My Queen Is Too Young

Feng Qing shallow patted her head, "that's for you."

Mingyou shook his head, thought for a while, took out the fire fold from his body, ran to tear up the book and ignited it, clapped his hands and said, "it's better to burn this harmful thing."

The south day looks at the book in the flame to turn into ashes, some pity and some relaxed, such as relief way, "burned also." This world also get this quiet.

In fact, what the martial uncle is afraid of is not only the master's cleaning up the door, but also the tens of thousands of greed in the world. The more famous he is, the more people will want to get the secret learning. If the greedy person gets this book, he will spend his whole life chasing him.

Being carried out, the poison king just saw Mingyou burning his book. He struggled to push the people around him and crawled over. But now he is just a waste man, and when he climbs over, it has become a pile of ruins.

The poison king held the thing that had been turned into ruins and cried. He didn't know whether he was crying for himself or for the book. Nan Tian waved his hand and looked at the master innocently, "master, you really want to take this old cripple back. Look at his stubborn appearance."

"He is now a useless man, and he can't afford to do evil. I promised my master that as long as I live, I will take care of him for a day. If my deadline comes, he will follow me to see the master. At last, there is an explanation from the bottom. "

Mei Chang looks at the younger martial brother who is crying with ashes. She remembers that decades ago, master came back with a boy of seven or eight years old and said, "ah Chang, this is your younger martial brother in the future. You can manage the fight." He also reached the age of white hair in a hurry.

Mingyou looked at Mei Chang getting on the carriage and frowned, "Feng Qi Qi, do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing for the poison king to live like this?" What's the difference between him and the disabled.

"What do you think?" Feng Qing shallow see to her, Mingyou shake head, "I also don't know." Seeing some gloomy days, he slapped his forehead and said, "ah, I forgot. My chrysanthemum tea is still in the sun. Let's go. Let's go. What can they do if they don't want to collect it?"

Feng Qingqian doesn't go fast. He knows that she forgot to eat. Ruyi Qinghua will also remember trivia for her, but he won't tell her. He likes this little girl's happiness, anger, sorrow and joy, everything, fresh and interesting, let him feel that there is a trace of temperature in the world.

The South sky looks at the bright you dragging the Phoenix Qing shallow, one high one short, thought extremely interesting, this world of mortals is also very good.

"Nantian, why don't you take medicine?" Feng Jiaoyue, carrying a long sword, chased her from the long street. With her ears moving, she ran in the opposite direction and squeezed into the downtown area and disappeared.

When Changfeng came back, he hesitated to go in, arched his hand and said, "Your Majesty, your subordinates were negligent of duty. On the way back with the masked man, he died in an accident."

Gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, please punish me."

Feng Qing shallow lazy head up, "well, go down."

That's it? Yeah? Changfeng can't believe it?

Changfeng turned to go out, suddenly thought of something, and then turned in and took out a piece of paper from his arms. "Your Majesty, this is the tattoo on the back of the masked man's neck. His subordinates found that the assassin also had this thing."

Feng Qing shallow holding paper in a daze, Changfeng then backed out.

When xiaoshunzi knocked on the door, fengqingqian was burning paper. When he finished burning, xiaoshunzi came in and told, "Your Majesty, this is the golden chrysanthemum sent by the people of Changting hall."