My Queen Is Too Young

Pass the baked sweet potato to comfort myself. It's OK. There's not much left. But eyes or tightly staring at the rest of the sweet potato, and so on Feng Qing shallow bite so little, she took away, Feng Qingqian can not eat much.

But when the little fox met the old fox, he still had to slide his feet and lose his front paw. Feng qingshallow seems to have expected her move, pressing her hand, straight away her remaining baked sweet potato.

Mingyou looks at the empty kraft paper, and then looks at Feng Qingqian's flamboyant eyes. "..." throws the kraft paper and roars, "Feng Qiqi, you're dead..."

the moon is as bright as the moon. On the empty long street, it's only by chance that pedestrians come and go. The pink flower dress on the other side of the bank is rustling against the summer wind. With anger in the eyes of can Ruo stars, she chases the young man in white in front of her.

But the young man jumped on the high Pavilion, laughing and chanting, bending down to watch the little girl jump feet on the ground, angry to death, but can't take him.

Feng Qingqian remembers that seven years ago, it was such a night that she slipped out of the house, but Wei Langyi caught her and went to the Ming mansion. She received the most amazing gift in her life, but at that time, she was only surprised but not happy.

He had a new baby baby to be his adoptive daughter-in-law. That year, he was just over seven years old and less than eight years old. The starlike baby just came out of her mother's stomach.

The princess has been given a special treatment to her for several years. They say it's because of her good life. She was born with Phoenix and red clouds. But Feng Qingqian knows that her life is good because her father is the world-famous God of war, not so much to Mingyou's grace as to Mingli's.

Originally still silent street, suddenly lively up, a large number of people from the other end of the stone bridge came, accompanied by screams and noise. Feng Qing shallow frown, slightly a will Mingyou in his arms, on the Bank of the roof.

In a small sedan chair with soft yarn of Hehuan flower, a woman with a very graceful figure was sitting. The fragrance of Hehuan flower wafted out of the sedan chair lightly and spread with the wind.

"It's delicious!" The fragrance of flowers attracts Mingyou's attention. Mingyou looks at the sedan chair. The sedan goes through the stone bridge and turns to the Bank of Mingyou River, which is very close to them.

The woman's jade hand fell outside the small sedan chair, holding a round fan in her hand. The fan's face was green mountains and green waters. She swayed the round fan from time to time. The vermilion gauze half covers the arm, and the slender nails are painted with red and Huanhua flowers. Mingyou looks down and sees the red cinnabar on the wrist.

Several maids separated the women on the sedan chair, surrounded by a group of people. Mingyouleng didn't see that his salty pig's hands could take advantage of her.

Mingming can only see her faint outline, but Mingyou's intuition is very accurate to tell her that the woman in the sedan chair must be charming and charming, and the style is pleasant.

"She looks so good!" Mingyou's eyes are reluctant to leave. Feng Qing shallow eyes a cold can, looking at the crowd chasing the past, mouth with a sneer.

"How do you know she looks good?" Feng Qingqian pinched her cheek.

"You see, there are so many people around her. It seems that she is possessed by demons. Her every move seems to tempt people." Mingyou looks at the person to walk far away, but also eagerly looks at.

Feng Qing lightly patted her head, "gone." Sliding down the roof.