Madam is a Superstar

There was silence in the hall for a long time, and no one took the initiative to speak during nearly half a cup of tea.

If you ask whether you think about it, of course you do. Who would want to stay in the palace day after day and wait?

But the imperial concubine didn't say anything. How could they, those of low status, dare to be the ones in the spotlight?

Xuan Zhaoyi is not in a hurry, she has nothing to lose if the left and right become the best.

What's more, in this huge harem, she didn't believe that there wasn't anyone who hated the priest.

"Yan'er."

Zhao Wanrou's voice made all the concubines below them suddenly look over.

Although his face was well concealed, he could not hide the surprise that overflowed from the corners of his eyes and brows.

"My slave is here." The palace maid responded respectfully, lowering her head calmly and waiting for her master's instructions.

"Go and get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Zhao Wanrou opened her mouth and ordered, then her eyes swept over the concubines one by one.

"Does any of my sisters have any objections? If so, I will ask Yan'er to step aside and this matter will be dropped."

"Concubine..."

Immediately, a concubine showed a smile and was about to answer, but Zhao Wanrou raised her hand to signal to calm down, and said with a decent smile,

"Sister, don't be in a hurry. It won't be too late to agree after hearing what I have to say."

"Yes, sister." The concubine swallowed the words that came to her mouth, but the joy in her eyes could not stop.

Zhao Wanrou's eyes shifted from the concubine who was speaking to the other concubines, and fell sharply on a few concubines with hesitant expressions on their faces.

"If any sister is unwilling, I and other sisters who are willing will not force it.

But in the future, don’t come to me and cry about the priests. When you go back now, you should keep your mouth shut.

Also be careful with the mouths of the palace people around you. If you tell the emperor or the queen mother or the priest about this matter,

We may receive temporary reward and protection, but they will not last long. The sisters' days in the palace are still long. "

The last sentence is a reminder and a veiled warning.

"Sister, concubine, concubine is willing."

The first person to speak was a concubine who was being looked at by Zhao Wanrou. She had her head buried like a quail.

Knowing that he was being watched by the noble concubine on the throne, his scalp was numb and tight. As soon as he raised his head, he happened to catch Zhao Wanrou's eyes.

My heart and liver were trembling, no matter how many worries I had, they were all washed away by fear. How could I not agree?

"Sister, the concubines and concubines are also willing."

"Yes, yes, the concubines are all willing."

Birds of a feather flock together, and there are many small groups in the harem that hug each other for warmth.

The concubine then spoke, and the timid concubines also followed suit.

"whispering sound."

Xuan Zhaoyi rolled her eyes and lifted the tea lid with her orchid fingers. She was most disdainful of these timid things that couldn't stand on the table.

The good concubine frowned and said nothing. She lowered her head and sipped the tea in silence. The satisfaction on her face could not be deceived.

Zhao Wanrou sat in the main seat, taking in the changes in the expressions of the people below her, and said warmly,

"In that case, Yan'er, please lead someone to bring up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

…

It was almost noon when Song Qing returned to sleep and woke up, her beautiful sleepy eyes were still half-open.

My eyelids couldn't stop twitching, which was obviously not a good sign.

She looked at the top of the bed curtain and tugged at the corner of her mouth. So, her posture when she woke up was wrong, right?

"Hey, it's almost noon, why haven't you woke up, Lord Priest? The soup in the casserole is all good, little rich man, how about..."

"Yuan'er, please don't harm our family. We don't have as much internal strength as you. We won't be able to get up even if we hit the board twice."

"Is it that exaggerated? Just..."

"Squeak."

Song Qing opened the door of the carved house and saw Yuan'er squatting under the steps of the corridor with his face propped up, and Xiao Caizi who was so bored that he was pulling weeds.

Hearing the movement behind them, both of them looked over. When they saw Song Qing waking up, their eyes immediately lit up.

Yuan'er no longer held up her round face. Xiao Caizi got up and stepped on the steps first.

"Sir, the pork rib soup is almost ready and the shrimp is ready, you have to get up!"

Song Qing was a bit amused and couldn't help but reach out and pinch the little girl's tender cheeks.

"Well, let someone get some water. I want to wash up."

"My slave will be back soon!" After saying this, the little girl ran away like the wind.

The lunch was very sumptuous. After becoming pregnant with rice dumplings, Song Qing's appetite was much larger than before.

In addition, after eating a lot of green plums, my appetite was greatly increased. I ate two bowls of rice alone, not to mention a full bowl of soup.

The palace people in the dining hall were stunned for a moment. When did your Excellency have such a good appetite?

It was mid-to-late October, and even though it was noon, I couldn’t feel much warmth.

It was still too dark to see the stars, so Song Qing went to the royal library alone.

I plan to look through the notes left by the priests of the past generations. It will take ten days and a half for the little old lady to come back.

In such a huge palace, she couldn't find anyone to ask for advice even if she wanted to.

Coincidentally,

When Song Qing saw Eunuch De from a distance leading the emperor's guard of honor waiting at the door of the library, one can imagine his surprise.

However, Eunuch De couldn't hide his joy and came forward, "Old slave, see the priest.

The priest came to the library at this time, but what difficulties did he encounter in finding the notes? "

Quite a redundant nonsense.

Although Song Qing felt amused, she didn't show it. She nodded slightly and then frowned as she glanced past the ceremonial guard.

After standing there and thinking for a while, a charming and charming face appeared, and he entered the library under the attention of several people.

The library has five floors.

The books collected in the pavilion include various classics, historian records,

The far-reaching poems, songs, and poems from literati and poets, etc... The folk customs of Dayuan are open, so there are also many books from other countries.

People are divided into three, six, and nine grades of books, and the books on the upper floors are more precious. There are also dedicated people on each floor who are responsible for guarding these books.

"Sir, stop."

Song Qing went all the way to the top floor. When he reached the third step, he was stopped by the clerk in charge.

The top floor has always been owned by the emperor, and anyone who steps in without permission will be shot.

Song Qing was not surprised. He took back his feet that were about to continue walking up the steps but did not turn around and leave.

When the scribe frowned, the emperor's figure appeared and said something to the scribe.

When the clerk looked at Song Qing again, his face was astonished. His brows were loosened and his figure retreated to the left.

"It's offensive, my lord. Please excuse me."

Song Qing stepped up the steps. Not only did he have to be sneaky in the middle of the night to see Benefactor Huo,

It’s really annoying to have to go through the days of passing the rules one after another. In fact, these are nothing.

What troubled her the most was the fact that her name was not right, even though she and Master Huo Shi were legally married in another world,

But another world is a different world, and the abyss is a abyss, but there is no way. The worries will return to the worries.

From the moment she chose to still love this man after she came back, there was nothing to complain about.

"Um?"

He was so absorbed in thinking that he didn't realize that Nangong Yu had walked down the steps and came to him at some point.

Unexpectedly, he was picked up horizontally, but he had long been used to it. Two soft and boneless arms clung to his broad shoulders.

With her face nestled against her chest, she greedily sniffed the crisp ambergris lingering on the tip of her nose.

"Why are you down?"