What kind of rhythm is this?

"Yao'er, wake up, the queen is looking for you" Feng Qianjun bowed slightly, and her warm tone lingered in her ears.

Someone who was sleeping on the table reluctantly lifted his eyelids, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at all the eyes staring at him, Feng Yunyao shouted: "Do what you have to do, what do you want to do when you watch me do?" "Completely ignoring the emperor and empress......

Since the place where she sat was dark, there was no light, and she was still lying on her stomach, and when she stood up just now, no one noticed.

"Yun Yao, be good, come here, my aunt hasn't seen you for a long time, this moment, it's been more than ten years, but it's changed a lot, and my aunt is almost unrecognizable" Auntie? Could it be that this queen is Feng Yunyao's aunt, it should be, she has called herself.

Feng Yunyao glanced at her, the corners of her mouth pursed, and she stood up very reluctantly, revealing that gasping face under the light of night light and lights.

What words to use to describe her, it's all the same as dirty her, so beautiful, this pure, this holy and soft, soft, like a ball of white clouds, the kind of beauty that can't be grasped through, that is, you can see it, the pair of blue pupils, and it makes people tremble slightly, blue, blue eyes except for only two people in the world, there is nothing else, one is the carefree high priest, and the other is - Miss Four of the Suzaku Family, this kind of amazing beauty, belongs to ordinary people? I thought that this nominal Miss Waste Chai was an inconspicuous figure, but now, this look, it is not only beautiful, this kind of beauty, no one can compare, even if she is the seventh princess of the dynasty, Jun Dan, she will never be better than the person in front of her.

It's just that when she saw this face, the queen's face turned white, this face was so, so much like her, like her mother.

The emperor also changed his complexion in the same way, his body trembled slightly, he opened his mouth, and almost shouted out the name, Yao Chi......

The queen came back to her senses, her eyes were full of excitement, like, it was so like, it was very like.

"Yun Yao, come here, sit with your aunt" She calmed her emotions and smiled indifferently, with a little sour in her tone, Yaochi, your daughter has grown so big now, and she is even more beautiful than you, can you put your mind at ease?

Looking at the caring and relieved eyes, Feng Yunyao knew that the person who called herself an aunt should not be bad, so she started silently under her feet, and slowly stepped over in the jealousy of many concubines and courtiers.

After walking, she glanced at the chair, did not salute, tilted her body, and sat down very unceremoniously, the queen didn't say anything, just smiled lightly, she wondered, did this queen's aunt intentionally put an extra chair next to her?

Everyone shifted their eyes, not daring to look at her again, for fear of angering the queen, if they guessed correctly, back then, the queen and the mother of the waste wood, it was a friend of life and death, I don't know how good the relationship is, dare to be disrespectful to Feng Yunyao, but it will provoke the queen.

The queen smiled faintly, stretched out a hand from Hua's sleeve with satisfaction, and clenched her delicate and white little hand, "Yun Yao, really, like your mother" The soft tone made her tremble again, is this an illusion, she found a trace of comfort in this queen's aunt, and that deep guilt, why should she feel guilty, she just mentioned Feng Yunyao's mother, that is to say, she has a deep relationship with Feng Yunyao's mother?

Most of her didn't know about the past, besides, when Feng Yunyao was born, her mother had already passed away.

I had never seen her, and there was not a portrait of her in her room or in the room of the named father, so she didn't know what she looked like.

"Yun Yao, for so many years, the only thing my aunt feels guilty about is because of your mother and daughter" The queen sighed secretly, looking at the steps of the flying song and swallow dance, her expression was indifferent.

Feng Yunyao's eyebrows furrowed, trying to pull out the hand that was clenched, but that hand was very powerful, held tightly, without the slightest intention of letting go, Feng Yunyao was sullen for a while, auntie, sighing that the era of the years has passed, it is very old-fashioned, can you stop? The watch told her that her ears were like a hornet's nest.

"Back then, if my aunt hadn't married her to my brother, perhaps, she wouldn't have left us so early......" The queen sighed, only to see that Feng Wu's face at the banquet was dark, but she didn't dare to refute anything, just lowered her head and covered the anger in her eyes.

Feng Yunyao almost clapped her hands and applauded, Gao, this move is absolutely high, ha, the so-called nominal father who is so angry is really a happy thing.