My Queen Is Too Young

"That looks good."

"Your Majesty, of course. Is there anything in the world that looks better than your majesty? If there is... It must be the queen. " When xiaoshunzi saw that Feng Qingqian was shallow, it turned from sunny to overcast, and then from Yin to sunny. Of course, xiaoshunzi praised Feng Qingqian because of his sharp mouth.

Feng Qingqian nodded with satisfaction, "go down and receive the reward. By the way, you will take Qi en's house. The little son of Qi's family is intelligent and diligent. I will allow him to study abroad, so I will send him to nuzun Dynasty first."

"Here, your majesty..."

"well, objection?" Fengqing shallow road.

Xiao shunzi bowed, "I dare not, I dare not. I just want to ask your majesty, do you need a pot of jasmine tea?"

Of course, he didn't dare to have any objection, but when he sent it, he didn't know how angry king Qi was going to be. This king always looked down on the lady's Kingdom most. Now he has to send the younger son of the aristocracy. Does your majesty have any enmity with him?

When Feng Qingqian just came back from the bath, Mingyou was already sitting on the soft couch wrapped in a small quilt. Feng Qingqian came over and asked, "why don't you go to school tomorrow morning?"

"I feel dizzy. Maybe I'm sick and can't go to class tomorrow." Mingyou pretends to be weak. Feng Qingqian stares at her and makes her creepy, but doesn't speak.

Mingyou knows that Feng Qingqian doesn't believe it. She simply beats the quilt with both hands and gives up the idea of pretending to be sick. The old fox is the most cunning and can't cheat him at all.

See Feng Qing shallow lie down, Mingyou simply get to his side, grasp his thin coat, coquettish, "but I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I haven't been there for a long time. I've left a lot of homework behind. I'm sure I'll hit the palm of my hand. "

"I'll send you a little shunzi, and I'll explain it to you." Feng Qing shallow cold voice.

Mingyou, "..." this is to block her way back, simply blink of an eye, heart a cruel, tearful way, "Feng seven seven, seven brother, I will not go tomorrow one day, OK?" Jiaonuo's small sweet sound, the hand also tightly grasps the Feng Qing shallow shoulder's clothes.

Feng Qing shallow listen to her brother, not from the heart of a soft.

"No way." Although words or resolute refusal, but the voice is not half cold.

Mingyou bit his lips and simply stretched out his head. Feng Qingqian noticed her change. She turned her head and looked at it without thinking about it. On one side, Mingyou's lips were just printed on Feng Qingqian's lips.

Soft and delicate lips like with fresh honey, although it is just a bar, but this touch is infinite expansion in Feng Qingqian's brain, from the lips to the skin, and even the soul.

Feng Qingqian felt a stiff palm, followed by a thin layer of sweat, stiff limbs but with a hot, it seems that there is a feeling of being possessed by the devil.

"Seven seven brother, OK?"

Feng Qing shallow squint eyes, mouth, "I consider to consider." There was a languid and contented voice. Mingyou Baji kisses his cheek again, "that's OK." Qinghua said that as long as she put it wrong when she was a child, her mother was angry. If she kissed her mother, her mother would have no anger, so she had to wipe her mouth.

Now she doesn't drool, but the effect of kissing should be the same.

Feng Qing shallow eye son dark go down, laryngeal knot moved a little bit, "tomorrow one day."

Mingyou cheered, Feng Qingqian was looking forward to it, and she would be kissed. Is he supposed to refuse her with righteous words? Girls can't casually have relatives. Then he thought, forget it, and wait for her kiss.