Madam is a Superstar

"Princess."

He stood up and took a few steps forward, taking the cloak thrown by Nangong Haitang out of habit.

Cui'er kept in mind what the princess told her, hurriedly ran over to Wu Jing, stretched out her hand and whispered,

"Master Wu, please come and get it."

Wu Jing understood what Cui Er was worried about, and handed the cloak embroidered with crabapple flowers to Cui Er, then walked back to the window seat and sat down.

"Deng!"

The teapot made heavy contact with the table and made a sound. Nangong Haitang was obviously in a bad mood.

He didn't drink the tea he poured, just pursed his lips and stared at Wu Jing with a pair of beautiful almond eyes.

moment,

"Princess……"

Wu Jing was the first to speak but was interrupted by Nangong Haitang, his tone full of irritation and anger, "You are going to fight in the border, aren't you?!"

Nangong Haitang's beautiful face is still noble, proud and aloof, cultivated by the environment of a princess of a country.

But in those almond-shaped eyes, there was a hint of red clumsily concealed in the corners of the eyes.

"yes."

This single word is as heavy as a thousand pounds. Under the desk, Wu Jing's palms placed on his knees are clenched into fists, and blue veins can be seen popping out.

If he didn't just hold the position of martial arts bachelor, he would not be able to catch the eyes of Concubine Yan, and he would also be wronged by her status as a princess.

"You bastard!"

Nangong Haitang stood up suddenly and slapped Wu Jing on the face with all his strength.

"Snapped!"

The sound of crisp slaps echoed in the private room. Cui'er took two steps back holding her princess's cloak. She held her breath and watched this scene with her eyes wide open.

Not only Tweety,

Ning An, who had been guarding the door, also heard the slap and tightened his grip on the sword.

In his early nineteen years, the dull young man, who has never had any personal experience with love, now has a preliminary understanding of women:

Women, so scary.

"Wu Jing, you are a reckless man who only has force for nothing, you bastard!"

Nangong Haitang could no longer hold back her tears, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably because of anger and sadness.

The hand that slapped Wu Jing was particularly trembling. Not only that, the palm of his hand was burning because of too much force.

Wu Jing didn't say a word, it was his fault first. That day he heard that the Queen Mother was holding a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet in the harem.

The purpose is to choose a consort for the princess, lest she marry someone else like this.

Knowing that the emperor and the fifth prince valued his talents, he hurriedly went to the emperor to express his feelings and asked for a place in the banquet.

Seeing that she was so disgusted with him, he thought he would never have another chance. Who would have thought that they met by chance at the theater that day, and they met again...

Wu Jing stood up and came to Nangong Haitang. He cast his eyes on Nangong Haitang's slightly trembling hand hanging by his side and avoided answering.

"Does it hurt?"

"Answer me, princess!"

Nangong Haitang trembled even more violently, feeling aggrieved and angry as never before.

At the same time, I was ashamed of my uncontrollable trembling reaction when I was angry. It was like this every time. I really had no momentum at all.

I really want to yell loudly to show my anger, but I still remember that I am the princess of Dayuan, and I cannot be embarrassed when I go out and embarrass the royal family.

Nangong Haitang bit her lip, trying to control herself not to tremble so much, lowering her voice and asking angrily,

"You've known for a long time that this day would come, right? You've known for a long time that the Great Emperor Brother would send you to fight in the border, right?

Then why did you come to provoke me? What are you doing, dancing with the sword at the chrysanthemum viewing banquet to show your feelings for me?

Why have you treated me so well these past few months? Do you know that the battlefield is dangerous? Do you know that you may not come back from this trip? ! "

This damn warrior!

This damn fool!

What do you think you are? If you don’t have a heart or your heart is made of stone, I have been treating her so well and being tolerant and considerate for several months.

She is a human being, a flesh-and-blood person, and she is in the age of the girl's pregnancy!

Now that she is fine, she is happy with him, and her whole heart is focused on this reckless man.

And what about this reckless man?

If you say go to the border to fight, go to the border and fight. If you say leave her, then leave her.

Thinking of these,

Nangong Haitang's tears fell even more fiercely. She bent over and picked up the tea cup filled with tea on the table.

I wanted to pour tea on Wu Jing, but I found that I couldn't be cruel.

The tears fell even more fiercely, and I drank the tea completely in one breath.

After drinking, I shed tears and burped. I was so embarrassed that I squatted on the ground and hugged my knees while crying.

"Ugh...Nangong Haitang, you are a good-for-nothing, but you are just a reckless man who can make you so sad.

All the handsome young masters in the capital who like you will line up from the gate of the Fifth Prince’s Mansion to the gate of the city.

You had to disobey your mother and concubine and hang out with this powerful martial artist all day long. Now you’re fine, you’ve been bullied and you have nowhere to say it, right?”

Nangong Haitang was crying and talking, and she was complaining about herself. From time to time, she could not control her crying and burping.

Wu Jing knelt down on one knee and half-crouched beside Nangong Haitang. Hearing this, Wu Jing sighed deeply.

Looking back at Cui'er, who was standing at a loss with her cloak in her hands, wanting to come over but not daring to come over.

"I want to hold Princess for a while, and return it to you when I'm done coaxing you. When you get back, you should know what you should and shouldn't say to outsiders."

To outsiders, not in front of others.

Wu Jing has deep inner strength, and he has always known about the existence of several people secretly protecting Nangong Haitang.

"W-what..."

Cui'er stumbled and replied. The teenage girl was a little confused now. She seemed to understand but not understand.

W-what does it mean to hold the princess for a while, wait until the princess stops crying, and then give it back to her?

Just because Wu Jing is patient with Nangong Haitang does not mean that he is patient with Cui Er and repeats his words.

"Ugh, Hiccup, you reckless man, what are you doing..."

Nangong Haitang's words stopped abruptly, because she was petite and half-crouched on the ground.

Wu Jing directly picked up Nangong Haitang from the ground like an adult picking up a child.

"You, you put me down."

Being held by Wu Jing in such a shameful way, Nangong Haitang's whole face was on fire.

Although the coat and skirt she wore in spring were still stuffed with cotton wool, she could still clearly feel the big hands holding her buttocks.

"Don't cry. I will do my best to save my life and come back with fame to marry you."

The most unshakable word was a promise, and it was also the first time Wu Jing expressed his feelings so frankly after the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet.

"you you……"

Wu Jing's warm breath sprayed on the back of his neck, making Nangong Haitang's already red face turn even redder.

Your heart was beating fast and you were speechless and couldn't say anything else.

And Cui Er,

From the moment Wu Jing picked up Nangong Haitang, his face was red, frightened and afraid, and he turned around tightly holding the cloak.

O-god...

She, what did she see? How could Mr. Wu hug the princess like that?

The more I thought about Tweety, the more frightened she became. Finally, she closed her eyes so that her ears would not listen, and kept silently reciting one sentence in her heart:

I saw nothing and heard nothing, saw nothing and heard nothing...

About half a quarter of an hour later,

After the quarrel, the lovers expressed their heartfelt regrets to each other. Nangong Haitang stopped crying and still let Wu Jing hold her in her arms.

He glanced at Cui'er, who was holding her cloak and facing away from them, and curled her lips without saying anything.

He held Wu Jing's thick palms with both hands, and from time to time he used his nails to poke a few rough calluses, and after a long time he asked what he wanted to ask the most,

"What do you mean by what you just said...come back with fame to marry me?

Did someone say something to you, or did my mother-in-law have someone look for you in private? "