Madam is a Superstar

“There are so many sisters in the harem, it’s really rare to have your name written down on a piece of paper in your own hand.

My concubine felt happy when she saw it, so she asked Xing'er to put it away and let her live. She never thought..."

Zhao Wanrou didn't say any more. She twirled her handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes before speaking again. Her voice was already sixty-seven sure to be just right and sad.

"Your Majesty, although the concubines are in the palace all the year round, they also know that the priest is very important to the country, no matter how they feel..."

Zhao Wanrou raised her face with red eyes and looked at Nangong Yu, bit her lip hesitantly, and then said the rest of her words as if she had made up her mind,

"No matter how jealous the concubines are of the priest, they will never harm the priest in such a despicable manner."

Everyone knew about the entanglement between the emperor and the priests, but no one had ever pierced the window paper.

The reason why the previous dynasty didn't want to expose it was because one was an emperor and the other was a priest. No matter which one was important to Dayuan,

The reason why the harem is not exposed is because they are afraid that if the relationship is exposed, the relationship between the two will get closer without this layer of window paper.

But in this situation, Zhao Wanrou used it just right.

The emperor went to war for the priest tonight, perhaps the relationship between the two was no longer what it seemed.

"Your Majesty, I think what the imperial concubine said is quite right. The priest is an important minister of my great Yuan. How could the concubines harm the priest?"

Zhao Zhengqing stood up from his seat at the right time, and the Minister of Rites and several other civil servants agreed.

Concubine Liang and Xuan Zhaoyi looked at each other, then stood up with the remaining concubines, and together with Zhao Wanrou, they sobbed and complained about their grievances.

The Bihai envoy weighed the pros and cons, but finally did not stand up to help. Firstly, he had no position, and secondly, he had to consider Bihai first.

For a moment, the only sounds left in the banquet hall were the voices of the ministers and the sobbing of the concubines.

Nangong Yu did not interrupt, his indifferent eyes looked down at the group of ministers headed by Zhao Zhengqing, his pale thin lips parted lightly,

"I originally thought that this matter had nothing to do with the previous dynasty, but now it seems that the Prime Minister and the intercessors are also involved.

If no evidence can be found, then they will all be punished. I might as well give an explanation to the priest. What do the noble concubine and the prime minister think? "

The emperor's words made everyone present change their expressions. Is the emperor going to ignore right and wrong for the sake of the priest? Will he become a foolish king?

Zhao Zhengqing raised his head and glanced at the high-ranking emperor, with a look of disappointment on his face. He sighed and bowed,

"If this can calm the emperor's anger and give an explanation to the priest, I am willing to accept the punishment."

Although the Minister of Rites and other ministers did not understand why the Prime Minister suddenly changed his words, they immediately agreed.

"I am willing to accept my punishment."

As if the king wants his subjects to die, they must die. Nangong Yu sneered,

"very good."

…

Dark clouds obscured the bright moon, and there were no twinkling stars. Only the dim and dim palace lanterns provided a little light.

It was quiet around the priest's hall. The palace people had already taken a rest. In the main room,

Little Dark Cloud has fallen asleep in his master's arms, without any of the defensiveness he had in Persia.

Song Qing was wearing a cloak, supporting her chin with one hand and glancing at the window from time to time.

I can't tell exactly what it feels like. Although there is more loss than worry,

Donor Huo ordered people to search the harem tonight. It can be said that he did not give any face to the ministers who sent his daughter to the palace.

Although it was understandable given her status as a priest, who was of vital importance to the country, it was somewhat unjustifiable.

"Creak..."

It seemed like the extremely slight wind was causing the movement in the window. Hearing the sound and looking around,

Nangong Yu's tall and majestic figure has appeared in the house, bringing with him a few chills in the late autumn night.

"Meow?"

The perception of animals is always sharper than that of humans. Little Dark Cloud shook its dark ears,

Twisting his body, he half-opened one eye and looked at the person who visited his master and his house in the middle of the night.

Seeing that it was a nasty smelly male, he propped himself up and jumped down, returning to the soft nest prepared by Yuan'er in a few seconds.

I stretched my body and rubbed it again. I felt that my sleeping position was comfortable, so I closed my eyes again and continued to sleep.

Nangong Yu took off his cloak and put it aside, and took the woman walking towards him into his arms.

He lowered his head to kiss the soft red lips, picked him up and walked to the bed before asking,

"Why is the cat not hostile to me anymore?"

The voice is smooth and low, and it is as reassuring as ever to people's ears.

Song Qing didn't answer immediately. She reached out and lowered the bed curtain back into the man's warm and spacious arms.

Hugging her narrow waist and snuggling up like a cat, her long, shiny fingers slipped into her big palms and interlocked them tightly.

She felt satisfied and then answered, it was also her own guess,

"Maybe he noticed that I was pregnant with Fendanzi, so he was very careful when sleeping in my arms.

Why are you so late? Is the matter handled smoothly? I heard that you overturned the Long Case.

In fact, there is no need to be so angry. I haven’t drank either. If I search the harem again, the Prime Minister’s side..."

Song Qing played with Nangong Yuxiu's straight and well-proportioned fingers while talking to herself,

She didn't notice the man's eyes getting darker and darker until he was covered with a tender and tender kiss.

Blocked by the bed curtain, the dim yellow warm candle light in the room became weaker and weaker.

Although she was a little confused by the unexpected deep kiss, it did not affect her from giving the same response.

After all, I still don’t know how tonight’s matter will be handled in the end and what will happen next.

I'm afraid that it will become more and more difficult to spend time alone in the future. After all, when I was in the Royal Garden with Wu Yun,

I wanted to go to the donor Huo, but considering the various feelings of having to stop and come back, and the wait I had to look out the window before,

The apex of my heart was sour and fermented, and I was still a bit sensitive with the dumplings in my heart.

Just one kiss,

A strong wind blew out from the bed curtain, and the candlelight swaying slightly in the wind was quietly extinguished, and the room fell into darkness.

Under the bed curtain, Nangong Yu's palms were soothing along the thin back of the person in his arms. It was more like coaxing the child than comforting.

"I couldn't find anything in the harem. I've banned all of them. No one will stand in your way anymore.

You don’t have to go to court these days. You don’t need to cover up what you want to eat in the imperial kitchen. If you feel sleepy at night, just go to bed first and don’t wait for me.

I will take care of them all within seven days at the latest, and then take you to Longyin Palace, and then tell the world to prepare for the queen sealing ceremony. "

Each word was smooth and powerful, but it gave Song Qing an illusion of being unreal. He raised his eyes and met each other, still asking subconsciously,

"What?"

Within seven days? After sealing, grand ceremony?

The restrained arrogance in her beautiful eyes made Nangong Yu's eyes darken and darken.

He held up the catkins with his generous palms, and kissed his fingertips bit by bit with his pursed lips, his throat was hoarse,

"I've made you and your children suffer during this period, and I almost made you hurt tonight. It's because of my incompetence as a husband and father. Song Qing, I'm sorry."

The apology was too solemn. After Song Qing calmed down, her heart felt astringent. The corners of her eyes turned red and she hugged the man back. Her lazy voice was muffled.

"Donor Huo is so stupid. There is no such thing as grievance or grievance."