Madam is a Superstar

The thoughtfulness of the details is always so moving, and the palace attendants surrounding you can see scenes of affectionate talk between emperors and empresses.

At this moment, I was still envious of the Queen for the Emperor's behavior and gentle words.

I don’t know if people like them will be as blessed as the Queen in their next life.

Breakfast is delivered together.

Nangong Yu asked Yuan'er to put Yuan'er's portion in the small kitchen to warm it carefully, eliminating the need to pass the meal back and forth.

Since Song Qing's belly became bigger and bigger, Nangong Yu would put the memorial outside the palace for review.

He would stay in the imperial study room only when he needed to discuss state affairs with the ministers of the DPRK and China. The charcoal fire dissipated the chill, and when Dehong closed the palace door softly,

Nangong Yu then picked up Song Qing and sat on his lap. His strong arms protected several acupuncture points on his waist and massaged them with moderate force.

"Is it better?"

The older the month, the bigger the belly becomes, and backache and other problems come one after another, which is really difficult to endure.

And with a bigger belly, you have to be careful in everything you do, especially in the cold weather in mid-February.

Not only the road was slippery and my hands and feet were freezing, but even a slight bump would hurt more than when the weather was hot.

"It's better. No need. Yuan'er will press the button for me from time to time when he gets the little old lady's true message. You sit down and rest for a while while I..."

The words stopped abruptly,

The ends of his eyes were raised deeply, and he was a little surprised and surprised by the sudden appearance of the flaming red rose in front of his eyes.

Although he didn't know why, he still reached out to take it. It is true that the roses in Fengming Palace were built under wooden sheds.

Under the careful care of the gardener, you can often see them blooming even in heavy snowy weather, but this does not affect her love for these dozen roses.

Two boneless arms grasped Nangong Yu's broad shoulders, and her delicate lips kissed the man's thin lips.

"Why did you think of giving me flowers today? Did you do something behind my back to make me angry, eh? Donor Huo, please tell me the truth."

If there is no special meaning, two people will generally not pick the rose.

After all, roses full of vitality and vitality are always more dazzling and eye-catching than plucked roses.

The tips of the ears were numb and warm, and Nangong Yu's magnetic and hoarse voice contained some different emotions, "Happy Valentine's Day, wifey."

It’s not Song Qing, it’s not Qing Qing, it’s not Queen or Madam, it’s a way of calling wife that is only found in other worlds.

Song Qing's movement of turning and playing with the rose bouquet through the dragon-patterned handkerchief paused slightly, and then a bright and wanton smile appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Happy Valentine's Day, hubby."

She thought she was the only one who felt that things were different in another world, even though they were still them,

But in her heart, what Huo Yusongqing and Nangong Yusongqing have experienced or are happening still have different meanings.

I never thought that Nangong Yu thought so too.

The corners of Song Qing's mouth curled up even more deeply, so could this be called not being part of the same family?

In other words, she and her man are essentially compatible, not just in terms of tolerance and concession between each other, but in a soul-deep compatibility.

…

In early March, the Jingzhe woke up. Although it still felt like it was cooling down, I could already feel a few hints of spring.

The warm winter sun shines into the bedroom through the window lattice, and falls on the bed curtains, revealing mottled light.

Together with the clear chirping of several kingfishers on the rows of glazed tiles on the eaves, it reminds people to wake up from their sleep.

"..., isn't it cold?"

Song Qing was woken up. She stared at the top of the bed curtain and asked this question with a faint look in her eyes. Then she added with a hint of sadness,

"Disturbing people's dreams will result in lightning strikes, and birds are no exception."

“…”

The chirping of the kingfisher stopped for a moment, and before Song Qing could think that he was anything but a magic stick,

When another crow's beak came true, the obviously frightened kingfisher screamed urgently,

Accompanied by the rapid waving of wings and a very familiar meowing sound,

have to,

It's not the crow's beak, it's the little dark cloud releasing its wild nature that has nowhere to rest.

She wanted to sleep a little longer, but Fanduanzi was aware of the lazy temperament of her mother,

Dutifully, he set up a small alarm clock and started moving it in her belly.

Helpless, he stretched out his hand to comfort her and then pulled the bell on the bed curtain to let Yuan'er in.

"Squeak!"

"Meow!"

The sound of the bedroom door opening was heard together with the triumphant meowing of Little Dark Cloud.

"My dear wife, wake up. Did you hear the voice of the spirit master? It must be the spirit master who is grabbing those birds on the eaves again.

I want my slave to say that it’s great to be a cat. I remember that it took me half a month of hard work to learn light industry before I could barely jump up to the eaves.

The spirit master squatted down with his front paws and jumped hard with his back paws, just like an arrow leaving the string, but he was much more flexible than the slave. "

Yuan'er opened the bed curtain and muttered something with her little mouth, which was more refreshing than the kingfishers on the glazed tiles.

After some simple dressing and washing,

Song Qing was sitting in front of the dressing table, arranging her hair in a bun with a skillful Yuan'er. The little girl's chattering mouth seemed to have endless things to say.

"By the way, Your Majesty, your Majesty asked your slave to wait for you to wake up and tell you a great thing."

Before Song Qing could answer, Yuan'er couldn't wait to tell the story, "Mother, General Shangguan will arrive in Kyoto tomorrow morning!"

Yuan'er said so many words, Song Qing only listened to this sentence, and the remaining sleepiness disappeared in an instant because of this smile.

"Seriously? How could it be so fast?"

If I remember correctly, Ah Yao only returned to Beijing from the border area after the Spring Festival. It's only been more than a month now.

She thought she would have to wait until mid-March at the earliest to see Ah Yao, but she never thought it would be so soon.

"The true empress, the emperor said it himself, it cannot be false!"

Yuan'er was also happy, but she was happy for Song Qing. She had been serving the empress for some years.

Knowing what kind of temper the empress had in the past, since the empress took the position of queen,

My temperament is much more restrained than before, especially after becoming pregnant.

The empress has been staying in the palace since it got cold until now. You know, the empress used to go out of the palace to play a lot.

The same goes for drinking. She can’t even remember the last time she drank.

Although the emperor, the queen mother, the old priest, and grandparents were accompanying the palace, the empress and the young general Shangguan were about the same age and both were women.

After all, there is more to say and do, just like her and Lingdang.

"Does the Third Prince know this news?"

After Song Qing asked, she felt stupid again. How could she not know that Ah Yao and Nangong Ze were in love?

After thinking about this, it is inevitable that it will be a bit strange. Ah Yao did not mention this matter to himself in the last letter.

Is it because you forget your friends after seeing sex?

Or did she make a new close friend behind her back on the border? So there are new people and the old people are forgotten?

Tsk,

Thinking about this possibility, Song Qing admitted that she felt sour.

Then I thought about how I had never thought about returning to the Great Abyss in another world, and I swallowed back the sour taste in an instant.

At this moment, she had to admit that Benefactor Huo was right, she was the most heartless one.