Reborn Evil Husband and Wife: Slim and Poisonous Girl

Ning Ning was stunned, so she ran away in anger?For the first time in my life.

She couldn't help laughing, and the laughter flew far and far.

If Zheng is stopped by the queen's people on the way, please respectfully go to the queen's bedroom.

Qingxue buried her head in a pile of scrolls, looking at each one carefully, she was so focused that she didn't even notice her son walked in.

Ruozheng was startled when he saw the well-dressed girl in the painting, and subconsciously frowned, "Mother, you are..."

Qingxue threw the picture scrolls on the right into Ruozheng's arms, and said with a smile, "These are the ten ladies I picked out. They are both talented and beautiful, with good conduct, virtuous and virtuous. You can choose one you like. .”

Ruozheng was trembling like he was holding a bunch of bombs, and threw it back, with an unhappy face, "I don't even like it."

The corner of Qingxue's mouth was slightly raised, and she looked at her second son a few more times, "You haven't watched it yet, how do you know you don't like it? Do you have a sweetheart?"

Ruozheng's face turned red, and he stammered, "I...I..."

He hesitated for a long time, looked at his most beloved mother, hesitated for a moment, and mustered up the courage to open his heart, "Even if your son likes it, he still won't marry her."

It's hard to guess what that stinky girl is thinking, why are women so troublesome?

Qingxue raised her brows, and scolded lightly with a straight face, "Who dares to look down on our royal family? Cut it off."

She has an awe-inspiring aura, and the dignity of the queen emerges spontaneously, making people dare not look directly at her.

Ruozheng was taken aback, and the courage he had gathered with great difficulty was immediately scattered.

"Mother, don't worry about breaking the rules, let's choose a son-in-law for Ningning first. She is a girl, and she needs to be carefully selected. She cannot be wronged at all, but my cousin seems to have made up his mind, and it is a bit difficult..."

It's really embarrassing to talk about this kind of thing with the queen mother, and it feels weird.

Or it would be better to talk to Father Huang.

No, it's strange to talk about girls with Father Huang.

It's so confusing.

Or, go to the prince brother?

But as a newlywed, besides dealing with political affairs, he just stays with the princess, so he has no time to take care of other things.

Seeing her son's unpredictable expression, Qingxue couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth, suppressed her smile, and said solemnly, "You are all my children, and I treat everyone equally without favoritism. You choose first, after two In this year, it's time for you to get married and start a career."

This kid is obsessed with martial arts, he fights and kills all day long, but he is late to understand the relationship between men and women.

Mother and son had never talked about such a thing before, and she didn't even know that her son was so young and cute in this respect.

Ruozheng took those picture scrolls in embarrassment, full of repulsion, rolling his eyes a few times, flipping through them patiently.

"This is ugly."

Qingxue leaned over and glanced at her. She was pretty, she was considered a pretty little beauty, and had nothing to do with ugliness at all.

But she didn't say anything, she turned out the next one with a smile.

"What about this one? Very beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth..."

She only boasted a few words before being interrupted impatiently by Ruozheng.

"Too thin, I'm afraid I won't be able to give birth to a son."

The corner of Qingxue's mouth twitched, she was exquisite and slim.

"what about this?"

Ruozheng glanced casually, "It's too tall, I don't like it."

No matter which picture Qingxue took out, he could pick out a few flaws, and his picky eyes made it a headache.

The maid standing by the side was stunned. How could the second prince, who is known for being straightforward and easy-going, become so difficult?Still so mean?