Madam is a Superstar

Talking about Bihai reminds me of the words that the concubine reminded her when she met in the imperial garden at noon,

He hooked his fingers around the collar of his underwear and poked the man's muscular chest.

"I used to have conflicts with the concubines in the harem. Didn't I always make it difficult for you, especially the noble concubine?"

Song Qing's voice was high and dull, ever since he knew in another world that Nangong Yu cared about him at that time,

She always felt guilty when she recalled all the past events. She was also in the whirlpool of the court,

Therefore, I know that as the king of a country, Nangong Yu sometimes has too many last resorts, especially in the first two years after he ascended the throne.

So at that time, the concubine deliberately came to make her unhappy, and she just used the magic stick to

He said a few words of sadness, coldness and wind, which frightened everyone so much that they turned pale and left in a hurry.

But it only lasted two years. The next two years...

Well, depending on the time, place and her mood, it would be more or less blatant and unscrupulous.

Under the faint moonlight inside the bed curtain, Nangong Yu's face flashed through the fleeting haze,

The big palm protecting the slender waist unconsciously massages the delicate and smooth skin,

"It's not difficult."

He narrowed his eyes and unexpectedly fell into the beautiful eyes waiting for the next detailed explanation. He couldn't help but smile.

"You are my priest of Dayuan, and your concubine is the prime minister's legitimate daughter. As the emperor of Dayuan, I don't want to see you getting close to people in the prime minister's palace. This is one of the reasons."

Song Qing breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Huo Donor's waist a little tighter. This was best.

The guilt lingering in my heart dissipated a little because of these well-founded words, and I was in the mood to continue questioning.

"Well, what about the second one?"

I didn't wait for the second one, but I waited for another extremely gentle and patiently grinding and absorbing kiss.

Although it was a shallow description and a little bit of exploration to lure her into sinking, it couldn't be resisted for too long.

The Fairy Queen's face was tinged with an unnatural blush, and she was leaning against her broad shoulders to adjust her slightly disordered breathing.

The tip of the ear went numb, and Nangong Yu's hoarse and beguiling words rang in his ears,

"I'm afraid if you don't quarrel with them."

Song Qing's thoughts were very confused at the moment, and he couldn't understand the meaning for a moment.

Nangong Yu seemed to be able to accurately guess what his beloved was thinking, so he added an explanation,

"If Qingqing doesn't quarrel with them, it means you don't care. If you don't care, you will naturally lose my place in your heart. At that time, I will really become a loner."

I clearly felt the strength of the arms holding me tighten, and with the help of a few rays of cold moonlight in late autumn,

I could vaguely see Nangong Yu's face clearly. He was handsome and noble, just like the face from another world.

The person is also the same person, and the soul is also the same soul. The only difference is the longer hair.

"Song Qing."

Song Qing was watching intently, but when Leng Buding was called by his full name, he still said in such a cold and solemn tone.

Not to mention that he was really frightened. Just when he was about to slap the donor Huo on the butt and tell him whether he was committing suicide, he felt a warm feeling on his forehead and heart.

The kiss lasted for a long time before we pulled away,

The strength of Nangong Yu's arm around Song Qing's waist was slightly loosened, but it was still stable and firm, unable to escape at all.

"You are not allowed to care, and you are not allowed to leave me."

After saying that, he relaxed his sentence a little, and patted Song Qing's butt lightly with his palm,

The protruding and sexy Adam's apple slides up and down, overflowing with mellow, low-pitched and coaxing words,

"Honey, tell me you love me and listen to me before you want to sleep. Be good."

The word "good" is particularly confusing.

Song Qing twitched the corner of her mouth, and here comes the donor Huo whose abstinent appearance was torn apart by her, revealing her sultriness.

It’s late at night and people are quiet,

Who would have known that the emperor who was supposed to be resting in Longyin Palace was now in the priest's hall, sleeping with the priest in his arms.

