MTL - The Legend of the Ghost Concubine-Chapter 20 : into the palace

Long Shi explained: "The Queen is indeed a poisonous point. However, those refugees are not natives, so the father does not allow us to do anything, but in recent years, more and more people have joined the refugee village, the sixth brother. Has proposed to accept the refugees to the father, but has not been approved."

Feng Xiaoer snorted: "No one is sexual"

The little potato scared her mouth.

Feng Xiaoer knew what he wanted to know. I also got up and prepared to leave. "Thank you two reminders, I will pay attention, it is not early, I will retire."

Feng Xiaoer knows that this guy in Long Shi will never do the kind of wickedness of the whistle. Although the Dragon Seven is annoying, the character is not bad.

"Oh, I have a good deed to remember to call the Lord next time." Long Shi shouted behind him.

Feng Xiaoer’s dissatisfied eyebrows, “I’m sorry, please don’t call me a little, let’s save people’s misunderstandings. Everyone does not make a river. You walk your Yangguan Road. I passed my wooden bridge, understand?”

The words fall, thrown to the dragon, the back of the wind and fire.

Long Shi looked at the figure of Feng Xiaoer, who was leaving, and smiled and said: "This ghost girl is really interesting..."

Long Qi looked at the back of Feng Xiaoer's back.

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The night passed, the dawn is approaching, and the people who have expectations will get up and dress up early, but the phoenix is ​​still sleeping late. In order to save time, Feng Xiaoer makes the small potatoes simple to dress, the beauty wins the temperament, and overdresses. Instead, it concealed the light beauty.

Beauty is not known, it is true.

After all, it was the birthday of the Queen Mother, and Feng Xiaoer didn't dare to be too shabby. She had a hairpin that her mother had left for her, and the little potato had a sparkling pink hairpin on her forehead. The shape of the peach flower is more beautiful.

It is still a plain white veil, and it is covered with a light beige mop and a large coat. It is not as low-key and tasteless as it used to be. For the first time, Feng Xiaoer was wearing such an exaggerated style of dress, always feeling uncomfortable. Hard to get used to.

Feng Xiaoer repeatedly suggested to Feng Zhengde that the old guy couldn’t do it. The old guy blows his beard and gives her the word “noisy”. Feng Xiaoer knows that he can’t escape, but he can’t escape, then he’s rampage. It is.

Feng Xiaoer told the bearer to lift slowly, still the last one, and I don't know how long it took to get to the palace. Feng Xiaoer sat in the car and closed her eyes. The rickety car suddenly stopped, one did not watch out, Feng Xiaoer opened his eyes and the whole person leaned forward, almost rolled out, but fortunately she responded quickly and held the car door.

The official ladies present at the scene covered their sorrowful laughs.

Little potato used to help her lady, and whispered in her ear: "Miss, here is the palace, don't mess around."

Feng Yuer straightened and nodded solemnly.

The Queen Mother’s birthday feast was held at the Royal Hunting Ground. When the ladies of the official family went, the Queen was commanding the palace to arrange the scene, and the Queen sent the ladies to place the ladies in the shed.

The minister and the minister chatted together, and the ladies and those who were familiar with it, the phoenix boring skirt. I only hope that this **** birthday feast will start soon, every minute is a torment.

Finally, the **** yelled: "The emperor drove, the queen drove to..." announced the beginning of the birthday feast.

The palace people arranged the scene and invited the ladies to sit down. The queen then retired the palace and officially took a seat.

The emperor pampered and said to the empress of the emperor: "The hard love is stunned", the empress Yingying smiled: "The emperor is smashed, and this is what the courtiers should do." The queen said to the Queen Mother.

Feng Xiaoer sat in the corner, looked up at the Queen with his head, and looked like the Queen on TV. It was no wonder that the empress had eaten the emperor, and he would be a man, see the queen. Born a pair of slightly eye-catching eyes, she knows how savvy she is, a pair of flirtatious eyes and a low-browed smile, and her eyes are fascinated.

The eyes are not kind, even though she speaks softly and gracefully, she can look at the past at a glance. Feng Xiaoer does not like it. In Feng Xiaoer's view, the first time between people, the feeling is the most accurate.

The Queen Mother is different. The eyebrows are kind and simple, the clothes are plain, and the speech is gentle and polite. The Queen Mother looked at the people and said kindly: "The children are all so big, so many people have come, they have the heart, everyone does not need to use it." Too strict, use it."

The emperor answered: "Everyone will feel free to eat, eat it." Saying that the dish is given to the Queen Mother, the image of a filial son, and there is no majesty of the emperor.

The emperor spoke up, and everyone was obedient and ate.

The Queen Mother slowly chewed and said: "When the sorrowful family eats the Buddha, the Buddha is used to it, why should the emperor have to pay such a fee?"

The emperor went to the Queen Mother's Bowl and said, "These are all Queens' preparations for the mother. The Queen is worried that the mother will be vegetarian and lack of nutrition all the year round, and that the mother will have to make up for her."

The Queen took the opportunity to attack, Sheng Sheng bowl of soup placed in front of the back, Xian Hui said: "This soup is used for more than ten kinds of expensive Chinese medicine for a few hours, it is very supplementary, the mother is hot after drinking"

The Queen Mother tasted a bite, and the tone was a bit alienated; "The Queen has a heart, and the mourner reads the Buddha, and should not eat too much."

The emperor plunged her eyebrows and her face was a little embarrassed. She smiled and covered her face and said: "This way, it’s good to eat after the mother."

Too many consequences will not be eaten, put down the tableware, elegantly wipe the mouth, ask the emperor: "What are the emperors of the mourning family?"

The emperor was a little hard to laugh, but also put down the tableware and double-clicked on the palm of his hand. "After the mother, look..."

The people followed the eyes of the Queen Mother, and saw the four beautiful men who came to the horse on the big grass outside the hunting ground. They wore light red texture robes, their hairs were all high, and their hair was always inserted. Noble and luxurious.

Four people tacitly stepped on a 360-degree high-altitude rollover of Malay, handsome one-shouldered kneeling, holding a banner, and saying the same thing: "The emperors wish the old Buddha's Fu as the East China Sea than the South Mountain"

The official ladies shouted and exclaimed, and they all showed their adoration.

The emperor’s happy clapping shouted: “The emperors have a good match and a good understanding.”

The Queen Mother was a little surprised. After the shock, he clap his hands and said: "Well, the hard-working sorrowful grandsons, hurry up and rest..."

The **** took over the banner, and the four beautiful men walked side by side to the Queen's shoulders. They entered the greenhouse and went to the Queen Mother to ask for the seat.

Drinking and eating, the royals have two words without a chat, the others are cannon fodder, and the phoenix babies hide in the corner and lick their mouths, this time when the **** is a head. Sleeping her.

Feng Xiaoer sneaked a yawn, looked up and looked at the prince's eyes, scared her guilty eyes, secretly moved the chair, and wished to get into the wall.

If you walk too much in the night, you will wet your feet. If you get too much, you will be scared. Moreover, the Prince had such a powerful and vicious mother. She has to be guilty. However, she has performed very calmly. At least not scared to the whole body.

Next, there were people performing, but there were some classical dances of the ancients. Playing the flute was more boring than watching the Spring Festival Evening.