Some people, some things, although it is a pity to miss them, do not necessarily hurt each other.

Zhang Qiyue lay on the bed and listened to her son's laughter, her nervous mood miraculously slowly calmed down, as if her anxiety had been soothed, like clear water flowing by, and the heat disappeared.

Zhang Qiyue quietly looked at the top of Long Feifengxiang's bed, and a few strokes in the golden bed tent outlined the most noble totem in the world, Zhang Qiyue couldn't help but laugh at herself, since it didn't get more and more intense.

Did he think that he wouldn't do anything to her, so he took it for granted that he sulked with himself, if Ming Ting was naturally aggressive, she didn't have that idle mood, and she 'piticed' herself. Just because she knows that Dao Mingting will not do anything to her, she can squander his duties and woodenness!

Zhang Qiyue felt that he was still the same as before, selfishness and self-interest could not learn the open-mindedness and brightness in him.

She knew her advantage in Ming Ting's heart, just like she had before, from carefully currying favor at the beginning, to recklessly plundering after knowing that he cared, to the point of making a move on him!

All along, as long as she was a little unhappy, Ming Ting didn't dare to resist.

Just like now, although the silence in Ming Ting's eyes made her uneasy and scared. But she also knew that Ming Ting had ten guts, and Ming Ting didn't dare to jump up and ask her why she didn't abide by the agreement, and the two of them were together; He won't blackmail her with everything he used to have.

In Mingting's heart, that memory is more worthy of respect and cherishing than in his own heart.

Zhang Qiyue thought of this situation, her heart throbbed faintly, smiled lovingly for him, comforted him for not tolerating his abuse and saying that it didn't hurt, and even more tolerant of him who was so cold, but he was like a bad person.

To Zhang Qiyue's regret, she found that Ming Ting was the only one who did not dislike her for whether she had talent and learning, whether she was good to him, and treated her unconditionally.

A woman can cultivate a love without regrets in a few lifetimes, obviously she has limited blessings, and she has cultivated a bad fate.

Zhang Qiyue put her hand on her chest, her heartbeat had been beating violently just now, and now the remaining fluctuations still scared her, whether she was afraid or happy, she was glad that unreasonable tolerance could allow her to plunder at will without any pressure, she could shout loudly, if he dared to find the right food, he would strangle their wanton plundering together!

Before Zhang Qiyue met Ming Ting, he never knew that Daoist people could be so selfish, and after losing it, he was even more frightened and helpless.

Sadly, it was only after she was given up by Ming Court that she realized that she couldn't lose him, and she almost blurted out her humble heart in horror.

She always thought that Ming Ting was a soft persimmon in her hand, and she could pinch it as much as she wanted, and she felt that it was not good-looking, so she could throw him away, step on his feet, and change to another persimmon to continue pinching. He could only be on the muddy ground, waiting for her to remember.

She has always felt so, arrogantly being the master between the two, she feels that she has become so obedient, and she can be sensible and beautiful, why doesn't he love herself!

But just when she was so secretly smug and arrogant that Ming Ting was her property, after she had an illness, Ming Ting suddenly began to alienate him, and she was almost stupid at that time! Like! It's like suddenly discovering that the grain in the field has grown wings and flies!

At that time, she realized that Ming Tingzhi was not a subordinate to her, not a toy she picked up when she broke a jar on the road of life, but she didn't look like a lost dependent, she taught her to turn over the soil and farm the land, and the fruit she ate in her mouth was the only seed she wanted to hold in her hand.

At that time, she felt that she was dirty, yes, she pinned her arrogant heart on a cold palace eunuch, which queen didn't know how to do this kind of thing like her, was she insulting herself or insulting Jiuyanluo! No wonder Jiu Yanluo looked at her unremittingly!

Zhang Qiyue took a deep breath, a bitter liquid flowed from the corners of her eyes, and finally she said that if there is an afterlife, we will be together. Who would have thought that she didn't be perfunctory, didn't repay the favor, but simply wanted to be with him.

As a result, there was really an afterlife, and she decisively put the words she said at that time behind her, no matter how sincere and righteous she was at the time, she couldn't change the fact that she was the queen now, so she was very weak-hearted.

Zhang Qiyue can almost imagine what will happen to Ming Court if she moves and shows a little untimely emotion, what Jiu Yanluo is best at is not conviction after the evidence is conclusive, but after chasing the wind and catching the shadows, she will be decided!

Zhang Qiyue didn't know what went wrong with Lu Dao, or was she too comfortable and had bad retribution, she deserved to face him in such an unbearable situation, and let him see her selfishness and incurable again.

Zhang Qiyue lay on the bed, rested for a while, her face gradually returned to ruddy, her breathing was steady, and after the tense emotions dissipated, the fatigue came surgingly, and she fell asleep after a while.

The palace was quiet, and the little prince also quieted down, and Mingting sat on the soft couch outside to fight fast, and occasionally took advantage of Mingting's inattention, and quickly stuffed the cube into his mouth and gnawed a mouthful of saliva, Mingting couldn't cry and laugh when he saw it, and he couldn't stop it.

Ming Ting looked into the inner room from time to time, except for the gap separated by the bead curtain, she couldn't see anything, was she better? She's always like that, obviously she doesn't have two brushes, but she likes to think of herself, and she doesn't know how to torture herself this time. Just like then, until I consumed myself, there was no light.

