Raiders of the Empress: My Empress is Too Small

Chapter 567 Newlyweds
Pushing the door open, Feng Qing Youqian, dressed in red, stood outside the door. The bright red color made him less cold and warmer.He has black hair and red clothes, and his face is as clear as jade.

Feng Qingqian stretched out her hand, covered Mingyou with a translucent red gauze, took her hand and said, "I, Feng Qingqian, came to marry Empress Mingyou, and I wish to hold my son's hand and grow old together with him."

Mingyou's eyes were a little hot, and he smiled softly, "Then you brought a betrothal gift?"

"The world is the matchmaker, and the country is the benefactor. I wish to marry only one person to live forever." Feng Qingqian shook her hand and said.

Mingyou's eyes were full of tears, but he smiled and followed his steps all the way.The mornings and trees in the ancient courtyard seem to have aged, and even the stone bricks have light moss.

On the old tree, there is a section of red silk wrapped around it, floating with the evening wind.

Feng Qingqian worshiped the heaven and the earth, the ancient tree, and the husband and wife with her.Take her hijab off.He said, "Ah You, I will only have you as my wife in this life."

With tears in his eyes, Mingyou nodded, "It's the same for me, I will marry you alone in this life."

Looking at the empty room, Mingyou rubbed his stomach and muttered, "I'm so hungry, I forgot to bring something out."

Feng Qing said shallowly, "I will get you what you want to eat."

"Golden jade balls, smoked meat, black-bone chicken soup." Feng Qingqian took her around the kitchen, "It seems that you can only eat a bowl of plain noodles."

This villa was temporarily arranged, and there were no people living in it before, so there were few cooking utensils, and there were not many firewood, rice, oil and food.

Mingyou nodded, "Let's just have plain noodles, it's better than nothing."

Standing at the door, he watched Feng Qing lightly cook two bowls of plain noodles.

In the scalding boiling water, Feng Qingqian threw the dry noodles down, went out to the garden in the villa to pick some fresh vegetables, washed them and threw them in the pot to cook together.

Feng Qingqian brought the noodles to the living room, the green vegetables and white noodles looked very delicate, Ming You took a sip, Feng Qingqian said, "How is it?"

Of course, it's not as delicious as the chef's cooking, but it's much better than my own.

Mingyou took a sip of the soup, and then remembered a long-standing question, "Ah, I forgot to add salt when I cooked noodles for you last time."

Feng Qingqian was almost not surprised by her brain circuit. It's early spring and March, did she just think of the trivial things in the cold winter?

He patted her on the head and said, "It's okay, as long as I think it's delicious."

Mingyou was as happy as a mad mouse, gulping down the noodles.While Feng Qingqian was washing the dishes, she wandered around.

Although it is a mountain villa, it is not big, and there are only a dozen or so rooms, most of which are flowers, plants and trees with natural landscapes.Obviously, the person who designed this villa seems to like eating pears or pear blossoms.To the east of the villa, the pear blossoms all over the ground look far away, a snow-white fairyland.

Mingyou dragged her red skirt and approached, and could faintly smell the fragrance of pear blossoms.

The moonlight is like frost, pear blossoms are all over the ground, among the thousands of trees and pear blossoms, a woman in red has bright eyes, playful and smart, and tries hard to pick pear blossom branches on her toes.

Feng Qingqian jumped over in the wind, picked off the pear blossoms on the branches, put them in her hair, and said with a low smile, "It's beautiful."

Mingyou stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and smiled lightly, "Whether people are more beautiful or flowers are more beautiful."

Feng Qingqian reached out to pick her chin and said, "Flowers are beautiful because of talents." He leaned over and kissed her delicate lips.

The fragrance of pears floated, the red clothes were entwined, Feng Qingqian pressed against her forehead, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her voice was rough, "Are you ready? My queen?"

(End of this chapter)