My Queen Is Too Young

Nan Tian went around the palace for two times. He was stunned to find a girl who could not meet the conditions. He asked the maid who was cutting flowers and plants. "I'm afraid you have misunderstood me. The children of six or seven years old are the empress and a child all over the palace."

“……” Nan Tian finally knows that he has been played by the couple. It's very good. Feng Qingqian, who has no heart and liver, forgets his brother when he has a daughter-in-law. No wonder he told him yesterday that there were thousands of palace maids who had no time to find them for him.

South day more want more gas, can't clean up Feng Qingqian, also can't clean up this bear child? All the way to find the past, the pace of the South with wind, only to see the vermilion plaque, the three characters Weiyang hall.

There was a faint laughter inside the palace wall, with a cheerful and clear, listening to this laughter, the summer heat in summer seems to have dissipated a lot.

"Push up a little bit ~"

"Your Highness, you can sit still, and I will push you."

When Nan Tian heard the voice, he confirmed that this was the one who had offended him yesterday. Hum, what about the queen? A bear child, he had to tidy up to let the bear know that the pot was made of iron.

When Mingyou swing vigorously, you can see the face of Nantian in your eyes. Your heart is tight. Is this goods for revenge and trouble? But Feng Qingqian said to her yesterday that Nantian is the disciple of the poison king. He is very good at using poison. Unfortunately, he doesn't have any martial arts skills. He is more like a weak scholar.

There is a saying that no matter how high your Kung Fu is, you are afraid of kitchen knives? When the swing came down, Mingyou took a look at the long wind which was sleeping in the tree nearby. He nodded and nodded, "well, there's nothing to be afraid of, but swords don't have eyes."

When falling, Mingyou continued, "push higher." The palace you coax you, but do not dare to see their swing.

The swing swings high. Mingyou holds the rope in both hands. The soft silk skirt made of silk swings with the wind. The green silk is raised. Mingyan's face is excited and happy.

Nan Tian still thinks what poison should be used to clean her up? She can't speak for ten days and a half months. Can't her clever mouth deceive people?

Or to give her ten bags of improved seven itch powder, itching her ears and scratching her cheek, skin to scratch bleeding marks!

Or give her to eat some poison, let her this flowery little face grow green spots and red spots to see her later happy smile?

"Are you looking for my revenge?" Mingyou sits on the swing, laughing like a little fox.

"No, I am such a fussy person? Of course, I don't care about a child. " Nantian's high sounding words export, but with the meaning of gnashing teeth.

Mingyou nodded seriously, "yes, it's not as good as animals to start with a child."

"You are scolding me." It's not a rhetorical question. It's full of affirmation.

Mingyou seemed to shake his head simply, "no, you didn't do it to me, a poor and weak child, although I know you are thinking of countless ways to torture me."

"You're not a child. You're a devil. I hung upside down for more than an hour yesterday." Nan Tian's words are full of anger and grievance.

Mingyou nodded with her feet and let the swing shake slightly. "I just showed you the way with good intentions. I didn't make this circle. You can't blame me for meeting a dead mouse with your own blind cat. "