The moon is dark and the wind is high, the cool breeze is blowing, and the moonlight is like cutting autumn.

On such a beautiful night, by a certain palace wall, two sneaky figures were reflected through the clear moonlight.

A woman with a delicate face, who was about to be unable to bear the weight on her shoulders and screamed continuously, her legs kept shaking, and when she was about to faint, she complained pitifully to the figure who was about to climb the wall, "Your Majesty, Ling'er, I can't bear it anymore." ”

"Ling'er, don't worry, it's almost there." His Majesty's Hua Tian Tian used all his strength to eat his mother's milk when he was a child, and climbed the wall at the last moment.

Climbing up the wall, Hua Tian Tian crossed his waist and looked up to the sky and smiled, "Feng Jing, you stinky boy, dare to ban the old lady's feet, hum, the old lady is not a vegetarian." ”

Ling'er, who was already paralyzed on the ground, gasped, but still did not forget to teach Hua Tiantian, who was an image of a fierce woman, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister said that you must speak and act with the demeanor of the king of a country, and the word old lady is taboo." ”

Hua Tian Tian picked his ears, looking like he didn't listen to the teachings at all.

Seeing Ling'er looking at her with a sincere look, she was a little impatient and perfunctory, "Oops, oops, I know." ”

After speaking, he lowered his voice and muttered, "Why are you all so oriented towards Feng Jing's stinky boy, obviously oppressed from beginning to end, the most pitiful is me, okay?" ”

As soon as Hua Tiantian thought of this, she began to think back to her tears and began to think about the years when she had been oppressed by Feng Jing with her fingers. I think back then, a handsome young man, tried to be the first, entered the palace as an official, and since then he has become the prime minister of the government and the opposition.

At a casual glance outside the hall, she thought it was just an ordinary young man, but she didn't expect that since he became an official, he would discipline her a lot.

She resisted, but he pressed her with the world of this Yan country, and she wanted to guard the world of this Yan country for her deceased father, so no matter how Feng Jing made it difficult for her, she could only endure it.

But!!

Hua Tiantian took a snot snot, lowered her eyes and complained with tears to Ling'er, who was still slumped on the ground, "Ling'er, you said, I am just a dark moon and a windy night, peeking at the little beautiful man bathing, why Feng Jing banned my feet with a leisurely and leisurely appearance, what is wrong with me, what is wrong with the widow, I can't live this day, I can't live it." ”

Ling'er rolled her eyes silently, she couldn't help but have a nightmare, and turned a blind eye to Hua Tiantian's crying eyes and nose that couldn't see clearly, "Your Majesty, compared to this, the slave maid thinks it's better for you to get off this wall faster, according to your voice just now, it is estimated that the Royal Forest Army will come over in less than a moment." ”

Hua Tian Tian suddenly came to his senses, and snorted violently, "That's right, the widow is still going to peek at the little beautiful man bathing, this time I must peek at it, do the right thing first, do the right thing first." ”

As he spoke, he covered his nose and turned sideways on the wall.

Unexpectedly, two days ago, Feng Jing asked someone to fill in the passage from her bedroom to the little beautiful man, and there was a thorn under the wall, and the flowers were added to the desire to cry without tears.

"Mom, tell me first when you fill it in, my mother has already jumped!!" With the tragic cry of Hua Tiantian, a ball of meat fell down from the wall in a dashing manner, and the scene was spectacular!

"Your Majesty..."

Hua Tiantian faintly heard Ling'er's shout in her ears, she silently closed her eyes, and wailed in her heart, her beautiful little face is going to suffer, Ling'er, in the future, the widow will be uglier than you.

When Hua Tiantian thought that she had died a tragic death this time, and she had already brought Feng Jing's ancestor to the eighteenth generation to scold her again, a wisp of ink fragrance faintly came, and then a joking voice with a chuckle also poured into her ears.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the ancestor of Weichen has not offended you yet."