My Queen Is Too Young

Mingyou has no excuse, only silently with her handwriting a few words. Murong holding the penholder, Mingyou small hand holding jade, and then holding the penholder, stroke by stroke.

Murong's patience is "excellent". She has contacted her more than ten times with one word. The old fox's smile comes out, "it's OK, your highness, it doesn't matter if you learn slowly. I have the patience to teach you." Murong had long known that she had come on purpose, and her majesty had already sent a message. The empress was just and persistent, and had learned how to count the cross.

Mingyou quickly shook his head, squeezed out a smile, "don't bother too much."

Mingyou looks at the white and pure paper, and her heart is full of inspiration. Ten pieces. Then she tries to make the calligraphy and painting bigger, one by one, isn't it

Murong seemed to grow a heart in her stomach, turned his head and said, "Your Highness, don't be lax and clever. Each paper should write at least 20 words, and the writing should be regular and neat."

“……” Mingyou want to despise him, are you a worm in my stomach?

Mingyou holding the pen slowly writing, Murong oversees other students, from time to time to take a glance to guide her that stroke is not steady, which stroke is not smooth.

Looking at her leisurely coming, she said with a smile, "Your Highness can write slowly. Anyway, these lessons are not allowed to go back." Mingyou's hand trembles slightly, and the jade falls on the table.

"Thank you for reminding me," he said This Murong Taifu must be hiding a worm in her stomach, otherwise, where can you guess her Xiaojiu so clearly.

In the morning, Mingyou slowly wrote six or seven pieces. After a lunch break, she had to hurry to write. For fear that Murong Taifu would really detain her when she was in school. When she went back late, the Gulu meat would be gone.

What she wrote was ugly, and because she was in a hurry, her writing was even uglier. Mingyou heard a snicker, "you see, her handwriting is uglier than that of a dog." There was a low derision around.

Mingyou frowned and looked at it. The voice stopped again, even the voice of speaking stopped. Mingyou can't find it. She can only write. As she lowered her head, she heard familiar taunts.

Mingyou learned to be smart this time. She pretended to be careless and raised her head fiercely. She really caught the people who mocked her. A little higher than her head a little young, eyes also show naked contempt. The person next to him pushed him for a while, and he seemed to be a little unconvinced, "what's pushing me for? Am I wrong? Isn't she from the family? "

Mingyou's heart turned a white eye, hummed, did not pay attention to him, continued to bury his head in writing. She doesn't want to quarrel with this pig now. She will beat him to death when she finds a chance.

The little boy really thought that she was a little afraid of herself, and the confidence in her heart was suddenly more sufficient. The queen is also a paper tiger. There is nothing to be afraid of.

Mingyou or in time to finish the task before the next school, Murong Taifu looked at her this crooked words, eyes a few puffs, um, for a long time, reluctantly nodded, "well, it's OK. I hope your highness doesn't slacken down next, and practice more often will certainly achieve something." Mingyou thinks that either this Murong Taifu is suffering from eye disease, or he is really good at telling lies. If Feng Qing shallow see her this word, estimate buttocks must be beaten blossom.

But Mingyou also don't mind, happy running out, anyway can go back.

At dinner, Feng Qingqian asked, "how was your performance in the college today?"