Madam is a Superstar

Song Qing put down her chopsticks and stood up. The maid waiting at the side came forward with a wooden basin with flower petals.

After Song Qing washed her hands, another palace maid followed and handed her a soft silk handkerchief to wipe her hands.

"Let's have seaweed and pork ribs soup, and add...steamed shrimps, big ones, and make a hot and sour dipping sauce."

Song Qing thought for a moment before giving an answer, but he still couldn't help but feel happy when talking about the hot and sour dipping sauce.

No one knew before that she couldn't live without alcohol. Yesterday, she said she would quit drinking, which would have easily aroused speculation.

When eating hot and sour food, you have to be more tactful. Tsk, why do you feel so sad for no reason?

"Okay, sir, I will go to the royal kitchen to get some shrimps and prepare them."

Yuan'er didn't notice anything wrong. She also had a fiery temper and did whatever she was told.

He turned around and was about to step out of the threshold and carry his purse to the imperial kitchen, but Song Qing stopped him in time.

"Wait, let's prepare the water for bathing first. This priest wants to take a nap. It's the same as before. No one should disturb me while I'm resting."

"OK."

Yuan'er scratched his head and responded, "Why is the adult talking so strangely? Isn't it always like this if it doesn't happen before?"

Yuan'er and others hurried down to get ready. Song Qing stepped out of the dining room threshold and stood under the eaves corridor.

Looking at the maple tree growing against the palace gate, I sighed. What should have been a sigh about the bleak autumn wind and the red maple leaves ended up in my mouth.

"I really miss the green plums that Qing Rouxing and Xingxing brought me."

Although Donor Huo made me cry when I was eating, I still wanted to...oh no, I was so greedy.

It's only a quarter of an hour now,

Nangong Yu had just finished his breakfast not long ago. If he smelled carefully, he could find that the fragrance of food was still lingering outside the imperial study room.

A breeze passed by,

The ghost-like Emperor Ying, dressed in black, knelt on one knee in front of the golden nanmu table.

He explained Song Qing's mutterings in the corridor one by one. After saying anything, he bowed his head and waited respectfully for the emperor's next instructions.

"despair."

The slight movement of the ink pen placed on the inkstone, and the mellow voice that lacked a few warmth also sounded at the same time,

"Well, I didn't think about it. You go to the imperial kitchen and ask if there are any green plums. If there are no green plums, let them go out of the palace to buy some and put them back.

First, bring some hot and sour food, along with these roses and this letter, take them back to the priest. "

Di Ying, who was kneeling on one knee with his head lowered, was stunned for a moment. It took him three breaths before he raised his head and looked at the emperor.

"Subordinate... go to the imperial dining room?"

The hoarse voice was like a ghost, and it was difficult to tell the male and female, but the strongest thing mixed in at this moment was nothing but surprise.

The emperor's shadow, the emperor's shadow, is supposed to be hidden in the dark, so how can he easily appear in other people's sight?

Her eyes couldn't help but move to the black handkerchief placed on the nanmu table, with gold thread embroidered with lifelike dragon patterns.

Di Ying was even more stunned as he tied nine fiery red rose flowers together.

Nangong Yu carefully folded the letter paper in his hand with slender and well-proportioned fingers. After hearing the words, he paused and looked in the direction of the door of the imperial study room for a moment.

"Dehong."

Not loud,

Eunuch De, who was outside, responded quickly. The imperial study room was pushed away from the outside. Eunuch De, with a smile on his old face, bent down and saluted.

"When you return to the emperor, if you want to eat spicy and sour food, I will send someone to the imperial dining room to send a message."

The emperor wants to eat, how dare the imperial kitchen neglect it?

In just half a stick of incense, a variety of hot and sour foods and green plums were delivered to the imperial study room.

The movement was not big, but it quickly spread throughout the harem like a strong wind in late autumn.

The concubines are all thinking about the fresh and spicy food, and the emperor's mood and anger are intangible, and so is his preference.

Therefore, it is extremely rare and difficult to know what the emperor likes to eat.

However, here at the priest's hall,

After Song Qing took a bath and stepped into the house, the first thing she saw was a dazzling rose bouquet on the table.

And a basket of green plums. The plums have been cleaned and still have crystal clear water stains.

"Master Priest."

The sudden appearance of Emperor Ying made Song Qing's eyelids twitch uncontrollably. After calming down his mind, he asked what he had guessed.

"The emperor asked you to send these?"

Di Ying nodded silently, Song Qing nodded with a smile on her beautiful eyes, and waved her hand slightly to signal the person to go down.

The long and shiny fingers have already picked up an emerald green plum, and the sour taste quickly spreads on the tip of the tongue.

The things that are longing for in the heart are satisfied, and the coquettish tears and moles are rippling with the master's good mood.

The other hand touched his lower abdomen, and he couldn't tell whether the plum was sour or she was sour.

"It seems that your father cares about you more, right?"

Song Qing sat down and ate several pills to satisfy his craving, then reached out to pick up the bouquet of fiery red rose flowers.

It's very beautiful, with a light fragrance that hits my nostrils. I don't quite understand which song Master Huo is singing.

I simply stopped speculating, put down the bouquet, picked up the letter paper under the small basket, and spread it out to read.

Content, um...

'Don't be angry about the Royal Garden. I know you like roses. There are no roses in the palace for the time being. Roses will take my place for the time being. Just wait for me to come over in the evening. I love you. ’

Donor Huo has the same style as always, a little straight, a little awkward, and overall tends to be concise and straightforward.

But it was so damn exciting to her that the tips of her ears even turned a suspicious red.

"cough."

Song Qing folded the letter paper along the creases and coughed slightly uncomfortably. It was nothing, it meant that he suddenly felt less sour.

Sure enough, the first priority in Huo's heart is still her, right? This thought just came to mind,

Song Qing raised her eyes and the sweetness on her brows was stagnant, her slender fingertips caressed her lower abdomen,

I was quite speechless about the unreasonable sourness and competition for favor just now, and I was jealous of my daughter.

I'm afraid she is the only one in the world. Suddenly, I felt guilty towards Fenduanzi.

"..."

Song Qing's eyes fell on the emerald green plums in the small basket, and she stretched out her hand without any psychological burden.

Well, eat a few more to satisfy Fanduanzi's craving. After all, she didn't like eating sour food before she got pregnant with Fanduanzi, so it was Fanduanzi who wanted to eat it.

Song Qing was really happy.

The concubines in the harem were different. Apart from the news that the emperor suddenly wanted to eat hot and sour food,

There is another incident that is also widely circulated in the harem, that is, I will be in the imperial garden after going to court.

The emperor lectured Yun Meiren for the sake of the priest, and said that someone from the palace saw it from a distance, which was absolutely true.

But if you ask which palace person it is, everyone looks at each other and no one can tell the reason.

Because of this news, the concubines who had just come to Wanyun Palace to pay their respects to the noble concubine,

They rushed back in unison, and now everyone was gathering in the hall to drink tea, and none of them looked very good.

"Sisters like us in the harem have a really hard life. They are just sisters fighting in their own backyard.

But we have to fight with an outsider like the priest. If we fight with an outsider, let’s fight with an outsider.

But this man is still the priest of our Great Abyss who is more powerful than one person among ten thousand people. Tell me what this is all about. "