Madam is a Superstar

At this moment, Nangong Yu had already wiped away the remaining water stains on his body with a bath towel.

Hearing this, he stretched out his dry and generous palms and used the pads of his thumbs to soothe the worries between his wife's brows, "It doesn't matter, they are nothing to worry about."

Making friends with distant enemies and attacking close ones, and annexing them one by one, what he wants is for the countries to either sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, or wish to reap the benefits of being a fisherman.

Song Qing was moved but also a little amused, so she went to bring another snow-white lining with dragon patterns on the clothes rack and put it on Nangong Yu.

"It's not too late to get dressed and talk to me slowly."

I am used to it, I am used to it, and it is certainly eye-catching, but it is a bit contrary to what they are talking about now.

The atmosphere was just right. Nangong Yu looked at the woman with long eyelashes who was carefully tying her belt, and he was very happy, "Qingqing is not satisfied?"

Just as the belt was fastened, Song Qing slapped the man's muscular arm and said, "If you stop talking nonsense, sleep outside at night."

As he said this, his body honestly plunged into Nangong Yu's arms and took a deep breath.

Feeling the refreshing ambergris and the imperial dragon aura that made her physically and mentally happy, she couldn't bear to talk about it for a moment.

After greedily absorbing it for a while, they came out reluctantly. The couple walked out of the side hall holding towels for wiping their hair.

It had been nearly half an hour since they came in, and if they didn't leave the palace, people would think they were doing something indescribable.

bedroom,

The radiance of the night pearl in the room was soft, and Nangong Yu's eyes stayed for a long time on his wife who was patiently wiping his dark hair in his arms.

Since when did his Qingqing have the patience to slowly dry someone's hair?

"turbidity, still no news."

"Um?"

Song Qing didn't pay attention to what Nangong Yu was thinking and subconsciously responded, then comforted him naturally,

"It's okay, don't be in a hurry, what's supposed to come will come. Besides, I can make rice dumplings here, too.

It shouldn't be difficult for me to have the inner strength to stay with me, but I'm afraid the other world will be too worried until we get back. "

She was afraid of the pain, and she was anxious to return to another world to have a caesarean section. In the past few days, she and Ah Yao talked about giving birth to a baby naturally.

Ah Yao's words, "It's easier for women with strong bodies like us to have babies than ordinary women," really woke her up.

Yes, she has internal strength. Then she and Donor Huo can't just have a powdered dumpling.

One child is stabbed again and again, and the other is stabbed again and again. Thinking about it, I don’t think that’s the case. I used to post comments on Weibo in another world.

I have seen some mothers walking around with nothing happening the day after giving birth, and now I hope that she will also be one of this lucky army.

However,

Without waiting for a reply, he stopped wiping his hair in confusion and looked down.

It was easy to detect the guilty and distressed look on Nangong Yu's face, and the tip of his heart seemed to be stung.

It was numb and soft, imitating Nangong Yu's usual red lips and kissed the man's forehead,

"It's not easy for me to be involved in such a thing. Tomorrow morning I'll go find the old lady and ask her to do a fortune-telling for us.

See if you can go back before the rice dumplings come out. You should be busy with the court affairs first. There are still more than two months, so there will always be a chance. Don't rush. "

"No need to feel guilty, huh?"

The turbidity is not Nangong Yu's responsibility but hers. He is her husband, a human being, not an omnipotent god.

It's very quiet outside,

For a long time, Nangong Yu suppressed the guilt in his eyes under Song Qing's gaze. The arms around his waist became stronger and he opened his lips.

"You don't have to go too early. If nothing else happens, Guan Yao will rush into the palace to find you tomorrow morning."

Song Qing raised her eyebrows in confusion but quickly figured out the reason. Although according to the auspicious day she calculated,

The wedding day of Ah Yao and the Third Prince will be the day after tomorrow, but according to Ah Yao's temperament...sighed,

His slender fingers played with Nangong Yu's dark hair that was spread over his broad shoulders. He felt quite accomplished when he saw that he had dried his hair even after grinding.

Then she thought about how donor Huo had dried her hair long ago. The sense of accomplishment came and went quickly.

"If Ah Yao mentions to me tomorrow that he will lead his troops on an expedition, fight Dongchen and then marry the third prince, will I agree on your behalf or refuse?"

Ah Yao didn't expect that they would start a war with Dongchen so soon. If she had known about it in advance, she would definitely not have come back before then.

She guessed that the reason why Ah Yao was so anxious to come back was that Ah Yao was aware of what Nangongze had done in Kyoto before.

It was only then that Xiu Shu returned to Beijing and proposed to resign as a general and come back to get married. After all, the commander in chief in the two battles when the city was lost was Shangguan Hong.

For the Nangong royal family, those two battles were always a thorn in the heart, and the same was true for the Shangguan family.

"reject."

Nangong Yu answered simply, took the woman's hands that were tired of drying his hair and kissed her lovingly.

"Since we have to fight against foreign aggression, it is not appropriate for the government to have internal strife and create extraneous problems."

"OK."

Song Qing also meant the same thing. Both the Third Prince's Mansion and the General's Mansion had made arrangements for the marriage.

You don’t have to put yourself in Nangongze’s shoes to understand Nangong Ze’s mood. He is about to embrace the beauty and marry the one he misses back home.

If at this time my sweetheart wants to lead his troops on an expedition again and take risks on the battlefield where swords have no eyes,

It's like having a basin of cold water poured on your head, oh no, it's ice water, or the kind with ice residue.

…

The next day,

As expected, Shangguan Yao rushed into the palace early in the morning to discuss the matter.

Song Qing then told the story that Nangong Yu had prepared for him last night. Seeing that the person still insisted on pursing his red lips and thinking for a while,

As the saying goes, emotion prevails over reason. If reason doesn't work, let's talk about love. "What will the Third Prince do if you go?"

This sentence made Shangguan Yao's breath hitch. He opened his mouth to say something but ended up speechless.

say what,

What can she say, except that there are Gu people in Dongchen and the battle between the two armies will be more difficult.

Just talking about the army's round trip between Beijing, China and the border, the fastest round trip would take more than a month.

Not to mention that she couldn't estimate how long this battle would last from start to finish. On the battlefield, the return date was uncertain, and life and death were unknown.

Are you going to let Aze wait for her again?

Aze has been waiting for her for long enough, how can she say the same thing.

"Cao Mao is the capable general you have promoted to A Yu time and time again. Everyone in the court knows this.

Everyone in the world can see how many soldiers you have trained during the past few years of guarding the frontier.

What happened back then was not the fault of your Shangguan family, nor the fault of the old general. Anyone with eyes can understand this.

Ah Yao, your Shangguan family has only one outstanding military exploit in Dayuan. Do you understand why we don't want you to go? "

It's us, not me. She and Huo Don may have different starting points, but they have the same point of not wanting Ah Yao to go to the battlefield again.

Shangguan Yao looked at Song Qing quietly, and inadvertently glanced at his friend's bulging belly with his peripheral vision.

Thinking about the age of the emperor and thinking about the age of my own Aze, I finally lowered my head in despair.

She is the same age as Qing Meiren. Although Aze is not as old as the emperor, he is still young.

If she keeps doing this again and again... there's no telling whether she can come back or not. No matter what, she will be the one who delays A Ze for the rest of his life.

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