Chapter 367: Female honor: willing to be the minister under His Majesty's skirt (17)

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

It is normal for men to apply fat and powder in the female dynasty.

However, it was a bit strange that Young Master Ning was mocked by the fragments of the same man as the rouge gouache.

Just listening to the Prime Minister on the opposite side continued to say without changing his face: "The smell of fat powder on the man's body is too heavy, and it will also be offensive."

After a pause, Qingye added: "Like His Majesty's ninety-five-year-old body, it is best for the servant of the harem to be Qingshui Hibiscus, and not to apply fat powder, otherwise, being surrounded by these fat powder gas all day long, it will inevitably hurt the body."

"Injured?"

Feng Qian wondered, is there such a statement?

The young man on the opposite side didn't change his face: "Being smoked by fat powder all day long will always stimulate the sense of smell, and maybe it will also cause headaches."

so……

"A man with rich makeup like Ning Xiao Gongzi, it's better not to enter the harem."

"It's like Wei Chen, who escaped because he couldn't bear the breath of the other party, and then rammed into His Majesty's carriage."

On the other side, after getting on the carriage, Young Master Ning, who was a little puzzled because there was no movement outside for a long time, sneezed twice.

Invisibly lying on the gun, someone disliked him many times, but in fact, Ning Xiaogong, who had a very light body, got up and opened the sedan curtain.

The young Prime Minister was not seen outside.

He asked the maid who was driving the car in confusion.

The other party said: "The Prime Minister has found another carriage."

This is what Qing Ye asked him to answer like this.

Ning Chen looked outside, there were still only the original three carriages, and a carriage carrying congratulatory treasures.

Ning Chen just looked at it suspiciously, put down the sedan curtain again, and sat back in the carriage again.

I thought to myself, maybe the Prime Minister sent someone to prepare a carriage, but it was not ready yet.

Here, Feng Qian was stunned for a moment.

Being smoked by rouge gouache, are the consequences so serious?

The girl looked strangely at the boy in front of her.

Then, in a serious tone, he said, "Okay, I understand."

The young man lowered his eyelashes, lowered his head, and the blue silk slipped, covering the slightly raised lips.

Your Majesty...you are really good.

This trip is a long way, and it takes two days by car alone.

Bumpy all the way, inevitably boring.

Feng Qian was also a little drowsy.

The queen raised her hand and yawned, and mist appeared in her dark eyes.

Some sleepy.

Feng Qian propped his chin. Well, if it wasn't for the debris here, she would probably have been sleeping on the soft couch long ago.

Qingye noticed the Queen's movements and said thoughtfully, "If Your Majesty is sleepy, you can lie down and rest first."

Feng Qian raised her eyes to look at the fragments, tilted her head slightly, and said softly, "Is it alright?"

"Of course." The young prime minister responded.

Feng Qian hesitated, and while looking at the young man with dark eyes, he slowly moved to the soft couch.

The queen shrank herself into a small ball.

His dark eyes looked at the debris in front of him.

After a while, a shadow fell in front of him.

The incomparably beautiful young man took the blanket from the carriage with his slender fingers and slowly covered the girl.

Feng Qian was stunned.

Qing Ye's deep eyes stared at the Queen quietly.

He said slowly, "Your Majesty, don't catch a cold."

The light tone was a little less alienated and indifferent.

And from those eyes, there are no other emotions.

Feng Qian blinked again, softly said "um", and then slowly closed her eyes.

Because of the sleepiness, even though the carriage was slightly bumpy, the girl quickly fell asleep.

This time, in the carriage, only the boy in white was left awake.

The sky was getting darker.

The teenager sat in a regular posture, almost always maintaining this movement, and his eyes kept falling on the Queen.