Madam is a Superstar

Although there is no one in the long corridor who might make Wu Yun react like this, there is no one else except Nangong Yu,

really,

In a short while, the luxurious carriage of the emperor drove towards this side at a gentle speed.

Eunuch De walked beside the carriage and was surprised to see Song Qing and his party standing in front of the palace gate.

Why did the flower viewing party in the imperial garden end so quickly? Could it be that something happened to the flower viewing party?

"Meow-"

Little Wuyun looked at the approaching carriage, his green eyes were somewhat resentful,

When the carriage stopped, the breath from the big pig's hooves came rushing towards him, Wu Yun turned to look at Song Qing,

He waved his black paws and meowed twice, then ran away with all four paws without looking back.

"Little fortune, go and follow. Wu Yun is probably going back to the priest's hall. If he can't find it, go to the priest's hall and wait."

Song Qing raised his chin slightly to Xiao Caizi and ordered in a low voice, although Wu Yun is a domesticated cat, he lives in the countryside, and he will not be able to stay in the palace every day.

"promise."

Xiao Caizi was very happy with the job, and after saluting the emperor who got off the carriage, he chased after the dark cloud.

"Tired?"

Nangong Yu kissed Song Qing's forehead with a warm and caring voice, and stretched out his arms around his waist to bring her to his side,

"It's not tiring if you're tired, what's so tiring sitting and watching them show off their talents?"

It’s okay not to mention this, but to mention this song full of connotations,

Song Qing rolled her eyes, there was a gentle song in front and a soft voice in the back, all because of this man's rotten love affair,

Nangong Yu heard that there was something in Song Qing's words and didn't ask any more questions. They stepped into the palace together to eat and bathe before asking.

Song Qing then told what happened at the flower viewing feast, and when he got to the point where he was angry, he grabbed the man's neck with both hands and opened his mouth to bite it off.

"One peach blossom after another, Huo Benefactor, it's really unfair."

Nangong Yu didn't dodge or dodge, letting the woman wrapped around her do whatever she wanted to do to her, her generous palms ran along her slender back like hairs,

"My fault, these banquets will be held less in the future. If you don't want to waste your energy and let the people below do the chores in the harem, you can just look over them."

This kind of answer is somewhat evasive, and the so-called cover-up is the truth.

Song Qing withdrew her hand, changed her posture, and after Nangong Yu sat firmly on her lap, she rubbed her handsome and noble face in revenge,

"Your Majesty, tell me, what happened between you and Rou Yin back then, how did you have such a beautiful talk like Boya Zhong Ziqi?"

Nangong Yuxiu's straight fingers evoked a strand of black hair that was entangled between the two of them just now,

"Qiu Lie praised her song in the royal hunting ground, and the rest is nothing. The so-called good talk is just exaggeration and exaggeration. Qingqing don't need to take it to heart."

The palace people lighted the incense to calm the nerves in the bedroom as usual, and Song Qing, the empress, was afraid of the cold,

In the outer room where the husband and wife are now, there is another pot of burning silver charcoal,

Now that Song Qing hears the word "quzi", her heart feels tight, and she leans forward,

Nibbled on the man's thin lips to relieve his hatred, disregarding Nangong Yu's smiling phoenix eyes, angrily,

"Let you boast that you are fine, and if you don't speak, will anyone dare to treat you as a king as dumb?"

After all, the graceful and delicate body with bumps and convexities lay on the stalwart and strong body again as if without bones,

Enjoying the closeness of cuddling with the one she loves makes her feel relaxed and happy for no reason.

How could Song Qing be more than 1.7 meters tall, no matter how small she is in front of Nangong Yu,

Only the thighs of the two long legs straddle the narrow waist, and the rest are left to dangle outside.

Having just finished bathing and having charcoal fire, she didn't wear socks, Nangong Yu could see that her eyebrows were raised,

He stretched out his hand to hold one of the woman's jade feet in the palm of his hand, the temperature was slightly cool, he didn't hold back any longer, picked her up and walked steadily into the room.

The light of the night pearl in the emperor's bedroom is soft,

a few breaths,

Song Qing's lazy and provocative voice sounded, with undisguised disgust at the end, "Nangong Yu, you just touched my feet."

"I don't dislike it." Nangong Yu's voice was mellow and there was no other emotion, but Song Qing didn't take it seriously, and pushed the person out with his hands lowered on his chest,

"Of course you don't dislike it, it won't be touching you later.

I don't know how restless my paws are, what day will she and Fantuanzi fall?

The deep laughter of the emperor in the bedroom was joyful, the bed curtain was quickly lifted from the inside, and a thought-provoking sentence overflowed from his throat, which was particularly confusing.

"So Qingqing thought."

Song Qing who was pulling up the quilt from the big heater: "?"

…

At the end of autumn, when people use charcoal fires, the first snow will not be far away. After ten days,

Bursts of cold air floated in the air, and the palace people walking in the corridor of the palace,

One by one wrapped in thick padded jackets and walked hurriedly, overlooking the palace where people were coming and going,

One or two out of ten were caught in the wind and cold due to the drop in temperature, so they sucked their stuffy noses while doing their work.

at noon,

The hall of priests is extremely lively,

"Little Qingqing, if you don't eat coriander leaves, give them to Aijia, and Aijia will eat them.

It’s delicious when eaten raw or cooked, why don’t you want to eat it? "

After winter, Dayuan can rest for a day every five days, and it is rare for Nangong Yu to be free.

The Empress Dowager was in high spirits again, and asked the palace servants to prepare good ingredients for hot pot early in the morning.

"The queen mother."

Nangong Yu sent the plate with coriander before Song Qing. The emperor who is usually unattainable,

Because I was eating lively hot pot with my family, my body was a little more smoky.

The queen mother took it unceremoniously, and when she stretched out her chopsticks, she picked up a large handful of green coriander, and poured it into the small hot pot in front of her.

"Ayu, I remember that you also like to eat coriander, come on, I'm not used to it either, here are grandma's for you."

Grandma Song has an amiable face, she looks very radiant after eating warm hot pot,

As he said that, he pushed the coriander dish to his granddaughter. After all, it was grandma's kindness.

Song Qing resisted the discomfort of smelling the coriander, and brought the dish to Nangong Yu,

Nangong Yu didn't move his chopsticks, but gave the parsley to Grandpa Song who was beside him and explained to Grandma Song,

"Grandma, Qingqing can't stand the smell of coriander, so I won't eat it. There are so many dishes that don't have to be coriander."

Grandma Song also knew how much her granddaughter disliked coriander, she shook her head in relief and helplessness,

"You are good at everything, but you are too used to this bad girl."

Nangong Yu smiled and said nothing, the queen mother took advantage of the gap between the parsley and the parsley,

"My in-laws, that's how it should be. He has only been a wife like Qingqing in his life, so he should pamper her.

Look at your in-laws peeling shrimp for you, hey, Miao and I are envious. "

"What are you envious of? He just has enough to eat and has nothing to do." At first, Grandma Song was a little ashamed to say that it was this old man.

At a very old age, she still loves to imitate her grandson-in-law. She just talked about it casually, but why did she really remember her death? Tell me.

Song Qing's appetite has been getting bigger and bigger these days, and she has been burying her head in eating hard, not to mention that she really didn't notice it.

Now I took the time to look around, and sure enough, I saw Grandpa was slowly peeling the shrimp,

Being teased is not as embarrassing as grandma, and she is still peeling cheerfully.