Madam is a Superstar

Yun Meiren left, and the figure drifting away under the plum blossom oil-paper umbrella was too thin, as if the wind could blow this person away if the wind was stronger.

"Meow ow-"

Little Wuyun stared at Yun Meiren's back, with a barbed tongue and eyes glowing with a faint green light.

The body nestled in An An's nest is now bowed warily. If you observe carefully, you can see such a reaction.

The reaction was exactly the same as last night’s reaction to the palace maid and eunuch holding the questionable drink and tea in the banquet hall.

But obviously, Yun Mei and Mei Er brought nothing but an oil-paper umbrella.

"good."

Song Qing stroked the fur of the black dumpling in her arms with her slender jade fingers, looking at the maple trees passing by through the rain curtain.

Yun Meiren was thoughtful as she stepped out of the gate of the priest's palace. The little maid staying in the hall beside her,

After telling Yuan'er exactly what happened just now, Yuan'er immediately frowned.

Turning around, he happened to see Song Qing looking at the palace gate in a daze. He thought about it for a moment and walked over.

"Sir, are you concerned about what Little Master Yun said just now? In fact, you don't need to care.

Rumors are rumors, I believe that the emperor will soon post the imperial list and explain the whole matter to the people."

"no."

Song Qing withdrew his gaze and walked back to the study. Without explaining much, he calmed down and gave instructions casually.

"You will make a pot of refreshing tea later and deliver it yourself."

I'm tired in spring and tired in autumn, so I happen to have something I want to ask privately.

"Okay, sir."

Yuan'er agreed without thinking. Soon, she stepped steadily into the study with the brewed tea.

When noon passes and the autumn rain stops, every palace, every courtyard, every pavilion in the palace,

The wet rainwater dripped from the corners of the cornices, and the sky gradually became clearer.

The precious flowers and trees in the Royal Garden, which had been damaged by showers, slowly came back to life towards the sunlight that penetrated the clouds.

As for the rumors about the foolish king and monster outside the palace earlier this morning, they have now been calmed down a lot by the announcement of the emperor's list.

Longyin Palace,

When talking about imperial palaces, the first thing that comes to mind is the splendor and luxury.

However, there is always some discrepancy between reality and fantasy. At that time, the treasury was empty of valuable ornaments in the palace.

Those who were demolished by the emperor's order were sold off together, and the proceeds were used to pay for the army and to deal with floods in the south.

Nowadays, the treasury is full and the palace has been renovated, but the emperor has not been able to add valuable ornaments.

Up to now, the furnishings and ornaments in the palace are just some indispensable items.

It also made the huge palace feel particularly cold and empty, just like the emperor who was standing high in the cold and lonely with no one around.

In the palace,

Eunuch De held the whisk in his arm and rarely left his hand. He was waiting for the emperor to change his clothes as usual.

"Your Majesty, you are right. Not long after the imperial list was posted, the people under the Prime Minister took action. It was nothing more than sending people to emphasize your affair with the priest to the people.

The rumors that had suppressed the imperial list were stirred up again, causing people to have different opinions and discussions, shaking the people's hearts. "

"Leave it to him."

Nangong Yu's expression was dull, and his handsome face still showed the lingering fatigue that had just woken up between his eyebrows.

Wearing a black embroidered pine robe, with clear eyes, she straightened her wide sleeves and asked about the things that were always on her mind.

"What did the priest do all morning? What did the medical woman sent to check your pulse say? What's wrong with you?"

Eunuch De picked up the fly whisk he had put aside, patted his head after hearing the words, took a step back and bowed.

"Your Majesty, I forgive you. I forgot to tell you earlier that the priest declined the idea of ​​sending a medical girl to stay here.

The old slave couldn't help but asked the medical girl to go back to the hospital to wait. Your Majesty, what do you think about this...? "

Nangong Yu raised Xiangyun's wide sleeves and walked out slowly. Although he didn't say anything, Eunuch De knew clearly in his heart.

The emperor asked him to listen to the priest. A knowing smile appeared on the old face.

He hurriedly followed in the footsteps of the King of God and reported everything that happened in the priest's hall this morning.

When talking about Yun Meiren, I expected to see the emperor's lips pursed and his eyebrows raised in displeasure.

"When did my words of restraint cease to count?"

"Your Majesty, this Little Master Yun is not on that piece of paper, so the matter of the grounding, Little Master Yun, is naturally not included in it." Eunuch De explained truthfully,

The wind swept the sycamore leaves, and Nangong Yu's eyes were as cold as the late autumn wind, and his words were ruthless, "I am talking about the entire harem."

Virtue and public good fortune should be, "Promise."

…

When the sun was shining in the afternoon, Song Qing received a bouquet of flowers and letter paper from Di Ying while he was transcribing the silent writing.

It is still carefully tied with a dragon pattern silk handkerchief, but this time it is not a temporary rose flower.

Instead, there are thirty red roses with a fiery color. The letter paper is not much different from the last time.

Song Qing opened it and read it, and the content was unexpectedly romantic: My name has thirty strokes, so I will send thirty roses to Qing Qing.

Well, she likes Huo Donator’s earthy love words,

Song Qing gave seventeen flowers in return. The meaning was self-explanatory. It was still the Emperor Ying who made friends and sent them back.

Emperor Shadow: "..."

He didn't understand why he, a man who lived for the emperor and would die for the emperor, was often used as a messenger pigeon recently.

In a blink of an eye, night falls,

The night was as thick as ink, and the palace lanterns were brightly lit until late at night and then went out again.

From the dazzling intertwining bright stars to a few scattered lights,

"Creak-"

The one who is supposed to come has arrived, falling into the broad and lingering arms of ambergris, and even if it is a deep kiss as usual,

After a kiss, Song Qing stopped the man who was about to lift her up and walk to the bed in time.

He couldn't help laughing when he met the distant eyes, and stretched out his hand to pat Nangong Yu's rock-hard chest,

"Go somewhere with me. When you come back, I can kiss you again if you want. Soon."

Nangong Yu looked out the window at the pitch-black sky and raised his eyebrows, "It's very late. Where do you want to go?"

"You'll know once you go there."

Song Qing's smile faded a little, not knowing how to describe what she saw to Benefactor Huo.

After half a cup of tea,

The couple appeared in the pear courtyard where Yun Meiren lived. The beauty's status was really not high.

There were only two palace attendants on night duty in the courtyard, so there was no need to bother pressing their acupuncture points.

Because the two palace ladies were leaning against the door of the room, their necks tucked into the coats they wore in autumn, and they were sleeping soundly.

"Tsk."

Song Qing clicked his tongue softly, and just in case, he went over and tapped the two people's mute points to make them sleep deeper.

Then he pulled Nangong Yu, who was frowning, and walked straight to the study room he spied on.

As for Yun Meiren inside the house, if she wakes up, someone will take care of it, so they don't need to worry about it.

After entering, I took out the small luminous pearl that I had brought over. The slightly faint light could vaguely see the scene in the study.

The glimpsed picture is far from the visual impact of actually seeing it.

Song Qing looked at the scrolls all over the room, her red lips slightly pursed and she remained silent for a moment, looking at the pictures on the table.

Move to the pictures thrown on the ground, bend down, and pick up one of them. There are flowers and trees in the paintings.

Everything that happened overlapped with the memories in my mind, except of course that the heroine was not her.

"Your Majesty, does it look familiar?"

Song Qing poked Nangong Yu's arm with the scroll in his hand and handed the painting over.

Interesting and joking words blurted out. After all, these happened before the two of them left the other world.

Both of them had almost forgotten it, but someone remembered it so clearly for them and preserved it in the form of a painting.