My Queen Is Too Young

Mingyou almost didn't give gas to faint in the past, and angry, sad and embarrassed, simply wiped his nose with his sleeve, turned his back and ignored them.

It's too much, especially Feng Qiqi, who laughs at her. But anger returned to anger. In this embarrassing anger, she couldn't cry at all.

The great doctor took turns to see, helpless, unable to come up with any good solution, just faltering for a long time, Feng Qingqian listened to her head and simply asked them to withdraw.

Mingyou worried very much, "I won't be like this all my life." A strong sense of despair shrouded her, Feng Qing shallow patted her head, "nothing, I think it's easy to see more." He didn't tell Mingyou that he had ordered someone to find Nantian.

At the end of the day, he lay on a soft couch with a dead face. Feng Qingqian had no choice but to take food as bait to stimulate her, "this morning's imperial food has spicy stomach silk, Wanfu charcoal braised sirloin, and specially stewed for you a night of sour radish old duck soup."

Mingyou shook his head, weak way, "I have no appetite." A look of despair.

Feng Qing shallow stare at her to see, turn toward outside to order a, "life person passes meal."

"I don't want to eat ~" Mingyou muttered, pinching his head once again, and did not want him to see his "ugly face." Feng Qingqian immediately turned her head around and said, "let me see more times. If I can't cure it, I can get used to it."

Mingyou Qi raised his foot to kick him. My fist, small milk voice said fiercely, it's all the blame of Nantian. When I catch him, I have to scratch the center of his foot with feathers, and then let longevity bite off his flesh one by one. " In the past, with her small face, it was fierce and cute, but now it has become ugly fierce ugly fierce.

When the lunch comes in, the aroma of the food spreads all around. When Feng Qingqian opens the sour radish duck soup, Mingyou can't help moving his nose. Duck soup mixed with sour radish flavor, refreshing but not weak, Mingyou can't help but gulp down the saliva.

Can think of his face immediately and glum, Feng Qingqian sat down, picked up chopsticks, picked a piece of sirloin and put it into his mouth, nodded, "well, the new imperial chef is good. The ridge here is tender but not fishy, and the heat is just right. Enjoy it." In fact, where to come from the new imperial kitchen, the imperial dining room has not found a new imperial chef for several years, Feng Qingqian deliberately said to Mingyou.

After listening to this, Mingyou can't lie down. She gets up and quickly puts on her shoes and runs to the table in the outer hall. She takes a look at the charred sirloin and mutters, "where is the new one? It's not the same as usual."

But it's not cost-effective not to eat two mouthfuls. Mingyou took a spoon clumsily scooped up a small piece, put it into the mouth to chew, and took a piece to the mouth.

Feng Qing shallow eyes flash a glimmer of satisfaction, treat her, there are ways!

She reached out and sat on the chair. The maids, who were very envious, first served a bowl full of old duck soup to Mingyou. Mingyou didn't start. She lowered her head and took a big sip. She smacked her lips and said, "it's good to drink."

"Why, do you want to eat now?"

Mingyou opened his mouth, but he caught the spicy stomach silk, and said, "anyway, you can't die of hunger. You'd better eat some. I'll take a few." Her so-called a few mouthfuls is to comfort herself, eat a small half plate of charcoal grilled sirloin, but also full drink a bowl of old duck soup. If it was not for Feng Qingqian, I was afraid that she would be able to eat half a plate of shredded tripe.