Madam is a Superstar

At that time, there were many different opinions in the world about the extermination of the Dongchen Duke's family. Of course, Nangong Yu had heard about it and knew a lot of inside stories.

There was sarcasm on Qingjun's face, he put his hands on his knees and sat back in the carriage.

“Put unwarranted charges on the heroes to kill them all, and then bite back and pretend to be pitiful to win the sympathy of the world.

Only an ungrateful white-eyed wolf like Dong Chen could do such despicable and shameless tactics. "

Before Dongchen established its own business, it had always been a small country affiliated with Dayuan, and its methods of governing the country were all imitated by Dayuan.

From a small, barren country that everyone could bully, to gradually establishing a firm foothold in the world, I didn't realize that it was an unfamiliar beast.

Not only is he ungrateful but bites Dayuan, he has secretly had the ambition to annex Dayuan's territory for a long time. It's a joke if people don't have enough people to swallow the elephant!

"Brother, Emperor?"

The sharpness in Nangong Yu's eyes suddenly made Nangong Haitang a little cautious when he spoke.

If the imperial brother doesn't like Dongchen, she doesn't like him either. No, to be more precise, none of the people of Dayuan like Dongchen.

It has even reached the point where I feel disgusted and feel unlucky when I mention it.

Nangong Yu shook his head and sighed, holding the small case and closing the folding fans that were spread out, and knocked the seeds on Nangong Haitang's head carefully.

"Just listen to other people's drama and let it go. It has nothing to do with us. Don't think nonsense. This place is not very smart either."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, tugged his lips and sneered. After a while, he restrained himself, took back the folding fan and put it back on the table.

"Don't listen to these dirty and shady things. What every girl should hear is the sadness of spring, autumn wind, flowers and snowy night.

You don’t need to worry about other things. You only need to remember two things. One is that the First Emperor Brother will not harm us. Don’t always listen to the mother and concubine.

Secondly, your imperial brother, I am not a fool. What can you, your imperial brother, do that I can’t think of? "

The ridicule repeatedly emphasized one fact, that is, Nangong Haitang was not very bright.

Nangong Haitang opened his mouth, but found that he could not say anything to refute, so he lowered his head in despair and stopped talking.

The carriage of the Fifth Prince's Mansion drove smoothly back to the mansion in the biting cold wind.

After the bluestone alley with seven twists and turns in the ten-mile long street, there is another scene on the other side of Qingshui Lake.

It's early morning,

Fengyue Tower has just closed down. Two old bustards in bright pink and green yawned and closed the door.

"Squeak——"

When the two doors were about to be closed, Fuyin's red figure appeared on the other side of the lake. The clerk who had closed the door hurriedly opened the door again.

The two madams, who were stepping on the steps to go upstairs to rest, turned around. The waiter was afraid of being punished and quickly explained the reason.

"The landlord is back."

After a moment, Fuyin walked into Fengyue Tower while being greeted by two old madams. When the door was completely closed, he vaguely heard Fuyin's instructions:

"My hometown has been peaceful recently, but it's time to hear the wind blow."

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In the blink of an eye, in the afternoon, Fengming Palace,

There are wild and untamable little dark clouds sitting there, and flocks of kingfishers no longer dare to stop easily on the glazed tiles to rest and sing.

There was a charcoal fire burning outside the palace, and a beautiful woman with bare feet was nestled in the mahogany rattan chair.

"Click."

The sour but bitter juice of the crispy fruit spread, but Song Qing felt it was delicious, and she took more and more unscrupulous bites, one after another.

The door opened, and Nangong Yu's tall and majestic figure walked towards the rattan lounge chair, his eyes glancing over the sour fruits in the fruit plate.

With his straight and well-proportioned fingers, he pinched half of Song Qing's bulging cheek like punishment.

"She's really interested in you."

The sour fruit was specially brought back from the border by Shangguan Yao. When picked, the whole fruit was translucent.

As the army returned to Beijing, the fruit arrived at the palace just ripe enough to eat.

"OK."

Song Qing's final voice was undeniable, and her graceful body moved slightly to the side to make some room.

The mahogany wicker chairs are covered with soft blankets and are very comfortable and large. There is no problem for the couple to sit next to each other.

"I think the weather is pretty good today. I'll go back to the Star Tower tonight to watch the stars and predict a good day for A Yao and the Third Prince's wedding."

As soon as Nangong Yu sat down, Song Qing stopped eating the sour fruit. She wiped her hands and habitually slipped into the man's broad arms.

Even though it wasn't cold at all, he was still as slimy as a doll, and he was talking about his plans.

"Too cold."

Nangong Yu subconsciously raised his eyebrows. He thought of something but gave up and stopped insisting. Instead, he pinched the woman's fingertips and compromised, "Well, I'll accompany you."

Song Qing was very surprised, but he didn't ask too much. It would be great if the donor Huo agreed.

Inadvertently noticing the man's somewhat tired look on his face, he felt distressed and patted his broad back softly.

"Let's sleep together."

"Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang,"

A rhythmic knocking on the window broke the warmth of the room. Nangong Yu squinted his eyes unhappy and looked at the location where the noise came from.

"It's a dark cloud. He must be looking for me for something. Let me go."

Song Qing was hugged by Nangong Yuda and nestled against his warm chest. She patted her thick shoulders with her slender hands and explained.

"Squeak."

Opening the window, the dark clouds trembled and the little body flexibly entered,

Faced with the unkind death gaze that snatched away the owner's big pig's hooves, he raised his fluffy cat head uncharacteristically and fearlessly.

The cat's reflective green eyes did not look at Nangong Yu, but stared directly at Song Qing, so that the owner would notice what was in his mouth.

A small bamboo stick,

A small bamboo stick that seemed to have some turbid air attached to it was exactly the same as the one brought back by the dark cloud last time.

Song Qing rewarded him by rubbing the little guy's head. The tip of Little Wuyun's tail shook and he let out a meow.

Knowing that Big Pig Hoof didn't like him, he didn't want to stay for a long time. He jumped out of the window to find Yuan'er and asked for dried fish.

No more obstacles,

Waves of howling and biting cold wind rushed in unbridled, and the chill that hit me instantly wiped out the sleepiness I had just woken up.

Song Qing played with this smooth little bamboo stick thoughtfully, becoming more and more curious.

This is the second time, but the person behind him still has no intention of showing up, and he is really calm.

"Donor Huo, who do you think is sending us gifts over and over again?"

What does that person know? What is the real purpose?

Nangong Yu's eyes stayed on the thing in his wife's hand, his eyes darkened, he did not answer Song Qing's question but opened his lips to summon the emperor's shadow to strengthen the palace guards.

In a moment,

Song Qing looked at the Emperor Ying who was ordered to leave and twitched the corners of his lips. If he continued at this speed, the palace would become a prison.

He sighed and didn't say anything. There was very little turbidity attached to the small bamboo stick and he learned from the past experience.

He easily sealed the turbid air, and after sealing it, he placed the bamboo stick on the table where Nangong Yu usually reviewed memorials, and then took the man back to the inner room to rest.

Lying sideways on the bed, not feeling sleepy at all, the feeling of being whetted is not pleasant.

Not to mention that they are being led by the people behind them, completely passive, and have no initiative at all, which is really annoying.

"I'll let people follow the dark clouds. Go to sleep and sleep with me for a while." Nangong Yu said, not liking his wife's sad look.

"Okay." Song Qing rested his head on Nangong Yu's arm. The only way to deal with the man's delay in showing up was this. This was also the last resort.