Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 422 She's Not Young, She's Eighteen
Her complexion changed, she turned a little red, and quickly waved her hands: "No, there is nothing between us."

As soon as the words fell, Ming Qianjue's face turned dark, and Emperor Feng Yuan was overjoyed.

He looked at someone meaningfully: "Okay, there has been no progress after such a long time, could it be that there is something wrong with the body?"

Ming Qianjue twitched the corners of his mouth, squeezed Feng Nuanyang's hand punitively, and looked into Emperor Feng Yuan's gossip eyes: "Your Majesty, my minister is in good health."

Feng Nuanyang also realized that he had caused trouble, and nodded quickly: "Uncle Huang, he is very good, we are here today to ask for a time to get married."

Emperor Feng Yuan looked at these two juniors, and felt very relaxed. His gloomy heart these days finally eased a little. It's better to be his niece, no matter how you look at it, you feel at ease.

"Married? Is it too early to get married at this time, Nuanyang, you are still young." Emperor Feng Yuan coughed twice, frowning, but he was unwilling to marry off his only niece so quickly, and it was so easy and cheap. God Heisha, look at the child he raised. He has a first-class appearance, and his temperament becomes more and more cute as he looks at it. On the other hand, God Heisha is thirty years old and is about to catch up with himself. It is obvious that the old cow eats tender grass. Do you want to take another look, maybe you can meet better ones in the future.

"Your Majesty, she's not young anymore, she's eighteen." Ming Qianjue's face darkened, and he could clearly see the old emperor's hesitation and the thought in his eyes.

Hearing what he said, Feng Nuanyang's expression turned ugly, and he stared at him puffed up: "What's wrong with me, what's wrong with me being eighteen? Aren't you also thirty? Twelve years older than me, average At home, you can be my father at your age." The modern eighteenth is a green and beautiful girl, how could the ancient eighteenth be an old girl?

The phrase 'Father' was very clear and loud, echoing in the hall, and then Ming Qianjue's face was ugly, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Father?" Emperor Feng Yuan couldn't help laughing, tears came out, he pointed at Ming Qianjue tremblingly: "Indeed." Tong Fang, this counts as their heirs, isn't it the difference between twelve and thirteen years old?
"Your Majesty!" Ming Qian shouted in dissatisfaction, with anger bursting out of his eyes: "I want to get married."

Seeing that it was almost time, Emperor Feng Yuan also restrained his smile, stroked his beard and nodded: "Forget it, you are also a big man, and it is time to have an heir. My old man will not care about this time. You decide it yourself and report it to me." I'll do."

"But let me say it first, this Nuanyang is my only niece. You are in a hurry and want to marry back as soon as possible, but the marriage must be grand and not sloppy. We get married once in a lifetime. You can't wrong her." Emperor Feng Yuan solemnly said, His eyes fell on Feng Nuanyang, with love, he was finally able to explain to Chang Ping, in the past he was sorry for her, let her not live a good life, and couldn't even marry the man he liked, now he can make up for it in Nuanyang. Yang, so that she can happily marry the man she likes who can protect her from wind and rain.

Feng Nuanyang didn't experience a day's fatherly love in this dynasty, but Emperor Feng Yuan was really good to her. An emperor has too many things to weigh. Feng Nuanyang was very touched that he could treat her so sincerely. She smiled at Emperor Feng Yuan and said, "Uncle Huang, you have to be my backing in the future, if he dares to bully me, you can help me cut him! "

(End of this chapter)