My Queen Is Too Young

Ruyi hastily packed up things and set off. Feng Qingqian also closed the news on this trip, and let Changsheng pretend to be himself in the palace as usual.

Along the way, the carriage was speeding up. Mingyou was dazzled and couldn't sit still. Feng Qingqian had to take her to ride a horse back and forth for half a month. Mingyou's round face had already lost half of its weight.

The body has always been delicate, where she can withstand these bumps, sometimes two or three days can not eat, even drink water to vomit out.

Feng Qing shallow look in the eyes, pain in the heart, "the long wind will slow down the speed of the carriage."

Bright pink lips some green white hair dry, even because of lack of water some peeling. "No, I want to see my father soon."

"Be obedient. Your father is just sick. I've asked the grand doctor to see him first." Feng Qingqian comforts her.

Mingyou desperately shook his head, "I don't believe it. If dad is really just uncomfortable, he won't write a letter from home." A few years ago, Ming Li was injured by an arrow and hurt his lung. He had a high fever for more than ten days. However, he only said peace in his heart and didn't say anything about his illness.

Feng Qing shallow touch her thin face, sighed, "long wind, speed up." He knew that this time, general Ming was going to listen to the fate.

When Mingyou fell to the frontier garrison, his legs were soft. Feng Qing shallow eyes, hand disease will her pick up in the arms. Around the officers and men saw a young man in green, with a silver mask, holding a gorgeous little girl in his hand, and could not help blocking the way.

"No one who has nothing to do with it is allowed to intrude into important military areas."

Changfeng put up a sign, "we will send Emperor Ming to invite general Ming." The soldier immediately knelt down and said, "see your majesty, please."

Mingyou yard, then heard the cough, from the Feng Qing shallow arms down to the room.

I haven't seen it for more than a year. Mingli seems to be a few decades old. Before, there were only a few white hairs hidden in the green silk. Now, most of them are white hair. After the wind and frost of the face with fatigue and weakness, not a little bit of British spirit at that time.

If it was not for the familiar eyes and the cough sound, Mingyou could hardly recognize him. He was half leaning against the bed, coughing violently. Mingyou's tears can't help falling, "Dad!"

Ming Li has no strength to get out of bed, just a shallow smile, beckoned to her and said, "it's all so tall. Come here and have a look." Mingyou rushed to his arms, "Dad, how can you be so sick?"

"It's OK. Dad just coughs and the border is bitter and cold, so it's getting better slowly." Ming Li strongly supports the spiritual way.

Mingyou shakes his head, tears a strength of the fall, "lie."

"Can the God of war cheat you?" He said with a straight face. Feng Qing shallow into the room, looked at him, did not interrupt the father and daughter's words, just told the doctor to come, "you follow me out, let the general and miss talk."

The grand physician naturally recognized the man under the mask and said respectfully, "yes, master."

The great doctor looked for a room without any one. When Feng Qingqian sat down, he knelt down and said, "see your majesty."

Feng Qing shallow raised his hand, "you and I said to explain how the general in the end?"

The doctor was frightened and his mouth moved. Yu Yang was naive and said for a long time, "if you can't forgive me, I'll straighten my pulse with the other two doctors. The general's pulse is weak. Maybe he will die soon."