Raiders of the Empress: My Empress is Too Small

Chapter 212
Mingyou was too tired from playing, and fell asleep lying on the side of the couch before going back to wash up.When Feng Qingqian came in, Ruyi had just fetched hot water.

Feng Qing watched her put down the hot water, and said, "Go and greet General Ming with Chang Feng, and I'll wash her."

After Ruyi bowed, she backed away. Feng Qingqian carefully wiped her face, took off her shoes and socks, washed her feet lightly, and then sent her back to the bed.

Accidentally touched her hand, Mingyou's eyelids moved, Feng Qingqian held her stiffly on the couch.

"Daddy!" Mingyou muttered something in a low voice but did not wake up, Feng Qingqian was relieved and put her into the bed.

In the past, Mingyou always came to the border with arguing and clamoring, but she didn't expect her to come in this way for the first time.Feng Qingqian hasn't slept well for the past few days, if General Ming left, and the little girl's mother disappeared inexplicably many years ago, she must be considered lonely and helpless.

He bowed his head and kissed her tender face, thinking of her crisp voice, Feng Qingqian's heart felt uncomfortable.Unexpectedly, one day, Mingyou also became the same person as him.

Feng Qingqian remembered that a few years ago, he was also such a lonely person, he was born without a mother, even though he had a father, it was better than nothing.His father doesn't love long, doesn't value affection, he doesn't favor anyone, and he doesn't really hurt anyone in his bones.For him, the throne and himself are the most important.

In his eyes, being bullied is nothing more than his own incompetence and lack of ability.When Feng Qingqian was a child, he suffered countless blind looks and bullying, but his father did help occasionally, and most of the time he was laissez-faire.

What is the difference between an emperor who cannot protect himself and a waste wood?The first thing Feng Qingqian learned was forbearance and ruthlessness. With forbearance and ruthlessness, he has come to today step by step.

Early in the morning, when Ruyi came over with breakfast, Mingyou had already asked about her father, "Ruyi, has my father eaten porridge?" The imperial physician explained that Li's body is not suitable for eating greasy and hard food, So for a few days, there was only clear porridge and little water, so he ate less than half a bowl yesterday, and the rest of the time was hung with ginseng soup and tonics.

"The imperial doctor stewed the medicinal food and sent it. I don't know if I have eaten it. Your Highness eat it quickly. After eating, you can go to see General Ming. Ruyi blew the porridge cold. Mingyou took the porridge on his own initiative, picked up the bowl and drank it.

"It's not good, General Ming." Chang Feng came in and saw Ming You who had just put the bowl on the table, he couldn't say anything for a moment, so he said, "Your Highness, go and see the general."

Mingyou immediately ran away
Surrounded by Mingli, the two imperial physicians both shook their heads and sighed, "Your Majesty, it's hopeless, let the general explain the funeral."

"How could it be? Yesterday my father was still in good spirits." Mingyou came in, his eyes turned red immediately, he didn't believe it.Grasping Feng Qingqian's hand was like a life-saving straw, "Feng Qiqi, you saw it yesterday too, right?"

"Your Highness, the general is returning to his glory." The imperial physician withdrew after finishing speaking.

"What is a flashback?"

"That's right. When a person is about to die, they will suddenly jump up and down, full of energy, as if they have recovered from their illness."

"No, you're lying, hoot, I don't believe it." Mingyou hurriedly ran over to the bright bedside, "Daddy, don't scare me, I won't dare to be naughty in the future."

Ming Li's face was blue-gray, with black blood on his lips, his breath was as thin as silk, but he held his breath, trying to reach out to touch Ming You, but he raised his hand in mid-air, but he was powerless.

Mingyou took the initiative like a puppy, stretched his head over and placed it on his big palm.

(End of this chapter)