My Queen Is Too Young

"Isn't it too cheap to kill you?" Changfeng came in first, dragging a chair. Put the chair well, Feng Qingqian also came in. The cold eyes seemed to be the arrival of death, and there was a chill around them.

Before she opened her mouth, she felt cold on her back and couldn't help but shiver slightly. Feng Qing shallow looked at her for a long time, "this face is really let me some can't bear to start.

When the queen was born, Madame Ming was still there. She was like a queen and came to her face with aura, which was beyond her comparison. If you are willing to stay by the Queen's side and make her happy for the rest of her life, I won't do anything to you? "

Make the lady smile, "coax her to be happy, ha ha I live with fear all day, in front of her carefully put on a loving mother, for fear that a careless show of horse feet. In front of Mei Fei do low bow small, day by day by her control, how do I keep my own. You killed my daughter, my only daughter

Feng Qing's eyes and eyebrows raised, and she laughed, "I think ah Yu is more like you. Ma San is a scoundrel. The local ruffians are not bad. But ah Yu's arrogance and arrogance are beyond his capacity. I think he inherited it from you. If Ma San knows that you have made him a ghost and his daughter, what do you think? "

Hearing Ma San's name, his wife's face was immediately flustered and extremely frightened. "What do you mean? I don't understand. Ma San was drunk and the house caught fire accidentally. What's the relationship with me?"

Feng Qing light smile, eyes with a chill, "you such a woman die is not worthy of regret, but I will not let you die, I will let you live well, suffer from all kinds of suffering in the world."

"What do you want to do? Ah, you... " Make the lady shake her head, more and more afraid. In the past, because of Mingyou, fengqingqian always respected and kind to Madame Ming for her face. She forgot that the wolf was a fierce wolf rather than a soft sheep.

Feng Qingqian didn't speak. Changfeng gently clapped her hands twice. It was quiet. She found that no one came in. She clapped her hands again with patience. Her strength was increased. There was empty applause in the cell, and the air became quiet.

Stretched out his head to see outside, found no one, long wind and angry, walked out, way, "where is the death of people?"

After several steps, I heard a bodyguard's voice, "come, come, childe Changfeng. My subordinates take pictures to disturb your Majesty's conversation with the young master, so go further."

He was dressed in blue brown clothes with a sword in his hand. He pushed and pushed a man in coarse clothes. The thief's eyebrows and mice were far away. It was the material of local ruffians. There is a bowl shaped scar on the neck, uneven, as if burned by fire.

The man shrunk his neck and was pushed all the way into the cell. She did not dare to look at Feng Qingqian, so she was pushed by the long wind to her wife. "Ma San, for so many years, you have always said that even if the matchless has turned into dust, you also know it. I want to see. Do you still recognize it today?"

Ma San's hair was almost gray white, and her face was full of wrinkles. Seeing the woman tied on the shelf, she was surprised, "do you think she is the matchless poisonous woman?" Hoarse fear.

After a careful look around, she felt that she was a little familiar with her figure. Ma San was afraid to admit that she was wrong. She immediately went up and tore the clothes on her left shoulder, revealing a mole the size of a small nail cap.