Madam is a Superstar

"Um."

Facing all the ministers present, Nangong Yu's expression was obviously much calmer than in the court.

His broad back rested leisurely on the nanmu seat, with a few rays of morning light falling on his shoulders.

The whole person seemed to be shrouded in holy light, making him look more and more like the Nine Heavens God.

Shangguan Hong relaxed his brows and did not ask any more questions. Since he answered in the affirmative, he confirmed what he was thinking. He nodded and picked up the tea cup again.

Even though the monarch and his ministers understood, there were still people who didn't understand, so they felt a little anxious when they saw them playing riddles.

"Your Majesty, I am afraid that if you do something like this, the Prime Minister and his party will jump over the wall."

Others followed closely and echoed,

"Yes, Your Majesty, those rumors among the people today are the work of the Prime Minister and others. I'm afraid they can no longer hold it in any longer."

The refreshing incense swirling around the gilt incense burner, together with the refreshing fragrance of tea in the house, penetrates into people's noses, refreshing people's chaotic spirits.

Nangong Yu stopped stroking Xuanyu's finger, and his strong and majestic body broke away from the back of the golden nanmu chair.

Picking up the teacup in his hand, a pair of narrow and sharp eyes lowered as he drank the tea,

"I am not afraid that he will jump over the wall, but I am afraid that he will not jump."

The people present were all smart people. After hearing this, they communicated with each other and quickly understood the meaning of the emperor's words.

There was a minister who was about to say something but stopped, swallowed the words back, and cast a questioning look at Shangguan Hong, who was sitting as steady as a mountain.

It's a pity that the old god Shangguan Hong was drinking tea on the ground, glowing with glory, and didn't even show his peripheral vision. He seemed to be in a good mood.

The minister had no choice but to carefully cast his gaze at the emperor at the head of the list, and tentatively said, "What the emperor means is..."

Nangong Yu didn't answer. He put down the tea cup and looked at the ministers, but he was silent.

The ministers were at a loss for words and then couldn't hold back their excitement. This day has finally come!

Shangguan Hong thought more than other ministers and thought further, "Your Majesty, when I return, I will secretly send troops and horses to the palace to protect you, the Queen Mother and the priests."

Nangong Yu raised his hand to object and raised his lips, "There is no need to scare the snake. The people in the palace have their own plans. During this period, pay attention to the movements inside and outside the city of Kyoto. Close the door and beat the dog."

It was rare for an emperor to utter the words "Close the door and beat the dog". The ministers had no time to be surprised before they were dissuaded by the unnecessary shock in the words.

"Your Majesty, you must not joke with your safety."

"Yes, Your Majesty, the dragon body is the most important thing!"

"..."

Ministers, every word you say to me can be said to be sincere and heartfelt. Even if your mouth is dry, you haven't seen the emperor speak.

You look at me and I look at you. There is a difference between the monarch and his subjects. It is not easy to see the emperor’s reaction openly.

I have no choice but to pretend to pick up the tea cup and peek at the main seat with my peripheral vision.

Fortunately, if I didn't take a look, I would be stunned. I only saw the emperor who was used to not showing his joy or anger in front of them.

Now there was a soft and obvious smile mark between the eyebrows. While they were stunned, they suddenly spoke,

"I know it well. The general and all my dear friends don't need to worry. I cherish my life very much."

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the ministers left one after another holding oil-paper umbrellas.

Eunuch De watched the group leave with a smile, looked at the few veterans of the former court in the rain, squeezed the handle of the fly whisk,

He retracted his eyes, shook his head and sighed softly. Loyal ministers are rare. Loyal ministers who remain true to their original intentions despite the passage of time are even rarer.

Regardless of whether it is the Prime Minister or the Zhao family, they are all blinded by the status, power and wealth they have gained over the years.

It's okay to be confused. You shouldn't forget who gave them their current power, status, glory and wealth.

There are many national affairs,

The ministers have left, but there are still piles of memorials waiting for Nangong Yu's approval.

Waves of cool wind blowing, together with the rain that keeps pouring down and down from all over the world, dissipate the last bit of autumn heat.

The wind blew from the royal study to the priest's hall, rustling the red maple tree at the entrance of the palace.

"Meow——~"

It was windy and rainy outside the window lattice. Little Dark Cloud stretched out and slowly got up and walked over to rub his master's hand, asking for a touch~

The originally blank booklet on Song Qing's desk could only be filled with a few pages, and dipping the brush with ink was not as convenient as a ballpoint pen from another world.

She has never been very patient, but fortunately this rainy day somehow made her feel more at ease. She put the pen on the inkstone and started to follow the hair of the dark clouds.

Just as a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by rolling thunder, I rubbed the flesh of the back of the little guy's neck and talked to himself,

"I don't know where my grandparents and little old lady are now."

Riding a carriage on a rainy day is not a wonderful thing, I couldn’t help but sigh,

It would be great if her Ferrari could follow her, or if not the donor's car, it would be great. Unfortunately, I can only think about these.

"Meow-~"

Little Wuyun patted Song Qing's wrist with his tail comfortingly, like a very considerate little cotton-padded jacket.

"Button."

The door of the carved house was clicked softly. It was Xiaocaizi. Xiaocaizi smiled stupidly at the person and the cat, and then talked about business happily.

"Sir, Yun Meiren is outside asking for an audience."

Beauty Yun?

Song Qing raised her eyebrows, and did not stop playing with the cat, nor did she mean to get up, "Aren't they all grounded? Where did Yun Meiren come from?"

If she didn't have to, she didn't really want to deal with the concubines in the harem, so why bother wasting each other's time and mood?

"Sir, it's like this. The piece of paper that Commander Guo found from the imperial concubine's palace did not have Yun Meiren's name on it."

Xiao Caizi quickly explained, then scratched his head and added,

"This is what Miss Yun told this servant. Sir, are you going to see me...or not?"

Xiao Caizi felt a little regretful. How could he be so stupid? He knew that adults didn't like to meet the ladies in the harem.

I came here to inform you, if I had known, I would have told Yun Meiren that you were resting.

Everyone in the palace knows that adults don't like to be disturbed when they are resting.

"See you. It's raining so hard and you came here specially to see me. If you don't see me, it doesn't mean that I am mean and arrogant."

Song Qing stood up from her seat and took the lead to step out of the study room threshold. The smell of rain and coolness hit her face.

Making the already stable mind become even calmer, a small dark cloud jumped down from the desk flexibly,

It walked behind its owner with its slender tail raised high.

"grown ups."

"grown ups."

Walking along the corridor, the palace maids and eunuchs passing by saluted and greeted them as usual.

Song Qinghu's tall and slender blue figure headed straight towards the hall.

On the other hand, Little Dark Cloud was wagging its tail from side to side, holding its head high and walking in the middle of the corridor.

The palace people greeted her with a meow, not to mention how majestic she looked.

"Concubine, please see the priest."

The familiar voice and the not-unfamiliar face let Song Qing know that the person who stopped him in the Imperial Garden was Yun Meiren from the palace.

"sit down."

Song Qing's attitude was more cold and polite like that of a great master. To people like Yun Meiren,

Without actively provoking her, she can't be said to be annoying, but she definitely can't like him.