Ming Ting threw the block in his hand high and caught it!

The Nine Flame Emperor immediately giggled.

Ming Ting threw it again.

The Nine Yan Emperor continued to laugh, his little face with crooked eyebrows detached from his mother's softness and began to approach his father's eyebrows.

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Zhang Qiyue woke up at noon, got up and dragged his heavy body, and sat in front with milk porridge.

Ming Ting was lying on the ground and was letting His Royal Highness the Prince, who had woken up from a sleep, ride a big horse.

The nurse was supporting the prince on the side, surrounded by three or five palace maids cheering together, and there were three buckets of ice water in the hall, and the inner court was extremely cool.

Seeing that the queen mother was awake, everyone saluted respectfully and retreated to their respective positions in a restrained manner, and the joyful atmosphere became serious.

The Nine Yan Emperor was the most excited, breaking free from the shackles of the Ming Court and quickly rushing towards the queen mother.

Zhang Qiyue looked at him, and when he was approaching, he took his little hand and let him pounce on his lap, his small mouth quickly spit out vague word bubbles, and only a few words could be heard with some meaning. It has already made Zhang Qiyue smile.

Hua Mama praised the prince for his cleverness in a row, and he already knew how to call the queen such a complex honorific title, and he would definitely be smart and wise in the future as the emperor or something.

Zhang Qiyue felt very interesting every time she heard Mama Hua praising Jiu Yanhuang with no effort, but she really couldn't think of how Mama Hua could think of such a heart-wrenching compliment, and Jiu Yanluo had been tolerating the little things who had repeatedly usurped the throne.

Ming Ting stood aside with his head down, not participating in the interaction between the queen and the prince.

Zhang Qiyue didn't ask questions like before.

One big and one small two figures are playing with each other, except that they feel that both of them are very happy, and I really can't see any fun in reaching an agreement, but the strange thing is that since they are all playing very well, the people around them can't help but want to laugh.

The lunch is very rich, whether you eat it or not, the custom is placed there, if you eat more, the imperial kitchen will be rewarded, and if you eat less, you will be punished, there is no reason to say, the cooking skills of the imperial dining room have been repeatedly threatened by life, and the cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and Zhang Qiyue has recently made a circle.

Serve the queen for dinner.

Ming court serves the crown prince.

The little guy has reached the age of curiosity about all the tableware, stubbornly holding the chopsticks on the table and grabbing the food that can be poked, often a plate of feasts with complete colors and fragrances, and the most unrecognizable after being poked by him, but the imperial dining room also likes to make a shape that attracts the infinite interest of children, so he is ready to poke him.

In the eyes of adults, the inferior performance is very hard and serious work in the eyes of the Nine Yan Emperor, especially when Zhang Qiyue does not laugh at his exaggerated movements, poking vegetables is his hard learning process.

The seemingly delicious food couldn't be delivered into his mouth as easily as Ming Ting, and he was sweating profusely and kept fighting.

Zhang Qiyue didn't look at Ming Ting, it didn't mean that she couldn't see him taking care of the prince, and no one of them paid attention to each other felt good.

Zhang Qiyue's heart is not even more tasteful, the Nine Yan Emperor has nothing to do, he rushes to the Ming Court, and when his temper comes up, he will unconsciously go to the Ming Court, Zhang Qiyue, who is watching, pinched the spoon in his hand and couldn't swallow it.

The Nine Yan Emperor is the prince, and what he does is unbearable.

But what about her? What reason did she have for him to endure such treatment: "Ming Ting, hand over the prince to the nurse, and you go down to rest." ”

Ming Ting didn't object, he didn't want to dine with her in the same space, and said goodbye respectfully, and the two ended their unpleasant relationship with each other as if they didn't exist in the morning.

After Ming Ting went out, he stared at the blazing sun outside for a while, and then quickly left to eat and tidy up, preventing His Highness from crying and looking for someone for a while.

Zhang Qiyue eats very slowly, she can't really talk about being absent-minded, there is nothing worth seeing for her, at present, she just can't pass the pass in her heart, Zhang Qiyue persuaded herself, raised her head, she is like this! What else do you want to do! Give others unrealistic fantasies!

Zhang Qiyue immediately cut off the emotions that did not conform to her identity in the morning, and took the children to eat and keep an eye on her status, and she didn't deserve to think about the rest.

Zhang Qiyue's grandeur is very great, and he is decisive! Like a wound with sores, she dug up the wound mercilessly, allowing new flesh to grow, and she felt cold and hard as she must be able to do.

Towards the evening, Zhang Qiyue's performance was remarkable, and she was also very cold to Ming Ting, and even sometimes a little deliberately provocative, her tone was not friendly, her attitude was unintentional, and she never dragged her feet!

Ming Ting is not a stubborn character, if you are together, you will be scattered! What's more, against Zhang Qiyue, he categorically couldn't condone her bad temperament, not before, and not now.

"Queen Mother, the slave has been feeling weak recently, so please ask the slave to return to Father-in-law Qin." Ming Ting spoke directly.

Zhang Qiyue and the prince pinched each other abruptly, instantly looked at Ming Ting, who was looking at the side with low eyebrows, and said without hesitation: "No!" ”

Ming Ting didn't hear it, he was very persistent, neither humble nor arrogant, and completely took Zhang Qiyue air: "Please allow the queen!" "It's a lot of style.