My Queen Is Too Young

"Well." Feng Qing shallow lazy half squint eyes, contented.

"Your Highness is not quick. I'm going to prepare your pen, ink, paper and inkstone for you." Changfeng is quite positive. It's really rare that your Highness has been punished. When you eat shriveled, you can't help thinking about the pace of Changfeng. Although your highness is young, he belongs to that kind of person. The two in the palace are full of ideas. He is stupefied that he has not suffered any loss.

"Wait a minute ~" Feng Qingqian stopped the long wind, Changfeng's heart gave birth to a trace of fear, Mo Ming was born. Turning his head and looking at the soft couch, "Your Highness, what else can I do for you?"

"Well, please copy my Royal Highness's Vajra Sutra by the way. It's too ugly to hurt his Highness's face."

Changfeng wronged, "Your Highness, your majesty is punishing you..." without such a disaster!

"My father said that I would be punished for copying, but he did not say that I would copy it by myself. What's more, you did it with your own hands, and you have to copy it yourself. "

"Wuwu, your highness, I..." he just had some bad luck. His majesty doesn't care. His highness is lawless. It's not good to be a mark as a cow.

When Mingyou was one year old, her temperament began to make a lot of noise. She began to say some simple words and began to stumble to learn how to walk.

When Leng Ruyue took her into the palace, Emperor Jiahan knew about it and sent Mingyou to Changle palace. Phoenix Qing shallow lying under the tree, golden leaves fall to the ground, pianpianpian such as jade, bright young man a light green brocade, face covered with a book.

Mingyou is led by the imperial female officer and looks at the young boy under the tree not far away.

"Your Highness, I have been instructed to send Miss Ming into the palace to accompany his highness." The female official's voice was bright and clear, and it was very pleasant to hear.

Feng Qingqian heard the footsteps as early as they came in, but didn't want to get up. When you open the book and sit up, you can see a glutinous rice milk ball, a top-grade Pink Gold gauze skirt, and the veins and meridians of leaves embroidered with gold thread. It is classical and elegant. Her soft green silk is still very short, so it is cold as the moon and tied into two small tugs, hanging a few pieces of extremely small gold leaves for decoration, but it also echoes with her dress.

Tender face in the sun more and more delicate, such as the spring shoots after rain, tender feeling. Round eyes with a Wang snow mountain spring.

Female officials and Feng Qing said a few words, when lowering their heads, they found that Mingyou was stunned to gnaw his hands. So she quickly took out her hand and wiped it with a handkerchief. "Oh, my little ancestor, you are a famous and precious girl, you can't eat your hands."

Feng Qingqian looks at her saliva silk in the sunlight to pull down very long, very disgusted frown. I'm blind. I look good.

Mingyou sits on the grass to play, Ruyi puts a cushion on the grass and finds some milk for her. Mingyou drank two mouthfuls, and the taste was not right, so she vomited out. Scared Ruyi hurried to wipe her mouth and the milk dripping on her clothes.

"Your Highness, why are you sitting so far away?" Changfeng clearly saw his frown, but still deliberately said.

Feng Qing shallow will book a throw, frown serious way, "you say this long still can barely, how so sloppy? "How can I be his wife in the future?

Changfeng was helpless, "Your Highness, children are like this. It's better to be bigger. Your highness often spits bubbles when he is swaddling. Your mother has to change your clothes twice a day. "