and said softly, "Follow me, let's go."

Fu Ling immediately came back to her senses, took a last look at the plaque, looked at Jun Beicheng as if waking up from a dream, stuck out her tongue mischievously, and murmured softly: "Okay, I'll follow up now."

Everyone hurriedly followed behind the two of them, and Wei Zitong respectfully explained to Jun Beicheng about the enthronement ceremony.

At the entrance of the Shangyi Bureau where everyone dispersed, the snow-white little fox under the plaque disappeared in the corner in an instant.

It seems that its appearance is just a momentary illusion.

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(End of this chapter)