My Queen Is Too Young

Small milk ball son nods, "like." After a glance at the long sword on his father's body, he frowned and said, "but I still prefer this one on my father. It's more powerful."

"You are not as tall as father's sword, but you have ambition."

Mingyou held up a small wooden sword and imitated her father to practice martial arts. "I want to become a great Xia respected by thousands of people in the future! People all over the world are afraid to hear my name! "

"According to your temperament, you can't do it. If your mother knew that I would teach you to be a martial arts master, I would be killed. It's good to be a queen. " Mingli sighed.

When Mingyou looked up, she was already full of tears and could not help sobbing softly, "Dad!" Mingyou is so red that she doesn't dare to speak. She cries out for fear of making a sound.

Just after the bath, Mingyou wore a white skirt, without any powder and Dai, and took a red silk to hang under the tree.

The moon is like frost. The ground is covered with frost. On the green pine trees and bluestone bricks, a woman in white is standing under the tree and tying a wisp of red silk on her toes. If you look carefully, under the moonlight, like a small face of lanzhiyu, there is still a drop of clear tears on the corner of the eye.

Mingyou choked in the heart, "father, daughter unfilial, can't mourn for you

Qinghua was standing in a long distance and said, "ah you, come to have a snack."

Mingyou blinks, tears in the eyes pass away, just way, "good."

When she came, she had already gone as usual. It seemed that the sadness just now was just an illusion. Qinghua looked at her back in a trance, "I don't know whether it's good or not to enter the palace?"

Just in the early morning, the palace became lively, like the Spring Festival. The imperial concubines of each palace are busy, busy to take out the most beautiful clothes and jewelry to dress up.

Even some of the low position of regret, take clothes jewelry difficult. "If there had been such a good opportunity earlier, I would have thought of more ways to make two clothes. Now these are out of date. I don't know whether your majesty can like it or not."

Princess Mingfei didn't get up until she had a good sleep. But last night, when she heard that her majesty and Mingyou were quarrelling, Mingyou went back to the Ming general's house in a fit of anger. Her Majesty asked her to forbid her feet again. She immediately asked the people in the palace to prepare clothes, fragrant them with flowers, and applied the body membrane with the best plaster. After careful maintenance for more than an hour, she went to sleep.

He got up and sat in front of the mirror and felt his skin as smooth as an egg shell. He said with satisfaction, "this royal secret recipe is really effective."

Su ye said, "it's natural. I heard that before this good thing was specially allocated to the queen. It's a secret recipe that you got with a lot of things. "

"Mingyue said with a smile," he wants any price to give him, later what good thing tight this palace delivers here. "

"Yes." Su ye said, "as soon as the queen left, the hearts of those people in the palace became active. You have to seize the opportunity. "

Mingyue got up and said with a smile, "it's all mediocre and vulgar powder. What can I take into consideration?"

Changfeng in the hall, watching Feng Qingqian open and close the book, close and open again and again, again and again.

Just about to open his mouth, Changfeng said, "Your Majesty, don't worry. Your highness is very good in the Ming Dynasty. His subordinates went to see it quietly. Even his highness didn't notice it."

"Who said I would say that?" Stare at him one eye, arrogant Jiao way, "make your own decisions."

Long wind touched the nose, Feng Qing shallow Ao Jiao mouth, "she can think of me?"

“......！” Changfeng looks at him. Didn't he just say he didn't listen to this?