Madam is a Superstar

"You two gentlemen, what are you?"

Nangongze's attitude towards the two people who suddenly appeared blocking the way was quite friendly.

The guard who was following him was not like that. He looked at the two of them with a cold face and looked at them with very unkind eyes.

"What are you doing? Why don't you show courtesy to the Third Prince?"

Song Qing stretched out his hand to stop Yuan'er who was about to step forward to say something, and looked straight past the guard.

Although he had a disguised face, he had no intention of hiding it. When he opened his mouth, he naturally used his original voice.

"The third prince bought so many persimmons, but he wants to entertain guests at the mansion?"

The guards have followed Nangongze year after year, and of course they recognized the voice of the current empress.

He was stunned for a moment, and then quickly took back the unsheathed sword that was blocking the way between the master and the servant.

"Belongs to..."

Song Qing spoke in time, "Forget it, I'm dressed like this so that no one can recognize me."

After saying that, she looked at Nangongze and waited for an answer. After all, her purpose of coming was the persimmons behind the two of them.

The two people's conversation was neither too loud nor too quiet, and could be heard by several people selling persimmon cakes nearby in the alley.

Originally, he was cleaning up the stall and preparing to send the persimmon cakes to the third prince's house. At this moment, the packing movements on his hands stopped.

One by one, Song Qing looked curiously at Song Qing, who looked like a man but sounded like a woman. Although it was not unusual for a talented person in the world to be able to disguise himself and imitate other people's voices,

But ordinary people like them don't have many opportunities to see each other, so why don't they take a few more glances?

Nangong Ze did not ignore the movement behind him. He smiled warmly when he saw the eldest emperor's sister-in-law who was disguised as a man.

"There are no guests in the house. It's not appropriate to stand here and talk in the cold weather. There is a teahouse opposite. How about going over and sitting down and having a cup of tea?"

Song Qing had no reason to refuse, and a bunch of persimmon cakes in the alley were delivered to the third prince's house first.

The waiter in the teahouse watched as the two young men who had just been sent away not only left and returned, but also brought the third prince with them.

I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Fortunately, after working as a waiter for a long time, I was smart and quickly invited the four people in respectfully.

It is still the original Tianzihao Yajian,

"Third Prince and the three guests are really sorry. There are few helpers in the shop. The younger one was just busy serving tea to the guests downstairs.

I haven't even had time to clear the tea table yet, so I have to trouble you four to sit down for a while. I'll clear it now and the tea will be served soon. I'm really sorry. "

The waiter was in a panic. It turned out that the customers who came to their store were all people living nearby.

It's really unusual to have an elegant room with a Tianzi name, so I didn't rush to clean it up.

"It doesn't matter."

"Not urgent."

The former is like a refreshing spring breeze, while the latter is full of careless laziness.

Yuan'er was listening, feeling that the Third Prince's voice sounded more approachable.

My mother-in-law always spoke in a cold and cold manner, with a subtle sense of distance, which was different from the emperor.

Tea will be served soon,

The refreshing aroma of tea lingered in the air, and the two or three sentences of greetings were just finished before getting straight to the point.

"I collected those persimmons and wanted to do my best to help those people, but the emperor's sister-in-law... why?"

After all, Nangongze was out of curiosity. According to the royal brother's favor of disbanding the harem for the emperor's wife,

If the emperor's sister-in-law really wanted to eat, why would she need to go out of the palace to look for it herself? It was such a coincidence that she came across these things he bought.

Thinking about this,

The palms under the wide sleeves of Nangongze's white robe paused for a moment, like a tall and tall pine tree.

The cold-faced guard who stood motionless behind his master tightened his grip on his sword.

"Deng." The tea cup was quietly placed on the table.

Song Qing had a stunning face and a half-hearted smile, but she still explained her purpose straight to the point.

"I did something I shouldn't have done in the past two days. The Third Prince also knows that I am a priest.

There are many things you can do but I can't. This didn't happen last night. Retribution nightmares come one after another.

Today, I quickly calculated a hexagram and left the palace to look for opportunities, accumulate virtue and do good deeds to make up for it and eliminate this evil obstacle.

The hexagram pointed to the end of West Street. I didn’t expect to meet the Third Prince here.

I didn’t even expect that I was going to buy these persimmons. The third prince paid for them in advance.

Then Yuan'er and Yuan'er hurried down to the teahouse to block the prince's way, and said this shamelessly. "

In one passage, Song Qing spoke calmly and calmly, and his words and deeds were not the slightest difference from those just before.

Nangongze's palms were loose and untouched under his wide sleeves. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip to moisten his throat.

When I put it down again, the last trace of inexplicable emotion disappeared from the depths of those peach blossom eyes that were indifferent to fame and wealth.

"There is such a thing. In this case, the emperor's sister-in-law can just take those persimmons back to the palace.

The emperor's sister-in-law may have brought people or a carriage when she left the palace this time. There are a lot of persimmons. If the emperor's sister-in-law is not in a hurry,

I will ask the people in the house to send the Queen's Wife to the palace later. Does the Queen's Wife think this decision is feasible? "

The teacup in Song Qing’s hand was a pot of strong tea that she specially ordered. She loved strong liquor and Nangong Yu loved strong tea.

Nowadays, you can’t drink strong tea, but you can have a sip. It’s just one cup and don’t overdo it.

Looking at Nangongze, who had received the unexpected reward from leaving the palace, he smiled and politely declined.

"There is no need to trouble the people in the third prince's house to make another trip. There are carriages and people."

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At the end of three quarters,

Two carriages with plain and unremarkable appearance approached the palace gate one behind the other.

Yuan'er was heartless, driving the carriage because she had eaten enough of her favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake and was enjoying herself.

The carriage behind, which contained a bunch of persimmons, was driven by Emperor Ying, who was dressed as a commoner with a crew cut.

The two carriages are specially made. They look ordinary and low-key on the outside, but they are very comfortable on the inside.

After all, Nangong Yu ordered the craftsmen in the palace to work overtime overnight to make it.

The hidden place is engraved with the symbols of the Nangong royal family. The guard at the entrance of the palace inspects the door and the road, and waves his hand with a loud voice.

"Let go!"

However, seeing Yuan'er's face change again, I couldn't help but remark in my heart that the Queen is really good at playing.

The wheels of the chariot were turning and just as they were about to continue heading towards the palace gate, they saw another palace gate.

A carriage with a jeweled roof came out. The logo on the carriage was conspicuous: it was the residence of the Fifth Prince.

The person who opened the car curtain was Nangong Haitang, and sitting next to her was a gorgeous beauty.

"I have met the princess and the soft-yin girl."

"Let go!"

Following the guard's release sound, the carriage engraved with the emblem of the Fifth Prince's Palace left the palace gate.

Passing by the carriage driven by Yuan'er across a palace wall, the carriage passed through the palace gate.

Song Qing, who had closed her eyes to rest in the car, slowly opened her eyes because of the soft-voiced girl guarding her.

Her long, shiny fingers trembled uncontrollably. This name was so familiar that she was reluctant to recall it.

soft tone,

The legitimate daughter of the Minister of War, during the years when she decided to draw a clear line with Nangong Yu,

There was a time when I often heard that Nangong Yu and Rouyin cherished each other.

Just because one of them likes to play the piano and the other has superb piano skills, they can be compared to Bo Ya and Zhong Ziqi.