Madam is a Superstar

"Tui'er, let's go."

After things were settled, it was time to return home. When she came out, she didn't say hello to her mother-in-law and the emperor's sister-in-law.

It's best to go back before the time is still early. It's best to go back before the emperor's brother returns home. It's no wonder that the opera was sung so well that she was fascinated by it.

Nangong Haitang was thinking about it while walking, but soon realized something was wrong, turned around and looked at the people following her with Cui'er,

"Hey, my surname is Wu. I have promised to celebrate your birthday tomorrow as a token of my gratitude. What are you still doing with me?

Could it be that you still want to blackmail me? Princess, I can tell you that I didn’t bring much money when I left the house today, but if you dare to go back to the house with me,

It's not impossible for me to ask you to blackmail me. I just want to see if you can beat the servants and guards of the imperial brother's house by yourself. "

Really, a martial artist is a martial artist. She agreed to treat him to dinner and why did he follow her? How could he be so unreasonable?

"Will the princess be accompanied by a carriage from the palace during this trip?"

Wu Jing looked away from the bustling and crowded streets and landed on Nangong Haitang's frowning eyebrows. He asked a question instead of answering,

"It's none of your business. There are many carriages on the ten-mile long street. I can just hire one and go back home."

Nangong Haitang was a little impatient and her tone was not as good as before, and she was a little irritable. She asked the government to check their household registration and they didn't ask this question.

"I still have something to do. The princess can take my carriage back home first, which will also save me the journey of hiring a carriage in the market.

There are people coming and going in the market, and it is not safe for you two weak women at this time. "

Sensing Nangong Haitang's impatience, Wu Jing didn't say anything more and just made his intentions clear.

Without giving anyone a chance to refuse, he turned around and ordered the bodyguard, "Ning An, please send the princess and Miss Cui'er back to the Fifth Prince's Mansion."

"yes."

Ning'an was a taciturn man who absolutely obeyed his master's orders. He looked like he came from the barracks.

Xiang Nangong Haitang made an invitation gesture towards the direction where the carriage was parked, and said respectfully, "Princess, please come here with your subordinates."

Nangong Haitang was still a little hesitant. What Wu Jing did at the flower viewing party was still vivid in her mind, and she was reluctant to owe Wu Jing any more favors.

At this moment, Cui'er reached out and gently tugged on Nangong Haitang's sleeves, reminding her in a low voice,

"Princess, it will be too late if we don't go back. It won't be good if the prince sends people to look for us and we go back."

Cui'er said it just so that Nangong Haitang was anxious at the moment and looked at Wu Jing without any further delay.

"Then, let's just consider that this princess owes you another favor, Cui'er, let's go back to the house."

After saying that, he walked in the direction indicated by Ning An without looking back, as if there was a tiger chasing behind him.

With the support of Cui'er, she stepped onto the carriage on the small bench, and Nangong Haitang's heartbeat was still like a thunderous drum.

Feeling her abnormality, her whole body suddenly felt bad. What the hell was her reaction?

The wheels of the carriage turned slowly and went further and further away from the theater. After driving a distance, Nangong Haitang opened the curtain of the carriage and

I happened to see Wu Jing's tall and tall figure standing at the entrance of the theater. From a distance, it was much more pleasing to the eye than before.

It can be said that a jade tree faces the wind, not much worse than those suave young masters. It can only be said that each has its own merits...

Nangong Haitang's face froze, and then she realized that she was thinking of something else.

Annoyed, he lowered the car curtain and pinched his palms with his nails without pain or itch.

Nangong Haitang, wake up, are you crazy? You actually think that a warrior is standing in the wind.

"Princess, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Cui'er turned her head and asked with concern. Nangong Haitang guiltily hid her hands in the sleeves of her coat and skirt, denying it righteously.

"No, I don't have this princess. Cui'er, you are wrong."

Cui Er: "...?"

Nangong Haitang was embarrassed. He coughed several times to cover up his embarrassment and discomfort. He said more and made fewer mistakes.

He opened the carriage curtain again and looked towards the crowded long street. It was better to keep his mouth shut and pretend that nothing had happened.

The return journey is not that far.

Coincidentally,

When Ning An drove the carriage to the gate of the Fifth Prince's Mansion, he met Nangong Yu's carriage head-on.

It was a coincidence that the carriage curtain opened at the same time, and the brother and sister sitting in the carriage happened to face each other.

Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Ning'an from Ning'an to the carriage marking Wujing's yard to Nangong Haitang.

The look in her eyes was particularly meaningful as she nodded. When the imperial sister grows up, she will find her husband's family on her own.

Nangong Haitang was even willing to die. Why did he meet the emperor's brother by such a coincidence?

What's that look in Brother Huang's eyes? Is it too late for her to explain now? It's not that she doesn't have Brother Huang. You're overthinking it!

No matter how much inner drama the brother and sister have, they can't stay in the carriage without getting out of the carriage.

After Nangong Haitang got off the carriage, she stood there wanting to cry without tears. She looked at the imperial brother slowly walking towards her without wanting to move.

"I see you, the Fifth Prince."

Ning'an bowed his hands and clasped his fists towards Nangong Yu. Nangong Yu often went to the Beijing Central Barracks.

Ning'an is Wu Jing's right-hand man, and the two have met many times before.

"Yeah, no need."

Nangong Yu crossed Ning'an, and with a few simple words as a response, he walked straight to Nangong Haitang,

He looked at the carriage again, then raised his hand and patted Nangong Haitang's shoulder.

"Brother Huang was negligent and forgot about the fact that our Haitang has reached the age of hairpin."

After roughly filtering Wu Jing's character in my mind, I was quite satisfied with having such a sister-in-law in the future, so I boasted,

"Not bad, good taste."

Nangong Haitang: "????"

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The palace is brightly lit,

Nangong Yu came back especially late tonight, and dinner was just served in the dining room.

Seeing that they were almost done eating, Song Qing mentioned that Qi Chang was with the three of them in the afternoon.

"The three of them were not favored by the family. They told me with tears and snot in their eyes that there was no place for them in their parents' family.

I told them to give them more silver and let them leave the palace to set up female households and buy a courtyard to live in.

He also cried to me and told me that a woman can start her own business without a reliable man to support her, and she cannot sleep at ease at night.

The servants and thugs cannot be trusted by them either. I told them to withdraw their status as concubines.

Let them continue to stay in the palace under other identities and cry for a long time without being able to hold back a fart..."

Song Qing continued to talk, Nangong Yu's hand ladling soup paused for a moment, and his dark phoenix eyes looked at the man who was supporting his chin with one hand.

The woman who looked impatient to talk to her burst out laughing. It seemed that she was really annoyed by those people.

Ever since she was given the title of queen, the empress had been deliberately maintaining a dignified manner and no longer bothered to pretend.

He put down the white jade spoon and waved to the eunuch holding the petal water to come over and get up and wash his hands.

He took the handkerchief and wiped off the water droplets on his palms, then stretched out his big, well-jointed palms in front of Song Qing,

"It's just about being expelled from the palace. You can just give them their fair share of silver and there's no need to do anything special. As for what happens to them after they leave the palace, it has nothing to do with us."

Song Qing naturally placed her hand on the man's dry and warm palm, used the force to stand up, and asked with tears in her eyes,

"you sure?"