My Queen Is Too Young

Feng Qingqian didn't expect that she would suddenly say so. After thinking for a long time, she didn't know where to open her mouth. In fact, he had a shallow impression on Mrs. Ming.

Mingyou grabs his quilt. There are grievances and pities in her voice. "My father said that my mother was away from home, but I'm six years old and my mother hasn't come back. Do you think she forgot me?" Although Mingyou was rich and well-off since childhood, the people in the general's office of the Ming Dynasty took her as a treasure offering. Qinghua was very kind to her, almost like his mother.

But blood is a very magical thing, blood is thicker than water, although across thousands of mountains and rivers, but still miss. Mingyou doesn't say it, but she yearns for maternal love. Everyone thinks that Mingyou has already forgotten his wife, but she reads it in her heart.

Feng Qing shallow listen to soft hearted, reached out and knead her head, "can't, where can have Niang forget the flesh that falls on oneself body?" He felt the feelings of Mingyou. His mother swallowed after he was born. Most of his impressions of his mother came from portraits and descriptions of Liang Sheng.

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

When he was a child, he could always see a woman in plain yarn under the vermilion palace wall. Her ink hair was covered by a gorgeous Phoenix crown, and her face was like lotus in water. Only her lips were smeared with positive red lipstick. The slender hand stroked the palace wall and walked back and forth step by step.

Days, even dream are not clear up, gradually, Feng qingshallow only remember that a fuzzy plain yarn, and the scarlet palace wall.

After thinking about it for a long time, she searched the memory of Mrs. Ming. Feng Qingqian finally said, "your mother is very beautiful. She has a gentle temperament. When I see her, she is always in blue, like the lake under the moon.

She is very soft and always speaks softly, but your father is very afraid of her. As long as she makes a slightly unhappy look, no matter how big your father is, there will be no principle at once.

When you are just full moon, my father always likes to send you to Weiyang palace every once in a while. Every time your father comes to pick you up, he always has to make a big fire. If your mother glances at him, your father will be honest. "

Mingyou is young and can't understand these complex emotions. So she turns her head and looks 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 in battle, and he kills people without blinking an eye."

When Feng Qingqian heard the word of killing without blinking an eye, her eyelids twitched, indicating that she was helpless. Where did she learn to use derogatory meanings? After thinking about it for a long time, I finally came up with a reasonable, clear and understandable explanation, "maybe your mother is weak, afraid to hurt your mother."

Mingyou nodded and agreed. Xu is chatting for too long. Mingyou never went to bed so late. Her eyelids began to droop and fell asleep after a while.

It's strange how she can be quiet down, turned to look, Feng qingshallow found that Mingyou had fallen asleep. He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt for her and whispered, "it's really a pig." But the eyes are doting, and not half of the disdain.