Transmigrate to be Queen

It seems that some people really don't want to see that the third prince Zheng Fusheng is a little happy. She was so jealous when she just married a wife back, but is it worth it for the queen to take such a big risk? Is she aware of anything?

It's not reasonable. His Highness the third prince is almost silent outside. Even if he just thanked, he is only talking by himself. If the queen can detect any ideological trend of the third prince under such circumstances, the queen can't underestimate it.

Zheng Fusheng finally found that Ning Xiaoman was wrong, but because it was in front of his father and mother, he no longer worried about Ning Xiaoman and did not dare to do anything wrong. Therefore, he could only secretly pay attention to Ning Xiaoman's reaction.

The queen said a long lecture on it, but she didn't see anything wrong with Ning Xiaoman. The emperor's face was already too dark. If she didn't stop, maybe the emperor would directly export and stop her. In that way, there was no inside and face.

"Well, do you remember what the Palace said? In the future, you will be the person on the Royal jade ultimatum. Everything you do should be based on not humiliating the Royal reputation. All your words and deeds represent the royal family. Therefore, you should take care of yourself in the future. Don't waste your efforts in the palace."

Finally, the lengthy lecture ended. Ning Xiaoman's spirit was one of the loose ones, and then a hot fire jumped up on him. The hot and dry heat that had just been suppressed with pain surged up in an instant, more violent than just now, and almost immediately eroded Ning Xiaoman's will.

The two hands subconsciously held each other, but their skin was close to each other, so Ning Xiaoman almost moaned and exhausted his last bit of reason. Ning Xiaoman bit hard on the tip of his tongue. Because of the lack of reason, he bit too hard, and a stream of blood immediately gushed out of the tip of his tongue. The sharp sting made Ning Xiaoman sober up a lot.

The smell of blood filled the whole mouth. Ning Xiaoman sucked hard, and then swallowed a large mouthful of blood into his throat. The smell of fishy and sweet almost made Ning Xiaoman spit out, but she bit her teeth and held it back. In this battle, she can't lose, absolutely not.

On her first day in the palace, she must not be cleared out by the enemy before she started the war. It's too embarrassing. There is too much blood on the tip of her tongue. Some of it didn't come to swallow, and even flow out along the gap between her lips. Ning Xiaoman can only close her lips and lock it between her lips.

"You are two obedient children. Go. The Empress Dowager is still waiting. It's bad to go late. Don't let the Empress Dowager wait too long."

The queen waved and motioned to the third prince and Ning Xiaoman to thank him, with a gentle and moving expression on her face.

No one saw her clenched fist. It was the anger in her heart. She was just a little girl in the new palace. She didn't succeed in her own game? What went wrong? The queen wanted to tie up the people who worked and beat them to death with a big stick.

Now the emperor's son is not popular with the emperor and is treated coldly, so she has to find a way to make other princes more unpopular, so as to show that her emperor's son is still good. She doesn't see what this cowardly Third Prince Zheng Fusheng can compare with her son. She is not competitive at all. She just can't see him well.

Ning xiaomanqiang straightened her manners, went to the cushion, knelt down and kowtowed to the emperor and queen again. At the moment of kowtowing, she spit a mouthful of blood on her sleeve, which quickly thanked her,

"Thank your father and empress mother for their teachings. I'll retire now."

Although the voice trembled, the emperor and the queen didn't pay attention, because the first time they thanked the emperor for his kindness, they were always a little excited or nervous. Ning Xiaoman kept his head half hung, didn't let the two above see her face, and when talking, he took the sprayed blood with his sleeves, so that the blood didn't splash on the ground of the Qianqing palace.

"Step back."

The emperor saw that the two of them kowtowed their heads, waved their sleeves again, and asked them to get up and step down. He was just a son who was not very close. He didn't pay much attention to his daughter-in-law.

"Thank your father, thank your mother."

Ning Xiaoman thanked Huang en again. When she got up, she couldn't hold on. She quietly grabbed the sleeve of Zheng Fusheng, the third prince, so that Zheng Fusheng carried the weight of two people.

But he behaved naturally and didn't let people see that he was pulling Ning Xiaoman up. Because he had been paying attention to the man, when Ning Xiaoman stretched out his hand for help, he extended a helping hand at the first time, and did it naturally without half intention.

When they stood up straight, they could no longer have any physical contact. Zheng Fusheng, who let go of his hand, turned around with Man'er and walked outside the hall. Only at this time, Ning Xiaoman raised his dignified head and walked meticulously.

Zheng Fusheng finally saw that Ning Xiaoman's red cheeks and bleeding eyes closed his eyes. Under his own eyelids, Man'er was moved, but he didn't notice it at all. This is to make Man'er lose his honor in front of his father. Who did it? Zheng Fusheng's eyes are ready to crack with such a sinister intention.