My Queen Is Too Young

Mingyou is distressed. Why didn't she think of it earlier? If she did, why should she suffer these crimes again.

Blinking his watery eyes, "do I look like such a lunatic?"

"Who knows, the most poisonous woman's heart." Changfengdao is obviously willing to listen to her. In other words, even if the girl was caught back, it would be a bluff.

He didn't dare to do anything to her. If his majesty knew about it, he must have asked for his dog's head, merciless.

Mingyou whispered a few words with him, and the long wind said, "is this OK?"

"Of course, is this my father or your father?" Mingyou glanced at him, and pointed to the ground with her eyes, "don't you let me down?"

Give him an account, Changfeng also had to let her down, Mingyou just landed, trotted back.

This revenge is not a gentleman. Today, Changfeng is holding her for a little while. This revenge is a tie. Hum, let's see how she can deal with him?

Changfeng went back, always thinking about the little girl's attention just now. Changsheng saw him sitting in the room, muttering something all the time.

"Changfeng, what are the gods talking about?" Changsheng slapped him on the shoulder.

Seeing that it was him, Changfeng immediately got up and said about the little girl, "the little girl cheater asked me to go to the border in the guise of general Ming. It is said that if they frighten other neighboring countries, they will not have the courage to make trouble. "

Changsheng said with a smile, "it's a mixed idea, but I think it's OK. I'm afraid it's not convincing to just pretend to be general Ming."

Changfeng took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and said, "this is what she just sent."

Changsheng looked at the red cinnabar, which was the unique totem of the Ming Li family. The Ming character made Changsheng laugh. "If the tiger father has no dog son, he is really as smart as general Ming."

"Is this feasible?" Changfeng still thinks it's not reliable. The key is the idea that the little girl came up with.

"You can take it to your majesty, and if your majesty says it's OK, it will probably happen.

At night, Feng Qingqian bathed herself. Mingyou lay on the soft couch and kneaded Qinghua's stomach. Under the bright candle light, the little girl showed her white belly. Qinghua kneaded her carefully and told her in a low voice, "how old are you? Have you eaten yet? If you don't know, you're reincarnated from starvation. "

Mingyou hemmed and hawed and enjoyed it. Qinghua rubbed her hands and palms. She was afraid of the cold, so she continued to rub them again." the art of War I taught you a few days ago can be recited. "

"Back, back. Didn't you say that girls were not good at fighting and killing, and I was not allowed to learn from them before?" Mingyou half squints, very comfortable.

"This is what your father has learned all his life. If it is broken, how can I tell your mother? If your father knows it, he can't be angry to death?

Professor, these are not for you to be mischievous. You can remember the blood that will be passed on to later generations and to the Ming family from generation to generation. "

"Yes, yes." Mingyou perfunctory answer.

Feng Qingqian comes in, Qinghua hears the footstep sound, then does not speak, just continues to rub her stomach. It was about time for a stick of incense before I quit.

When he went out, he bowed and said, "let me go."

Feng Qing shallow nod, wait for Qinghua to go out, Mingyou immediately gets up from the quilt to sit.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

Mingyou smile Xi Xi's way, "if I'm not sleepy, Qinghua still points out not to want to always recite." The little girl looks at people's mind, but her face is very talented and accurate.