My Queen Is Too Young

"Grab him back to do what, and then beat your master's ass hard, will your master beat disabled?" Mingyou heard that Mrs. an was eating with him. She was sick.

Wringing his fingers, he would like to scratch him to death, this Phoenix seven seven, I do not know is not as usual with her, to her favorite sweet and sour spareribs, give her rich and sweet black chicken soup. Thinking like this, I don't know if it's hard to eat too much spareribs in my stomach, or I'm upset by his anger. Mingyou feels that his stomach is bloated and sour, but his whole body's fire is released.

Simply went to the yard outside swing for a while, swing feel tasteless, wash gargle then early go to soft couch to lie down. She thought that if Feng Qiqi would come to see her quietly, she would not be angry.

Then she pretended to be asleep, and kept waiting. When she really fell asleep, she did not see feng Qiqi.

Feng Qingqian waited for more than an hour in the Changle palace, but there was no movement. She asked Xiao shunzi who had just come in and said, "what's the matter?"

"Ah?" Xiaoshunzi lenglenglengleng, see Feng Qing shallow sink face, just think of what he asked is? This is not with the master of Weiyang hall, naturally asked about the situation of Weiyang hall.

Immediately bowed his head, shrunk his shoulders, tone of voice small half, "Your Highness, your highness seems to have been sleeping for a long time."

This sentence sleeps, Feng Qingqian's face is even more ugly, he did this for a long time, she was not moved, did not have a bit of heart, had already gone to sleep.

Small Shun son legs a shiver, kneeling way, "slave has a mistake, slave also did not think that your highness is such does not press the card person." Feng Qing shallow as if to eat a fly in general, "roll down ten boards to show punishment."

"Yes Xiao shunzi's voice was full of tears. He had no idea for his majesty.

Feng Qingqian stood in front of the window for a while and went to Weiyang hall in silence.

The main hall was covered with brocade and the moon could not leak in. It was dark and could not see clearly.

Weiyang hall is also familiar with the way, Feng Qingqian's eyes in the night is good, not like bright you, a night with blind like.

See the group of small bodies hidden in the soft couch in the quilt, the fire of Feng Qing shallow is so scattered. Slowly approaching, as if afraid of her waking up, Feng Qingqian sat on the edge of the soft couch, listening to her very shallow breath, that white face half shrank in the quilt, the whole person seems to be a group.

Feng Qing shallow then can't bear, so many years, her sleeping habit is still like this. When she was three or four years old, she was afraid to sleep in the palace like this. More than a decade later, she was still afraid in her heart.

If he was older and more capable, he would not need to rely on this political marriage and rely on the general of the Ming Dynasty to stabilize the court. She would have been raised in the boudoir like other boudoir women. She was naive, lively and free.

He reached out and touched her face gently. Some things he held in front of her could not be exchanged. For example, when she enters the palace at the age of three, it is not common for her to see her parents and relatives. If she is not the queen, she can follow her father freely.

The touch of the pink face on his fingertips softened his heart and made him angry. She didn't want to give birth, so she just wanted to wait two years. She was young and she was a child who had not grown up.