Madam is a Superstar

At night,

The radiance of the night pearl illuminated the entire Emperor's Palace as if it were daytime, but no one dared to make a loud noise at this time.

Apart from the gentle footsteps of the palace maids, there was only the sound of the chess pieces falling.

"According to my understanding of the child Fuyin, in order to avenge his mother and uncle's family, I will do my best to assist Nangong Yu that boy.

In the beginning, the poison was created by Fu Cang. He always loved Fuyin, his nephew, and he must have spent all his money to teach him the art of poison.

A few days ago, I listened to the priest's advice and rushed to the border. I asked the general to send a group of Gu people.

Take advantage of Shangguan's return to the capital to look for an opportunity to attack the Yuan army at night. When the news reaches the ears of the boy in Nangong,

I, Dongchen, and Dayuan will inevitably have a war. Today's Dayuan is no longer the Dayuan of the past. I wonder if the priest can think of a safe way to deal with it? "

Murong Yun was the supreme emperor above all the tens of thousands of people in Dongchen, but to Sima Zhen, who was about the same age,

But just like a student treating his master who preaches and teaches with respect and humility, without any airs.

"I advised Your Majesty not to go too far at the beginning. If you insist on taking this step to kill all the chess pieces, don't leave any fish slipping through the net.

If we lose every game in this game, I hope that when the Holy Spirit arrives, he will not point his fingers at the ministers and say that success is a success and failure is a failure. "

Sima Zhen has a slender figure and is in his forties. His eyes are sharp, like a fox that has been hidden for thousands of years but cannot be underestimated.

Murong Yun's movement of dropping the chess piece was stagnant, and the chess piece fell down when he was distracted when playing chess.

"Crack."

The chess piece made of jade made a pleasant crisp sound when it touched the chessboard, but it was a pity that it landed in the wrong position.

And if you make a move without regrets, you will make a mistake every step of the way. An unexpected move is just like what the two people are discussing at the moment. This is not a good sign.

Murong Yun stared at the chess piece standing on the criss-crossing chessboard with the most sinister eyes.

"The priest observes the stars at night, but he spies the decline of my Dongchen?"

From ancient times to the present, no emperor would allow the dynasty to decline in his own hands or in the hands of his children and grandchildren. However, he was not afraid that it would be man-made, but was afraid of God's will.

"Crack."

Another piece fell on the chessboard, and the chess game that Murong Yun was bound to lose seemed to be in darkness, showing the possibility of victory.

Murong Yun's eyes dimmed, and when he wanted to ask Sima Zhen again, he stood up and bowed respectfully.

"It's getting late. Your Majesty, please rest early. It's time for me to go back and watch the sky."

The monarch and his ministers often played chess, and every game of chess always had a winner and a loser. Every game ended with Murong Yun winning.

The game of chess has not yet been played tonight, and the variables hidden in the game are even more unpredictable.

After Master Sima had left for a long time, Murong Yun still looked at the chess game with a bad expression.

"Someone is coming."

"The old slave is here." The old eunuch waiting by the side had already expected it and stepped forward to promise that he would be dispatched.

Murong Yun stood up and shook off his sleeves, strode out of the study room with his back turned and sternly ordered, "Take out the chessboard and burn it to ashes!"

Sima Zhen's avoidance tonight was enough to make Murong Yun angry, but underneath this layer of anger was hesitation and fear.

The fear of relying on Dayuan to survive cautiously in the first place, and the fear of Dongchen heading towards the country's subjugation.

…

The stars change, day and night change,

Another half month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Feng Yue Tower, which has been bustling with business at night in Dayuan Kyoto City, is particularly uneasy these days.

It's midday,

While other shops were bustling with activity, Fengyue Tower was completely silent during the break time.

And beneath the silence, there is often murderous intent.

"thump."

"Plop, plop."

