My Queen Is Too Young

While walking, I feel dizzy and fierce, shortness of breath and shortness of breath. Liu Xiang could only hold the wall and rest a little, but her sight blurred.

She couldn't control herself and fell back. Just before she died, she suddenly remembered that Princess Ming had put a hairpin on her head and cut her scalp...

with a bitter smile, she couldn't count her and missed this step.

Murmured, "Princess Ming, one day, God... Will not let the wicked go!"

The maiden who swept the dust saw that someone had fallen to the ground, but in the past she found her mouth and nose bleeding. She was frightened and cried out, "ah, dead man."

In Jinghan palace, hongsu painted her eyebrows and whispered, "the servant outside reported that Liu Xiang was dead, and her emergency was dragged out and thrown away."

Mingyue's fingers smeared a little bit of lipstick on her lips and chuckled, "it seems that the girl's life is not good. She must have been reprimanded in Fanghua hall before."

"Yes, the third lady is not as tolerant as your mother. She has a small mind and cares about others." Hong Su followed her words.

Weiyang hall, Changfeng stretched out his head and muttered, "according to reason, today is the third day, should we wake up?"

Feng Qingqian was very anxious, but he didn't say a word. He just rubbed his hands with his fingers, which finally betrayed his heart.

Before the long wind will head back, Mingyou eyes suddenly opened.

Watery eyes like wolf eyes, but eyes with a little cute, very fierce way, "you are an assassin?"

this word is familiar to us!

Changfeng shivers with fright. Before she has time to say more, Mingyou's eyes are closed again...

Feng Qing's body is stiff and looks at each other with Changfeng. Mingyou's eyes suddenly opened again, reached out to rub his eyes, tut way, "back pain, really uncomfortable."

Feng Qingqian stares at her tightly. Her eyes are happy and blooming. Mingyou gets up from the quilt. Before she can speak, she is taken in her arms by Feng Qingqian.

"Feng Qiqi, what are you doing?" Mingyou is a little confused. What happened?

Feng Qingqian's strength is some big, the temperature in the arms is rising, and Lede's breathing is somewhat depressed. Changfeng didn't dare to disturb him. He ran out happily and informed everyone of the news.

"You wake up at last!" Voice with vicissitudes and dumb, with the survivors, with the happiness of the lost and recovered.

Mingyou neck against his shoulder, mouth Du Du Du, "I sleep for a long time?"

Weiyang hall is happy like New Year's day. Ruyi orders the small kitchen to boil ginseng chicken soup. "This chicken must be a pheasant. Go and slice the largest ginseng in the warehouse. The small fire simmers slowly, and it will be drunk by your highness in the evening. "

"Yes. Hanhuan rushed to do, Hanxi is to help catch a few days ago outside the palace sent in the pheasant.

Mingyou whole nest in Feng Qing shallow arms, listening to him about recent events. Mingyou intestines are destroyed green, "you said my palace things are my own smashed?"

My blue and white cup, blue and white, my blue and white cup, blue and white, blue and white! Boo hoo, why am I crazy? It's my own things that I smash, not others'? "

More want to more regret, holding Feng Qing shallow sleeve, poor way, "why no one to stop me?"