My Queen Is Too Young

Mingyou found a pen and paper, thought about it, picked up the pen and wrote a word, "want."

Changfeng looked at this lonely word and felt that the fight was settled, but his desire for survival made him struggle to death. "You waste so much paper, write more, even if it's bullshit."

At least hold his dog's life. Changfeng takes the crumpled paper and looks at the words of Feng Qingqian. If your majesty knows that the little girl is colder than him, will it be a bad night tonight?

If it is said that the little girl is usually awkward, is it your Majesty's? Then, your majesty, it's them who are uncomfortable. No one can be better!

Mingyou frown, biting the penholder, "write what?"

"It's OK. Anything. Just fill it up."

After half an hour's delay, Changfeng finally took the straw to go back to work.

Feng Qing shallow see her that delicate small characters, this just reluctantly and pleasantly some. Changfeng immediately bowed down and said, "I'll leave."

In case his majesty is not satisfied with the content of the letter, he will say that there is no way. The little girl wrote it quietly, but he did not see it.

Feng Qingqian looked at the letter, and her eyebrows stretched out. All the things in the letter were trivial. For his question, the little girl just wrote a simple thought.

It's said that the cold moon is particularly greedy today. I fed a chicken leg and ate two sugar gourd. If it wasn't discovered early, it might have eaten a bunch of them. When she went back, the people in the house were very happy and saved a lot of things to give her. It was better than the clay figurines made by the housekeeper, the handkerchief embroidered by the servant girls, and the puppets bought for her.

Very ordinary small things, but Feng Qing shallow look at but very at ease, like her sweet voice in his ear to speak.

After reading the letter twice, Feng Qingqian had the heart to deal with government affairs. It's just the concubines who are out in the summer. In the outside make-up have been made up several times, stroll a day, also did not see Feng Qing shallow come out.

The trustee went to ask and found out that Feng Qingqian was dealing with government affairs in the palace. Everyone thought he was busy, so he went back.

But Feng Qingqian has been busy until night, because he has not moved a fold from morning to afternoon.

At the end of the book, the soul painter hidden in the Ming general's mansion also sent the painting back. A synthetic pamphlet is bigger than the palm of one's hand. It is all about what Mingyou has done today.

The outline of the flower house is very simple, but the woman inside is lifelike, much like a real person. The little girl will brush the cold moon, eat watermelon under the tree, and talk to the people in the house.

Looking at the corner of his mouth and drowning in a smile, Changfeng knew that the hands and eyes of the two brothers were saved. When he came back, he secretly looked at it and exclaimed in his heart that talents could open a painting gallery.

Feng Qing shallow see complacent still not finished, way, "order them to continue tomorrow, as long as the queen is in the house, all painting."

"Yes." Changfeng went to report the good news!

Ming you had nothing to do, so she planned to go outside the mansion. Ruyi said, "Your Highness, wait a minute. I'm going to follow you."

"Well, no, I'll just walk around and change my clothes into ordinary clothes." Mingyou turns around.

Ruyi was worried and looked at the cold moon. It was early in the morning. He thought it would be OK. He said, "Your Highness will come back in the afternoon. It's not safe to be dark."