The three black-clothed killers didn't draw their swords out of their scabbards, so they let someone who appeared behind them from an unknown moment seal their throats with their swords. The corpses fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Fuyin, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly in the bed, opened his eyes and smelled the hot smell of blood gradually spreading in the cold air. He mocked the most,

"You are scared after all, Father."

The cold words were even worse than the chill outside.

Compared with the unrest in Fengyue Tower,

Fengming Palace is a completely different scene. The sun is high in the sky at noon.

Although the wind still carries a chill, it cannot withstand the warm and cold spring weather in mid-March.

"Meow~"

Little Wuyun raised the cat's head and stared at its owner without blinking, feeding yellow salted pineapple pieces into his mouth one after another.

Song Qing was sitting on a rattan lounge chair, covered with a thin blanket and enjoying the sun. Hearing the sound, he took the time to look away from the ancient book that recorded the turbid air.

Seeing the little guy's greedy look, the mole at the end of his eye raised deeply, his red lips curled up to reveal a bright and charming smile, and he asked knowingly,

"Want to eat?"

"Meow meow meow!" Wu Yun nodded without hesitation. It doesn't matter what the master eats.

It doesn't matter that it smells unpleasantly salty, mixed with another pineapple smell that makes cats nauseous.

The important thing is that it is curious about what the pineapples in this world taste like and whether they taste any different from the pineapples in the original world.

"There is a difference between humans and cats, are you sure?"

Song Qing felt rebellious, picked up a piece of pineapple and shook it in front of the dark green eyes. The past few days had been particularly peaceful.

On the contrary, it seems too boring. Playing tricks on kittens once or twice doesn't seem that excessive... right?

"Meow!!"

Wu Yun was a little anxious, and his body suddenly stood upright. His two black front paws tightly pulled the rattan lounge chair as a point of support.

A pair of vertical pupils moved along with the shaking pineapple pieces, but they never made any further movements.

It, dark clouds,

As a spiritual, rational and principled cat, he will not show his claws to his owner under any circumstances!

"Okay, since we Dark Cloud Warriors sincerely want to eat, then Master, I will satisfy you."

Of course Song Qing didn't know what was going on in her little cat's head, so she waved Yuan'er to bring Wu Yun's ceramic bowl.

As the cat wished, he put a piece of yellow salted pineapple in it and tapped the bamboo skewer against the wall of the ceramic bowl.

"Come, try it, warrior, it's delicious."

What bad intentions can the great master have? The great master just wants to see the cat asking for trouble.

"Mother, you didn't say that cats can't eat salty food..."

Before Yuan'er could finish her words, Wu Yun had already meowed with satisfaction and buried her whole head into the ceramic bowl because she got what she wanted.

He stretched out his pink little tongue covered with barbs and licked the ripe yellow pineapple pieces stained with fine salt.

Then,

"vomit--!"

Just imagine a kitten with black briquettes stretching its neck and tongue to vomit under the spring afternoon sun.

"Pfft-"

Song Qing finally laughed out loud, not too gloating about the misfortune, and stretched out his fingertips to poke the little guy's dark head.

"Now do you know where the saying curiosity kills the cat comes from? I told you there are differences between humans and cats, why don't you listen?"

"Meow…"

Wuyun just gave a small tentative lick, meowed at Song Qing aggrievedly, and then lowered his head dejectedly.

Nothing different,

It still tastes like pineapple, and it tastes terrible!

"Spirit Master, there is clear water here."

Yuan'er couldn't bear to look at it and hurriedly asked someone to bring over the ceramic bowl filled with water.

Wu Yun immediately ran over and rolled his tongue around the water to drink. After drinking, he didn't forget to run to Yuan'er's feet and rub it.

Expressing his gratitude that he couldn't express in words, he lay back on the smooth stone next to the rattan lounge chair.

With its two dark front paws clasped, the hen squatted in the spring sunshine and basked in sync with its owner.

Don't say,

From the perspective of Yuan'er and other palace people, the current postures of Song Qing and Wu Yun, one person and one cat, are indeed somewhat similar.