Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Chapter 367 The Empress Willing to Be Your Majesty's Minister (17)

Feng lightly blinked his eyes.

In the dynasty of women, it is normal for men to paint and paint.

It's just that it's a little strange that young master Ning was ridiculed by the fragments of the same man. The smell of rouge and gouache is strong.

The prime minister on the opposite side continued to say without changing his face: "The smell of makeup on the man's body is too heavy, and it will also be offensive."

After a pause, Qing Ye added: "Like Your Majesty's Ninth Five-Year body, the harem's servant should be clear water lotus and not apply makeup, otherwise he will be surrounded by these makeup all day long, and it will inevitably hurt his body."

"Injury?"

Feng Qian was puzzled, there was such a saying?

The boy on the opposite side didn't change his face: "Being smoky all day long will stimulate the sense of smell and maybe even cause headaches."

so……

"It's better for your majesty not to bring a man with rich make-up and make-up like young master Ning into the harem."

"It's just like Weichen, who ran away because he couldn't bear the breath of the other party, and then recklessly bumped into His Majesty's carriage."

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

Lying on the gun invisibly, being disgusted by someone all over the place, but in fact, the little Mr. Ning who smelled very faint of makeup got up and opened the car curtain.

The young prime minister was not seen outside.

He was puzzled and asked the maid who was driving the car.

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

This is what Qingye asked the other party to answer.

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

Ning Chen only looked at it suspiciously, then put down the car curtain, and sat back in the carriage again.

I thought, maybe the prime minister sent someone to prepare a carriage again, but it was not ready yet.

…

Here, Feng Qian was stunned when he heard it.

Are the consequences of being smoked with rouge powder so serious?

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

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

The young man lowered his eyelashes, lowered his head, and the black hair slipped down, covering the slightly raised corners of his lips.

Your Majesty...you are really good.

…

The journey is so long that it will take two days just to drive.

Bumps along the way are bound to be boring.

The wind is shallow and 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 fragments 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 his eyes to look at the fragments, tilted his head slightly, and said softly, "Is it okay?"

"Of course." The young prime minister responded.

Feng Qian hesitated for a moment, looking at the young man with dark eyes, and slowly moved to the soft couch.

The queen shrank herself into a small ball.

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

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

The unparalleled beauty of the young man took the blanket from the carriage with his slender fingers, and slowly covered the girl.

Feng was stunned.

Qingye's deep eyes quietly met the Queen's gaze.

Slowly said: "Your Majesty, don't catch a cold."

The bland tone was a little less alienated and indifferent.

And from those eyes, no other emotions can be seen.

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

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

Now, in the carriage, only the boy in white was left awake.

It was getting dark.

The young man sat in a regular manner, almost maintaining such movements, and his eyes kept falling on the queen.