Raiders of the Empress: My Empress is Too Small

Chapter 108
Feng Qingqian didn't expect her to say that suddenly. After thinking about it for a long time, she didn't know where to start. In fact, he had very little impression of Mrs. Ming.

Mingyou grabbed his quilt, with grievance and pity in his voice, "Daddy said that mother has gone away, but I'm already six years old, and mother hasn't come back yet, do you think she has forgotten me?" Food and clothing are rich and worry-free, people in General Ming's mansion worship her as a treasure, and Qinghua treats her well, just like his own mother.

But blood is a very magical thing, blood is thicker than water, even though it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, I still miss it very much.Mingyou didn't say anything, but she longed for maternal love extremely. Everyone thought that Mingyou had already forgotten about Mrs. Ming, but deep down in her heart she was secretly thinking about it.

Feng Qingqian listened softly, reached out and rubbed her head, "No, how can there be a mother who forgets the meat that fell from her body?" Mingyou felt the same way, his mother died after he was born , Most of his impressions of his mother come from portraits and descriptions of Liang Sheng.

When he was young, Liang Sheng always told him the trivial stories of his mother over and over again, held his hand countless times when he was lonely and bullied, and told him over and over again, "Your Highness, the Empress Dowager You don't want to die, you not only have to live well for yourself, but you also have to live up to the expectations of the empress."

Dreaming back at midnight when he was young, he could always see a woman in plain gauze under the vermilion palace wall, her black hair was coiled up by a luxurious phoenix crown, her face was like a hibiscus coming out of clear water, only her lips were smeared with red. lip gloss.The slender hands stroked the palace wall and walked back and forth step by step.

As the days passed, even the dreams began to become unclear. Gradually, Feng Qingqian only remembered the vague plain gauze and the vermilion palace wall.

After thinking for a long time, searching for Mrs. Ming's memories here and there, Feng Qingqian finally said, "Your mother was born beautiful, with a gentle temperament like water. When I saw her, she was always dressed in green, like a moon. under the lake.

She speaks softly and always speaks softly, but your father is surprisingly afraid of her.As long as she makes a slightly unhappy look, your father's principles will be gone immediately.

When you were just full moon, your father always liked to send you to Weiyang Palace every now and then, every time your father came to pick you up, he always got angry, your mother glanced at him lightly, and your father would be honest. "

Mingyou was too young to understand these complicated emotions, so he turned to look at Feng Qingqian, "Is my mother very good at martial arts?"

"Your mother doesn't know martial arts."

"Then why is my father so afraid of my mother? He is a general who fights on the battlefield, and he kills without blinking an eye."

When Feng Qingqian heard this murderous word, her eyelids twitched, expressing her helplessness. Where did she learn the derogatory meaning?After thinking for a long time, I finally came up with a reasonable and understandable explanation, "Maybe your mother is very weak, and I'm afraid that your mother will be hurt."

Mingyou nodded, looking very agreeable.Xu Shi chatted for too long, Mingyou had never slept so late before, his eyelids began to droop while talking, and he fell asleep after a while.

Just as she was wondering why she had calmed down, turning her head to look, Feng Qingqian found that Mingyou was already fast asleep.He stretched out his hand to pull the quilt for her, and said in a low voice, "It's really a pig." But his eyes were full of pampering, and he didn't feel disgusted at all.

(End of this chapter)