…

The next day, at Mao hour,

There was even a hint of fish belly white on the horizon, and the palace attendants in the priest's palace were already busy.

Without him,

Just because the priest didn't watch the stars last night, I'm going to attend the morning ceremony today.

There is an unwritten rule in Dayuan that ministers cannot eat breakfast before attending the morning court and must go on an empty stomach.

Just because people's thoughts will be clearer on an empty stomach, which is conducive to discussing state affairs.

This is true for ministers, and it is also true for emperors, so after getting up, you only need to freshen up and tidy up your clothes.

As for what to say in the court, you should think carefully about it on the way to the Qinzheng Hall, so as not to lose etiquette and be indecisive in front of the hall.

"grown ups!"

"You really don't need my slave to accompany you there? Do you really don't? It's still too late for my slave to catch up with you now!"

Behind her, Yuan'er's worried voice sounded far away, still making her last desperate struggle.

Song Qing's coquettish mole at the end of her left eye was raised in amusement, and she raised her hand and moved it slowly back and forth.

Without looking back, he signaled that there was really no need to follow him, not to mention that it would be a nice sunny day.

Just saying that she was walking on flat ground doesn't mean she should be so nervous, not to mention that the palace is surrounded by Nangong Yubu's minions.

It's not an exaggeration to say it's a dragnet. There's really no need to be so nervous. Besides, Fendanzi is only a little over two months old.

After less than half a cup of tea,

Song Qing, dressed in priestly robes, appeared in the Qinzheng Hall. The emperor had not yet arrived.

The ministers wearing official robes chatted with each other one by one. The civil servants were on the left and the military generals were on the right.

The order of standing is from front to back according to the size of the official position. Song Qing, the priest, is considered a civil official and stands side by side with the prime minister.

It was getting late at this time, and the prime minister had already arrived. A young man stood next to him.

The same official robe is similar to that of the Prime Minister. This person is the son of the Prime Minister and the younger brother of Zhao Wanrou.

Zhao Zhuoyuan.

As soon as they saw Song Qing coming, a group of ministers gathered together headed by the Prime Minister stopped talking.

Zhao Zhuoyuan even took a step back to give up his position, with a smile on his face that was still passable.

"How come you, the priest, are free to come and attend the morning court with us today? We haven't seen you for a few days.

The appearance of the priest is really more and more astonishing to ordinary people like us. I wonder if he has any secrets for beauty in private?

If there is, you can tell me about it conveniently, and I can take it to the imperial concubine to ask for a reward. "

There was no malice in these words, even a hint of compliment, but upon closer inspection,

And he can taste the insinuations in it. What he wants to express openly and secretly is nothing more than Song Qing, a woman.

You shouldn't appear in the court, you should stay in the priest's hall and think about that face.

Although it is not surprising for a Dayuan woman to become an official, as the saying goes, there are all kinds of birds in the forest.

There are many voices of opposition in the DPRK. Apparently, Zhao Zhuoyuan is one of these ministers.

Song Qing walked towards her own piece of land, with a face that was too beautiful and unrestrained.

Just now, he turned around and faced Zhao Zhuoyuan, his flaming red lips softly uttering every word,

"I wonder if Minister Zhao has ever heard of the saying that it's hard to give up on natural beauty?"

It's quite a shameless thing to say.

Zhao Zhuoyuan choked and pursed his lips. He didn't know how to answer it for a moment, but he heard Song Qing speak quietly again,

"In addition, this priest has to kindly remind Minister Zhao that this is the time of morning in Qinzheng Hall.

As ministers, we should put aside distracting thoughts and focus on national affairs. "

Seeing that Zhao Zhuoyuan's expression was not good-looking, he changed the topic and spoke briskly.

"However, I still like to hear what Minister Zhao praises me. Thank you very much."

Thank you for your understanding. I seem to have found the feeling. The remaining 4,000 will be sent later.