Madam is a Superstar

A widower?

Under the dim light of the lantern, surprise and suspicion flashed across Song Qing's beautiful and bold face.

If I remember correctly, this man rarely calls himself a widower in front of her. What happened tonight?

I want to think back,

Still obediently walked towards Nangong Yu who was a few steps away. When there was only one step left,

Then he stretched out his slender hand from the wide sleeve of the priest's robe and put it gently into the man's broad and dry palm.

"good."

In the night, the emperor's Adam's apple rolled as he spoke this brief word, and his big palm wrapped the woman's soft hand,

The force was a bit tight, but before Song Qing felt the pain and frowned, she had already loosened her grip and intertwined her fingers, tightly and firmly.

"Go back to the palace!"

After all, Eunuch De had been with the emperor for four years. After thinking about it, he understood why the emperor acted like this.

Seeing that the time was right, he pinched the heat and opened his mouth, and the two groups formed a longer group and walked back.

Because many palace people are there,

Song Qing also stopped teasing and asking questions. The celestial phenomena she observed tonight gave her some inspiration.

If you go back and think about it, you might be able to find an opportunity to find out the mystery hidden in those persimmons.

but……

His eyes moved downward, and finally fell on the hand held by Nangong Yu. How could Benefactor Huo hold his hand so tightly?

The night gets darker,

The huge Fengming Palace welcomed back its two masters, adding a lot of warmth for no reason.

In the bathing pool of the side hall, Song Qing's slender, shiny fingers were pierced through Nangong Yu's black hair.

"What's wrong? We just haven't seen each other for an afternoon, why are we missing each other so much?"

Seeing that the man holding him had strong arms around his waist that still showed no intention of letting go, he had no choice but to pat his broad shoulders.

"That's almost enough, Donor Huo. If you keep holding me like this, it's almost dawn. Are you still going to sleep? Besides, the water is going to be cold."

Nangong Yu opened his closed dark phoenix eyes, and instead of continuing to hold the woman like this, he picked her up steadily and walked out of the bathing pool.

Song Qing put her hands on Nangong Yu's neck and snuggled into the strong and warm chest with peace of mind, not worrying at all that she would fall.

After the couple returned from a trip to another world, they no longer had the habit of having people wait outside with their robes while bathing. Their feet fell on the carpet.

Out of habit, Song Qing reached out to get the towel, but let the people around her get the first step.

Next, he looked at the man who was serving him seriously step by step, and he was filled with doubts and confusion.

I've been suspicious since I started at the door of the priest's hall. What's going on tonight?

"Ta, ta, ta..."

Song Qing is sitting now. The wicker chair is covered with soft blankets and is very comfortable.

The tips of her nails were tapping on the armrest of the wicker chair, and she looked at the man who hadn't said a word since he came back, feeling very surprised.

"Donor Huo?"

He tentatively opened his mouth, but there was no response. All he saw was Nangong Yu's sexy and cold jawline.

"emperor?"

Then he tested it, but still received no response. Instead, he changed a towel and concentrated on gently wiping away the crystal clear water droplets on his long white legs.

It didn’t work twice in a row.

Song Qing simply took a break and then opened his mouth to get to the bottom of the matter. He was actually looking at the stars while in the Star Observation Tower.

The reason for taking the trouble to use blood as a sacrifice to spy on the secrets of heaven is not for anything else but to see if there will be any changes in the court next.

After all, I saw Nangong Ze discover something he had never discovered before. Donor Huo wanted to attack Dongchen.

There can no longer be a struggle in the abyss. Fortunately, the results of the prying are quite satisfactory.

There will be no other changes in the court, that is, Nangong Ze does not have the same rebellious intentions as Zhao Zhengqing.

As for Wu Shi's reaction, why she couldn't detect it was because she didn't have enough moral integrity.

He pinched his brows with a headache, and said that he should not listen to the old woman's words when he was using his teachings.

"Song Qing."

"Um?"

When her name was suddenly called, Song Qing subconsciously responded, looking into the abyss-like eyes just around the corner.

Only later did he realize that Nangong Yu had been so close to him at some point, and his long eyelashes were trembling.

Instead of retreating, she moved forward. Her red lips, which became even more delicate after bathing, came up to kiss the man's thin, clear lips.

Her beautiful eyes are filled with a bright smile, which makes the eye-catching tear mole at the end of her left eye even more charming and alluring.

"What do you want to tell me? Or is there something difficult to solve? You talk so little and still ignore me. Is there anything you can't tell me?

Don’t love it anymore? Still tired? If we were tired, we would go back to the dormitory to rest. I happened to be a little sleepy too. "

Although I woke up late in the morning, I couldn’t help but feel more and more sleepy since I made the dumplings.

I didn’t even take a nap during my trip inside and outside the palace, so I was really tired now.

Nangong Yu prides himself on his ability to see into people's hearts, but at this moment he cannot figure out the thoughts of his beloved woman.

The look of depression on the eyebrows is more than tired, and the high and straight bridge of the nose rubs against the straight tip of the nose.

"neither."

Saying this, I started to explore the rose-like vermilion lips little by little,

With patience and extreme tenderness, the kiss didn't last long before they pulled away.

Although the water in the bathing pool is still warm, the heat emitted by the wind keeps the inside of the temple from getting cold.

But it's definitely not warm. If you stay there for a long time, you can easily catch a cold.

The brightness of the night pearl in the bedroom is quickly annihilated,

Under the bed curtain,

Song Qing coaxed the man in her arms like a big child, her hands patiently running along the broad back, her voice was soft and charming,

"Can I speak now, Your Majesty?"

The last note rose with an obvious smile. She thought she was already squeamish enough.

But he never thought that Nangong Yu would one day be more delicate than himself. His long eyelashes slightly lowered his eyes,

Um,

Her Majesty the Queen's little sweetheart is a real person. If you really want the ministers in the court to see the emperor they admire like a god,

The little daughter-in-law in her arms now looks like she was bullied outside and went home to hide in her husband's arms to complain.

"Did you meet Haitang when you came back at noon?"

With a slightly hoarse sound, Song Qing's hand along his back stopped.

It's not that Rouyin suddenly lost her mood, but that she was thinking about the man in her arms like a needle in the sea.

so,

Are Nangong Yu's various anomalies tonight related to her meeting Nangong Haitang at the entrance of the palace and knowing about Rou Yin's entry into the palace?

"Song Qing, she and I have nothing to do with each other. There was nothing before and nothing now, and there will be nothing in the future."

A feather-like tingling kiss landed on Iris Qianxiang's shoulder and neck. Her greed for the taste of her beloved's marrow has never stopped.

"So it's good to stop being angry, and don't have thoughts of leaving me again in your heart."

He spent all his energy and shamelessly weaving a dragnet, and was able to make her return to him willingly.

No matter what, he will not allow anyone or anything to get involved and destroy the people he finally coaxed back after crossing a different world.

Song Qing, his wife.