Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 698 Regent, Empress Dowager (24)

Feng Min sniffed and couldn't help saying:
"Then I want three!"

Feng Xun said lightly, "One."

"Three..."

Qian Qiu propped his chin and glanced at him, "One."

Feng Min wanted to say something else.

He watched the wooden sword in Qianqiu's hand draw a beautiful sword flower, and the cold wind whizzed straight to Feng Min's white and tender cheeks.

Feng Min shrank her neck.

"But, but..."

"It's hard to tell if it's just one."

Feng Xun frowned slightly, "How else do you want to divide?"

Feng Min pinched his fingers weakly.

"One for the queen mother, one for the regent king, and one for Min'er."

"Look, there are only three!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his little paw that he could even break out his orchid fingers.

Qianqiu glanced at it, but couldn't help stretching out his hand.

The number three that this orchid refers to must have been learned from my little brother.

Little brother's pot.

Qian Qiu just planned to break him up.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xun also extended his hand at the same time.

The fingertips of the two touched.

Feng Xun pursed her thin lips, feeling the heat of the other person the moment she touched her.

He immediately withdrew his hand, his expression was gloomy, and he seemed extremely disgusted.

Qian Qiu glanced at him, didn't care too much, after pulling Feng Min's little hand away.

She said lightly:
"A person who is close to vermilion is red and whoever is close to ink is black, but don't learn from some people."

At this time, she even mocked the people around her.

Feng Min still didn't know the foreign language of the words, so he could only nod his head with a ignorant expression.

"Yeah, the queen mother is right."

Whether you understand it or not, the answer is correct.

Feng Xun's face seemed to be getting worse, and his voice became calmer, and he said:
"The color of ink is fragrant, which is not bad."

He didn't refute anything, and he praised Mo Zhe by the way.

Qianqiu glanced at him.

As expected of the Prince Regent, he has experienced so many things.

The little brother's face is not usually thick.

……

The two are hurting each other openly and secretly.

only.

Regarding Feng Min's affairs, the cooperation between the two is consistent.

Qianqiu clings to the wooden sword, playing with the sword, with a smile on his face and a cold look in his eyes.

Feng Min trembled.

Feng Xun heard the words to comfort him for a while, and tricked him into practicing calligraphy.

It's been a long time.

When the lights came on, I looked out from the open window.

The lanterns hanging under the eaves were lit up one after another, and the reddish light reflected an ambiguous color on the lake.

During the daytime in the capital, the streets are full of traffic and serious.

When night falls, with such ambiguous colors, the atmosphere is completely different.

February [-] is the season when the dragon raises its head.

Not only the folks held temple fairs, but the palace should also hold a large banquet.

The regent, empress dowager, and emperor Feng Min should all be the protagonists.

only.

Because the regent Wang Fengxun declared that the emperor's old illness had relapsed.

The empress dowager loves her son very much, so she went to visit her, but there was no movement in the palace.

This is quite convenient, the three people who were supposed to appear in the palace appeared at the folk temple fair at this time of year.

People come and go at the temple fair, which is even more lively than in the daytime.

The country's surname is Feng.

The name of the country is Hong.

Hongguo's folk customs are open.

Before Song Qiuyue listened to the government behind the curtain, there were several empresses in succession.

therefore.

There are not many restrictions between men and women.

On the night of the temple fair, there were both men and women on the street.

Even many people are still rushing to meet the right person.

Maybe it is destined to meet thousands of miles away.

A hundred years of cultivation can cross the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation can make it possible to sleep together.

(End of this chapter)