Madam is a Superstar

royal palace,

When Song Qing woke up, she felt hungry. She glanced at the warm blanket covering her body.

Having just woken up, I was very lazy and reluctant to get up. I just wanted to endure the feeling of hunger for a while.

Unexpectedly, just after stretching, there were several noisy movements in the lower abdomen.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he put his hand on the slightly raised spot where the pink dumpling was, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Okay, okay, my mother knows that you are hungry too. Why don't you get up and order someone to pass on the food? You are still in your belly and you have such a bad temper. Who do you look like?"

At this point, her red lips curled up and she asked herself, "It seems like your father, after all, my mother's temperament has always been gentle and impeccable."

Hearing the noise outside, Nangong Yu stood up and strode closer, raising his eyebrows. He crossed the screen of auspicious dragons and phoenixes and came to the red sandalwood soft couch to sit down.

He stretched out his generous palm and gently clasped Song Qing's hanging hair, and rubbed it gently.

"Dehong just went to deliver the meal and will be back soon."

Like a lazy, boneless cat, Song Qing leaned on the man's broad shoulders, rubbing half of her face in dependence,

"Well, what time did I sleep until noon? Why is the sky so dark at noon and the snow is heavy again?"

Recently, she didn't know whether she had been sleeping more and more or whether her body was getting weaker and weaker. In the past, she would fall asleep tiredly only after going to the clouds and rain with Master Huo.

Now, just one kiss can make you fall asleep from exhaustion. Tsk, what if this keeps going on like this?

It seems that what Yuan'er often talks about is not unreasonable. She really needs to make up for it.

Otherwise, before she could drain this man's imperial dragon energy, she would be drained of it. Where would Her Majesty's face be put in this case?

"Noon?"

Nangong Yu sighed, seeming helpless and indulgent, and moved his big palm downwards along the woman's slender back.

"It's midnight. I was going to come over and wake you up if you didn't wake up. If I had known you could sleep like this, I shouldn't have bothered..."

Song Qing reached out and covered Nangong Yu's mouth, blocking the next words of tiger and wolf in time. Couldn't this man be more reserved?

Less than half an hour,

Dehong brought a group of people from the imperial dining room carrying mahogany food boxes over. Considering that the empress did not have lunch,

Therefore, dinner was served earlier, and it was also richer than usual, with one or two more nourishing meals.

When the weather is cold, eating steaming and delicious meals is the most soothing thing.

"How is the matter between the Minister of War and Yun Xiguan? Is there any progress? Is it still stagnant?"

My hungry stomach felt a little better, and my thoughts before falling asleep gradually returned to my mind.

Song Qing put a chopstick of boneless braised pork ribs into Nangong Yu's bowl and asked casually,

"Guan Yun Xi is very eloquent, but he lacks a good show of harming others and ultimately harming himself."

Nangong Yu naturally took the pork ribs that his wife had brought to him and ate them into his mouth with rice. There was a hint of regret in his smooth words.

But what this means is that it ends with Wu Jing leading his troops to arrest him.

"If it's less, it's less. Isn't it easy to go to the theater? There are so many theater troupes outside the palace. Just invite people in, set up a stage in the palace and let them sing to you."

Song Qing took another pair of chopsticks with assorted vegetables and brought them over, her lazy voice clearly indicating lightness.

She doesn't care what happens to the Minister of War and Yun Xiguan, nor does she care what happens to Rouyin.

It would be best if there was one less thing about witchcraft. All in all, her man would be fine.

"I was dismissed from the post of Secretary of the Ministry of War in Xuchang, not only due to this incident but also to some previous incidents.

He himself knew that he had no complaints about this, so Doctor Zhang cured Rouyin's blood poison.

As for Xu Changji's other three sons, if they keep to themselves I won't touch them for the time being. "

Nangong Yu understood that Song Qing didn't care about this, but there was something he wanted to say to his wife,

"recall?"

Song Qing was astonished at the end of his eyes. After all, he was talking about being demoted to a place in the mountains.

Nangong Yu brought the small bowl of tonic soup filled by Yuan'er to his wife and patiently answered her questions.

"This is what he asked for. He feels that he owes his wife too much these years. He has been busy in court and failed to accompany his wife well.

I also failed to teach my daughter well. Since he loves his wife and daughter so much, I must fulfill his wish. "

The steaming aroma of pork belly wrapped in chicken soup made people salivate. Song Qing did not believe this explanation.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he still took the white jade spoon and took a sip before continuing to ask,

"Looking at this posture, does Xu Changji want to take Mrs. Xu and Rouyin back to the countryside? What about the marriage he asked for for Rouyin...?"

Naturally, she had heard about Xu Changji's love for his wife and daughter before she was in the court. If this was true, it would be really enviable.

However, if he returns to the countryside, then the previous plan to marry Rou Yin to Jiangcheng may not be possible.

Although Jiangcheng is not as big as the capital, it is adjacent to it. Xu Changji no longer serves as an official but loves his daughter.

How could Rouyin remarry and become an official's wife? It sounds like it's too pedantic to stick to the rules, but it can't be said that it's completely unreasonable.

After a woman gets married, she has a natal family that is evenly matched with her husband's family, so she will have the confidence to quarrel with her husband in the future, right?

"It's back."

really,

Song Qing raised her eyebrows and did not continue to ask. She just glanced at the man next to her from the corner of her eye from time to time.

Nangong Yu was aware of it and thought that his wife still wanted to know what happened to Yun Mansion, so he continued,

"Yun Qing was demoted back to Kuixian County by me. Although he is a villain who flatters everyone, he has never taken any bribes in these years.

He also has some talents. Yu County is the place where he was born. It happened that the previous county magistrate retired and returned to his hometown, so he returned to support him. "

"As for his wife..."

Having said this, Nangong Yu paused for a moment and then looked at Song Qing, "I originally planned to send her to the Criminal Punishment Department for severe torture.

I asked her how she knew the art of witchcraft and then killed her. The old priest came to stop me. "

"It said that if I kill her today, you will suffer from the nightmare of the past few days again."

After eating the melon, Song Qing raised her eyebrows and slowly made a question mark on her head.

"So you let her go?"

This was her first reaction. From the beginning to the end, what she cared about was that Mrs. Yun knew how to do witchcraft.

Now just because she would suffer nightmares again if she killed someone, she let such a hidden danger go?

besides,

Didn't the little old lady say two days ago that Yun Meiren's evil deeds were gone? Why? ? ?

"She hasn't been released yet. She will be released only if she tells everything she knows about witchcraft. She is not afraid of life or death, but she is afraid that her son will die."

Emperors are used to manipulating people's hearts, not to mention that they have a ready-made weakness that must be put to good use.

However, Song Qing didn't understand this approach. He even thought that Mrs. Yun would act like a monster in the future, so he immediately lost his appetite and put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"If you don't remove the roots, the spring breeze will bring new growth. You don't have to give in because of me. I can still bear the nightmare. If one day she..."

Nangong Yu also put down his bowl and chopsticks and reached out to hold Song Qing's hand, "I understand your concerns, and I will give you a satisfactory answer before letting him go."

Seeing that Song Qing's frown still showed no sign of relaxing, he rubbed the pads of his thumbs across the woman's soft palms and spoke in a mellow voice.

"Believe me."