Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Chapter 51 The Peasant Girl's Road to Emperor
The weak girls chattered and became more lively. Ling Chan amusedly accompanied them and asked, "Where is the temple of my palace?"

Without thinking, Liuli blurted out, "We built it for the empress!"

"Building a temple requires property, where did you come from?"

"Let's go earn!" Liuli showed Ling Chan her clothes, "These are clothes made by the sisters themselves. They are cheap and not very beautiful, but they are strong and convenient, and they are most suitable for farmers!"

A girl hidden in the crowd said: "I can also make beautiful clothes. I have been in this place of fireworks for more than ten years. What kind of clothes have I never seen? Delicate, luxurious, beautiful and elegant, all of them are out of the question Down!"

"The concubine is good at embroidery, and the embroidery can also be used to make money and worship the empress."

"But no one wants something made by a whore."

Those noble people who call themselves noble are mean and narrow-minded, and their prejudices are deep.

Ling Chan calmly pointed out the problem, not wanting to make these little girls sad, her pupils were slightly curved, "But I do have an important matter, and I need your help."

"Right now, although private prostitution in the capital is completely abolished, outside the capital, there are many people who take chances and continue to hurt poor and innocent girls for the benefit of heaven."

"I need a group of reliable people to continue to rescue private prostitutes with me."

Ling Chan looked at the little girls who were holding their breath in front of her. They were skinny, as if they would be blown away by a gust of wind, but when she looked at her, the trust in her eyes was heavier than the mountains.

……

According to historical records, in the 18th year of Qianhua, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the first snow fell from the sky.

The goddess left the palace, and she was first bathed in divine grace.

……

"His Majesty!"

Lingchan, who was wrapped in fur, stepped briskly into the palace, "I'm back!"

Emperor Qianhua buried his head between the desks, and when he heard the words, he stretched out a hand, and Ling Chan stretched out his hand to hold it, nestling beside Emperor Qianhua skillfully.

"Have you had fun?"

"Happy, those little girls make me feel that what I do is not meaningless."

As Ling Chan spoke, her head lightly rested on Emperor Qianhua's shoulder.

"You can say whatever you want," Emperor Qianhua put down his pen, smiled lightly and pinched Lingchan's face.

He has always liked to ravage the soft baby fat on Ling Chan's face, his entire fingertips can sink into the soft flesh, his pink skin is as smooth as milk, because he is dyed a deeper bright red.

Ling Chan bit her lip, expecting Ai Ai, and finally expressed her thoughts.

"I want to go to other places to see! Because you are here, the capital is the most enforced. In some small places, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. I am worried that they will not obey."

"Are you going in person?"

"Yeah!" Ling Chan's eyes were shining brightly, full of anticipation, he begged pitifully: "I will bring enough people and protect myself well, let me go!"

"Then you go." The emperor sighed deeply, "You just have to remember that no matter what time I am, I am behind you, and you just have to move forward boldly."

He already understood that his little girl's ambition was not in the inner house, she belonged to a wider and grander world.

He was willing to let go and let her fly.

This world is harsh on women, wind, frost and swords are harsh on the body, gossip and gossip are as sharp as a knife, but he will cover all rain and snow for her.

If the secular etiquette rules and deep-rooted prejudice against women hinder her wings, he will break them one by one for her.

"But the road is dangerous, you have to bring enough people, let your brother protect you with you?"

"But I want to go to the fief of His Royal Highness King An. I'm afraid that he will deliberately violate the policy I advocate because of his enmity with me. If I go with him this afternoon, he won't be able to do anything. If something happens to me... ..."

Ling Chan snorted softly and said, "Then it must have been done by this scoundrel!"

The seemingly obedient emperor frowned this time, "No way,"

He flatly refused: "It's too dangerous!"

"Your Majesty!" Ling Chan pinched his sleeve and tugged it coquettishly.

"You torturer," the emperor sighed and pondered for a while, "ask the crown prince to go with you, and it happens that he should also see more about what the country that he will control in the future looks like."

He can also add more manpower to this team by the way.

……

This is the reason why Ling Chan and her fish are living in the same room at this moment.

As the supreme commander of this trip, she ranked first, and Wang An and the prince were present one after another.

Across a small sandalwood table less than half an arm's length away, there was another place beside Ling Chan.

Wang An lifted his foot and walked towards that seat, "As a person who is troubled by some people's whims and whimsical ideas, it's not too much for me to sit in this seat, right?"

"Of course." Behind him, the prince smiled, "Third brother, please take a seat. I will trouble you to escort us this trip, so naturally you should sit at the front."

"..." Wang An paused, looking back, he sneered strangely, "Indeed, I'm just an incidental incident. Of course, His Royal Highness should come down and take the high position!"

"Don't dare to sit with Imperial Concubine Chen." The prince raised his eyes, gentle and modest, with a dignified manner.

King An sneered, and strode forward, "You don't dare, but I do."

He sat down and spent most of the year on the armrest, with his elbows over the armrest and resting on the small table, with a red ribbon on his black sleeves.

What a coincidence.This strip of red fell on the back of Ling Chan's hand, on the glistening white back of her hand, a bit of decadent red was alluring.

Wang An crossed his legs, smiled wildly, and his eyes were cold, "Hasn't His Royal Highness understood?"

"If you only know how to cower when you are in trouble, you will definitely fail."

After King An's fief title came out, he has always maintained such a sharp and arrogant posture, from the emperor's favorite third son to the abandoned son sent to a cold place.

The person who once looked at no one to offend has paid back all the debts incurred.

King An did not bow his head.

He was even more frivolous and indulgent than before, stubbornly hiding his powerlessness with pride.

The prince looked at him with pity, and took a seat under Ling Chan himself.

Wang An was easily offended by this superior posture.

He tugged at the corners of his lips and flipped his sleeves.The water-red ribbon left Ling Chan's hand, and Wang An's finger followed closely.

"I'm really sorry, my clothes are ignorant and I offend my mother, I'll wipe it for my mother."

He held Ling Chan's hand, kneading it heavily, sliding his calloused fingers, pressing the flawless white, velvety smooth skin into a red that was more erosive than the ribbon.

Like a tacit understanding between brothers, he is also proficient in how to find the prince's sore foot and stomp it hard.

The prince's forehead twitched, and he stood up unbearably, and pressed the overlapping palms of King An and Ling Chan, "Third Brother! You should show more respect to your elders! How can you be so frivolous!"

(End of this chapter)