My Queen Is Too Young

Push the door out, a red suit of Feng Qing you shallow stand outside the door, bright red fire let him less a bit cold, more warm. Black hair, red clothes, face if jade.

Feng Qingqian stretched out her hand and covered Mingyou with a piece of translucent red gauze. She held her hand and said, "I, fengqingqian, have come to marry the empress Mingyou. I would like to hold the hand of my son and grow old with my son."

Mingyou eyes some hot, gently smile way, "then you can bring betrothal gifts?"

"The world as a matchmaker, Jiangshan for hire, willing to marry only one person, white head." Feng Qing shallow holding her hand way.

With tears in his eyes, Mingyou smiles and follows his steps all the way. It seems that all the trees in the ancient courtyard are old, and there are shallow moss on the stone bricks.

On the ancient trees, there is a section of red silk, floating with the evening wind.

Feng Qingqian and she paid homage to heaven and earth, ancient trees and husband and wife. Take her cover off. He said, "ah you, I will only have you as my wife in this life."

With tears in her eyes, Mingyou nodded, "I am the same. I will marry you in this life."

Looking at the empty room, Mingyou felt his stomach and muttered, "I'm so hungry. I forgot to bring something out."

Feng Qing shallow way, "what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

"Jinyuyuanzi, smoked meat, black chicken soup." Feng Qing shallow with her to the kitchen around, "it seems that you can only eat a bowl of plain noodles."

The villa is temporarily arranged. There were no people living in the villa before, so there are few cooking utensils and not a lot of firewood, rice, oil and grain.

Mingyou nodded, "plain face, plain face, better than nothing."

Standing at the door, looking at Feng Qing shallow cooked two bowls of plain noodles.

In the boiling water, Feng Qingqian threw the dry noodles down, went out to the garden in the villa, picked some fresh vegetables, washed them and put them into the pot for boiling.

Feng Qing shallow will face to the living room, vegetables and white noodles, the appearance is very delicate, Mingyou taste a mouthful, Fengqing shallow way, "how?"

Of course, no chef made it delicious, but it was much better than his own.

After a sip of soup, Mingyou remembered a long-standing question, "ah, I forgot to put salt when I cooked noodles for you last time."

Feng qingshallow almost didn't be startled by her brain circuit. It's spring in March. Did she think of the trivial things in the cold winter?

She patted her head and said, "it's OK. I think it's delicious."

Mingyou is happy like a crazy mouse and eats up the noodles. Taking advantage of Feng Qingqian to wash dishes, she walked around.

Although it is a villa, it is not big, and there are only about ten rooms, most of which are natural landscapes of flowers, plants and trees. Obviously, the people who designed the villa seem to like to eat pears or pear flowers. To the east of the villa, there are pear blossoms all over the land, which is a snow-white fairyland.

Mingyou dragging the red skirt to approach, vaguely smell the fragrance of pear blossom.

The moonlight is like frost, pear flowers are all over the ground, and among the thousands of trees and pear flowers, a woman in red has a bright eye, with a playful and smart eye, and she tries to pick the pear blossom branches with her toes.

Feng Qingqian leaped over by the wind and picked off the pear flowers on the branches. She put a hairpin in her hair and said with a low smile, "it's good-looking."

Mingyou reach out to hook his neck, smile shallow, "is the person good-looking or the flower is good-looking."

Feng Qing shallow stretch out his hand to pick her chin way, "flower because talent is good-looking." He leaned over and kissed her delicate lips.

Pear fragrance floating, red clothes intertwined, Feng Qing shallow against her forehead, breathing more and more rapid up, voice with rough chaos, "ready? My queen? "