Madam is a Superstar

Song Qing held up the enlarged version of Lai's handsome face, looked at it, and couldn't help laughing.

"When did I get angry, and when did I start thinking about leaving you?"

He could see his master and the two elders right away. Wuyun was recovering well from his injuries. Although he knew Rouyin had entered the palace,

At that time, I felt a little uncomfortable feeling of grudge in my heart, but after thinking about it, I quickly felt relieved.

Why didn't she, the person involved, take this matter to heart, but this man was thinking about it?

Nangong Yu's long, narrow, dark phoenix eyes were deep and deep, as if he wanted to see through the woman's thoughts through the beautiful eyes in front of him.

"If you are not angry, how can you change the phoenix robe back to the priest's robe?"

The question was too focused and solemn, and those who didn’t know thought they were examining the prisoner.

Song Qing pinched the man's ear without politeness, her eyes were full of smiles and her hands were not soft at all.

"I am observing the sky tonight in pursuit of a sense of ritual solemnity, but Huo Donor, please,

Where has the calmness and restraint gone? Could it be that being so nervous is because of a guilty conscience? "

Before Nangong Yu could answer, he looked at Song Qing's eyes with a relaxed smile and took a few breaths to confirm something.

The jaw that had been tense from beginning to end was relaxed, and the slender fingertips in the palm of the hand were held and kissed on the thin lips.

"No, I'm afraid you'll have random thoughts while you're pregnant with the child."

The strong and strong arms grasped the waist, and in a moment of turning sideways, the two people's positions had been exchanged.

Song Qing felt that many times in front of Nangong Yu, he was just like a large weightless humanoid puppet.

No matter in the other world or in the Great Abyss, she is a little over 1.7 meters tall. Among women, she can barely be considered tall.

Why do you always feel so invisible when you are in front of your man? If you move your long legs,

Then he moved off Nangong Yu and lay down on the bed. He rolled his eyes gracefully when facing the questioning gaze.

"This position is uncomfortable to lean on. If you don't think it's too stressful, I think it's too uncomfortable.

I'm pregnant with Fendanzi. Don't tell me that you, the father, have forgotten your daughter. "

"I haven't forgotten."

A deep laugh escaped from Nangong Yu's throat, and he touched his slightly bulging belly with his big palm, coaxing his unborn daughter.

"Silly."

Song Qing laughed angrily. It would be a lie to say that Rouyin didn't feel any discomfort at all.

It is true that this man can put himself in her perspective and take the initiative to explain how sweet he is and is considerate of her.

Without saying anything else, he talked about meeting Nangongze at noon and the hexagrams he had just calculated using blood as a sacrifice.

"You said that since he has no intention of rebellion, why did he react like that?"

She was not surprised when Bu calculated that Nangongze had no intention of rebellion. She was really surprised when she noticed something strange about Nangongze at noon.

Who knows that the third prince is indifferent to fame and wealth, and has never participated in the whirlpool of fighting for the throne?

Although he is still in Kyoto, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an idle prince. Nangong Yu once mentioned that he should participate in the morning court.

But she was politely rejected by Nangong Ze. Compared with her, a great stickman who was lazy and lazy in the court,

The word "otherworldly" is more suitable for her, so she was puzzled by Noon's reaction.

"Qingqing also sat down with him in the teahouse to drink tea and taste osmanthus cake?"

Nangong Yu narrowed his eyes. He already had the answer in his heart but did not speak. He moved up with his big palm uneasily.

Although the movements are punitive, they are gentle, as if they don't know that this will be more painful.

"?"

Song Qing cast a warning glance at the man out of the corner of her eye, recalling the past three months of facing the rich imperial dragon energy.

You can see and touch the heart-breaking journey that you can’t eat, especially the frame after frame of last night’s heart attack.

For a moment, her beautiful eyes glanced down with resentment, and the feet covered under the warm quilt cooperated to push the man next to her out.

"Take it away, go away, stay away from me every night from now on..."

The words stopped abruptly here, just because I remembered that the weather was getting colder and colder and winter was officially coming.

There is no reason to rush out the big heater that is constantly flowing. The words that come to my mouth are turned around, and the struggling feet are also withdrawn.

"Be more peaceful every night from now on, and don't touch me without my permission. Otherwise, I will go back to your Dragon Song Palace to sleep.

Even though I know I can't do it now, I still seduce me with damn men every night. I really don't know what to say. "

The night gets deeper,

Nangong Yu was very obedient and did not move his hands, feet or mouth.

…

The next day,

In the study room of Fengming Palace, Song Qing was just a lazy and sleepy cat lying on his side on the soft red sandalwood couch.

The Empress of the Palace wore a floor-length peony dress that showed off her graceful figure.

The dark clouds that curled up into a docile nest in her arms now raised their dark little heads,

Looking up to the sky and yawning, Song Qing took in the little guy's actions with her half-opened and half-closed beautiful eyes.

Then he was assimilated in a very hopeless manner. He covered his face with his hands, tears welled up in his eyes, and he also yawned.

This side of the sandalwood table,

Nangong Yu closed the last booklet, stood up and sat down beside the soft rosewood couch.

Xiao Wuyun didn't even open his closed eyes, and only moved his nose, which was covered with black downy hair.

He knew that the approaching person was trying to steal the owner's hooves, so he shrank back to give up his position.

Nangong Yu was amused by the reaction of a cat who knew the current affairs. He stretched out his hand and placed his straight fingers on Song Qing's temples, massaging them with moderate force.

"Why are you still so sleepy, huh?"

After all, it was a memorial that I had been reviewing for a long time with my ink pen, and my fingers were somewhat stained with a cold feeling.

Song Qing was covered with a heating blanket. Such sudden skin contact,

The beautiful eyes that were suddenly fashionable and stained with sleepiness became somewhat clear. Facing the far-away eyes, the upward corners of the eyes became more provocative.

"Why am I so sleepy? Your Majesty has no idea?"

An emperor's laughter sounded in the study, and he did not refute his wife's accusation.

"A batch of military pay and food will be sent to the border in the next few days. If there is anything you want to send to Shangguan Yao, you can let them take it with them."

This sentence reminded Song Qing, and he got up from the soft red sandalwood couch and his sleepiness disappeared.

"Has there been any information recently to tell you about the unsaleable persimmon cakes of ordinary people?"

Yuan'er said yesterday that there are more than just Nanzhuang teahouses in Kyoto, so what she saw on West Street was probably just the tip of the iceberg.

"Well, Qingqing, do you have any good ideas?"

Nangong Yu pulled up the blanket. What happened at the emperor's feet was something that the ministers below could not hide even if they wanted to.

The Nanzhuang Teahouse was previously the property of the Zhao family, but now it is owned by the state treasury, and there is no way to pursue it even if you want to.

"How about in the name of the imperial court, the persimmons are purchased from the common people at a low price and sent to the border areas for the soldiers to eat as snacks?"

Seeing Nangong Yu looking at her, Song Qing coughed slightly uncomfortably. She was really thinking about it over and over again.

She didn't figure out what the mystery was in this persimmon cake. The inspiration she received last night seemed to just pass through her mind in a hurry.

She disappeared in an instant, and then she thought again that her desire to understand the mystery of the persimmon cake was just for her own virtue.

If you think of a way to get rid of the persimmons that the people can't sell, it should, maybe, probably... be considered a meritorious deed?