My Queen Is Too Young

Feng Qingqian used the evening meal. The people who came and went back and forth had already walked dozens of circles at the gate of the palace of Changle. The later the day was, the more ugly his face was. Changfeng was able to hide today, and only Xiao shunzi was carrying it.

For a long time, Feng Qingqian squinted and pretended, "didn't you pass on the edict?"

"Xiaoshunzi immediately said," it's coming out that your majesty, the servant also personally went to Bihe palace to send the imperial edict. The Changting hall is also busy, and people inside and outside the palace are well known. "

"Why is there no news in Weiyang hall?" Feng Qing shallow frown, according to the nature of the little girl know that Qiuju has been occupied, not angry to find him to theory.

Before xiaoshunzi answered, Feng Qingqian opened his mouth and said, "if you ask me to go down, you can say that Mrs. an doesn't like autumn chrysanthemums. I appreciate Camellia planting and shovel all the autumn chrysanthemums." Eyes with cold light.

Little Shun Tzu sobbed in his heart. Your majesty, we can't make trouble. The more you do, the more your highness will be. In the evening, Xiao shunzi and several eunuchs spent more than an hour in the back yard of Changting hall. He was stunned that he didn't shovel away half of the autumn chrysanthemum.

The little eunuch looked at the loose soil around him, and his bitter gourd face was aggrieved. "General manager, shall we shovel or not? The loose soil has been loose for an hour, and the flower has not been shoveled down."

Xiaoshunzi took a small shovel and kicked him, complaining, "what do you know? What do you really shovel off is your head."

Waiting for a long time, the wind also let out, but Leng is no one to make trouble. Xiaoshunzi waved, helpless, "withdraw it." There's going to be more trouble tomorrow.

The little eunuchs looked at each other, did not dare to violate, followed the small shunzi to withdraw. The people in Changting hall are also puzzled. An Yuyan is still lying on the soft couch thinking, which slave is talking nonsense? When does she like Camellia?

However, even if it is a misunderstanding, her majesty is reading her in her heart, and her heart is sweet. Mingmingyou sleeps sweetly with a small quilt. She feels that her face is warm and warm, and can move. So her eyelids open a slit. A shadow flashes in the dark sight. Before she opens her eyes and looks carefully, don't disappear. Mingyou half closed his eyes, fumbled and touched the edge of the pillow and muttered, "Qinghua, is that you?"

Four weeks quietly, the cold moon heard her movement, swung the wolf's tail to come in, put his head in front of her, whimpered two, clearly sleepy can't, perfunctorily looked at it, found it was the cold moon, then closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Feng Qingqian comes back to the palace with cold dew on his back. Changfeng inspects the hall outside. Seeing his face which is colder than the cold dew, he stands aside wisely and sticks in place. He doesn't dare to speak. He tries to reduce his sense of existence.

"Amitabha, I hope your majesty has not seen me!" Changfeng prayed in his heart.

However, the God always loves to make fun of him. Feng Qing shallow cold eye swept him, see him standing silly, cold voice way, "when duty in this silly standing why?"

Changfeng touched his nose, innocent, he is always like this? Don't you stand and guard outside the palace, and walk around the palace? But he did not dare to say, so he bowed down and said, "Your Majesty, are you going to patrol?"

Feng Qing shallow heart irritable, silent and silent, turned into the palace. Changfeng was relieved. He thought that his majesty had come up with any way to punish and torture him?

Lying on the side of her clothes, Feng Qingqian thought that the little girl had been sleeping so well that she felt more and more ugly, with a chill on her body