My Queen Is Too Young

An Changgong was startled, his eyebrows raised, and his eyes brightened. Changsheng did not loosen his mouth and said, "do you want to live in the golden Phoebe coffin or let your daughter have a place?"

"Speak up!" See he did not respond, the long wind covered his mouth and threatened.

Changsheng clapped his hand, and Changfeng responded to it and said, "Oh, I know."

Embarrassed to let go of the hand, an Zhang Gong desperately nodded, the fool knows what to choose, and what's more, he did not come voluntarily.

Changfeng saw that he was willing to, pretending to be surprised, jumped up and said, "Lord an, how do you wake up?"

Then he turned his head and looked at the people, sighed, sighed, and said, "it's a pity that it's not a pity that my subordinates have all prepared the coffins of Jinsi nanmu."

"No, no, I think I can live a few more years."

Time kneel for too long, some lame feet, a pull a pull to come to the public in front of the way, "ladies and gentlemen, the lower official's home still has the old and the small don't accompany, go back first."

And shuffled off.

"Ah, Lord Ann... Lord Ann!" After a few shouts, an Changgong pretends not to hear.

Minghe turned hard and said angrily, "don't pay attention to such worthless people. Let him go. "

Changfeng nodded as if pounding garlic, the skin smile flesh does not smile the way, "yes, yes, the golden nanmu coffin is still left for several ministers of humerus." After a moment and a half, some dizzy ministers couldn't stand it. Holding each other's support, he got up and said, "Prime Minister of Ming Dynasty, the lower official is really inconvenient for his legs and feet, so he went back first." Seeing that most of the people who had done the same thing went away, the rest of them also left, leaving only Minghe alone. Changfeng took a look at the empty place and stretched out a stretch. "Prime Minister of Ming Dynasty, do you think the golden nanmu coffin is ready for you? This incense paper candle has been prepared by my subordinates Minghe's blue veins appeared on his face and roared, "get out." Changfeng is not annoyed, "the Prime Minister of Ming Dynasty, you will kneel down and collect the corpse for you early tomorrow morning." He waved back the man carrying the coffin.

"The Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty doesn't like the golden Phoebe coffin. Please step back and find two straw mats tomorrow morning. It's natural and open-minded to take the sky as the quilt and the ground as the mat."

Changfeng praises the way, almost didn't give Minghe angry death.

All of them retreated. There was silence all around. Suddenly, it was dark. Then Minghe heard, "put out the candle. Anyway, there is no one to save money."

Minghe felt the blood in his chest was surging. After kneeling for a while, the mosquito bit him so much that he had to get up on his stomach and walk shivering against the wall.

Changfeng sits on the roof, looking at Minghe's red suit, holding the wall with one hand and advancing slowly. I have melon seeds in my mouth. Schadenfreude way, "you say according to his snail's speed, must walk to tomorrow."

Changsheng had an idea and said, "if you go outside the palace and stop the carriage of the prime minister's house, you will say that the prime minister has something important to do and will come to pick it up in two hours."

Changfeng was so happy that he clapped his hands and went to run faster than rabbit.

At the palace, Minghe waited for nearly an hour, but no one came. When it was time to lock down, the bodyguard came over and said, "prime minister, it's time. I'm going to close the palace gate.

The door of "Zhiya" is closed. Minghe's legs tremble in the cool wind in the middle of the night in summer, accompanied by the disturbance of mosquitoes.

I couldn't stand any more. I had to look around and sit down against the wall.