Madam is a Superstar

Song Qing's eyes flashed, thinking of the tens of thousands of dead souls pointed to by the black iron tablet runes, she clasped her fingers tightly together,

"Well, have fun."

When the group returned to Fengming Palace, the sky was getting dark and they had already had their dinner.

The first important thing is to draw the talisman with blood, in the side hall,

"Tick, tick..."

Scarlet blood dripped onto the small silver cup, and a faint smell of blood could be smelled in the air.

Nangong Yu was standing by, holding wound treatment powder and bandaging gauze in his hands. Looking at this scene, his thin lips pursed, feeling dazzled.

Take enough for half a cup,

Song Qing meekly and obediently stretched out his bleeding hand in front of Nangong Yu. The blood would not solidify so quickly.

Then she looked at it quietly with her long eyelashes lowered and made a comment, "Well, the technique is unfamiliar, for fear of hurting her, every frame of her movements is extremely gentle,

"Donor Huo, I have something to tell you about this black iron tablet."

"Um."

Nangong Yu focused on the work at hand and answered perfunctorily. He was thinking about when to choose the next successor to the priest.

Knowing that what happened back then was a knot in Nangong Yu's heart, before Song Qing spoke, she gently rubbed the man's big head.

"The year and month engraved with runes on the tablet are exactly the year, month and day when our army lost to Dongchen's forces in the two battles five years ago."

Clearly feeling the pause in the straightened fingers wrapped with gauze, he sighed and continued,

"When a person dies, his soul is extinguished, but thousands of people died at Dongchen's hands in the two cities back then. Their cries and resentments before their deaths were enough to form turbid air.

Emperor Dayuan of all dynasties will have a long sword and bow and arrow made of black iron after he ascends the throne. This is known to all countries in the world. "

"Do you still remember the time when the late emperor was angry and used his dark iron sword to cut down the bow and arrow?

If I remember correctly, the handle of the bow and arrow... was cut into a small piece. Afterwards, Father De and his men searched for it but could not find it. "

During that hunting, the late emperor's body was severely damaged due to the accumulated mediocrity and ignorance. However, despite his strong internal strength and martial arts in his prime,

She had already suffered losses due to the love poison day after day and the erosion of chronic poison. In front of the court, civil and military officials, harem concubines and all the palace people,

Unable to draw the dark iron bow and arrow that symbolized the throne, the emperor was disgraced. Even though he asked Eunuch De to explain away the situation by saying that the emperor was unwell,

But everyone knows what is really going on. The first thing the late emperor did after returning to the palace was to pull out the black iron sword and slash at the bow and arrow.

There were not many people present at that time. She, Nangong Yu, Dehong, and two maids were waiting outside.

Nangong Yu's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and the bandage was still very light, "Qingqing suspects that this piece of black iron is the piece that belonged to my father back then."

Song Qing nodded and raised his eyebrows inadvertently, "Xuantie is rare. I have never heard of Xuantie appearing among the people for so many years.

Furthermore, everything depends on cause and effect, and only the black iron of the Nangong family's bloodline can gather the resentment of the people. "

I paused after saying this, and thought of the urgent report of the Hundred Thousand Miles War that had lost two cities in a row from the border that morning.

After the court was over, she left uneasily and returned. She saw Nangong Yu bending down to pick up the battle report that the late emperor had thrown down from the throne in anger.

Holding it tightly in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand burst out. He stood alone in the empty hall and fought for a long time.

When she came out, her eyes were red, and she realized that she was hugging her vigorously, regardless of whether there was someone hiding in the dark around her.

She has been running behind Nangong Yu as long as she can remember. That was the first and only time she saw this man's tears.

So no matter how selfish she was, no matter how much she wanted to leave people in another world and selfishly take them for herself, she didn't say the words "I don't want to go back to Dayuan".

It was also after that day that he, who had always had no intention of competing for the throne, began to participate in the prince's struggle for the throne.

In just half a year, most of the courtiers in the court supported him, and the late emperor died three months later.

Nangong Yu successfully ascended the throne as the new emperor, and the next year he went on a personal expedition. He took back the two cities from Dongchen's hands and shocked Dongchen.

"This tablet was made with care. This small line of runes will direct all these grievances towards the Nangong royal family."

Song Qing's throat was so congested that her voice was inexplicably hoarse. She understood his self-blame and knew that no matter how much comfort he said, it would be in vain.

The long fingers wrapped in gauze stroked the man's handsome brows, hoping to bring some comfort.

"It's our incompetence."

Nangong Yu's voice was very soft, yet as heavy as Mount Tai.

If it were not for the inaction of the rulers, the people would have died tragically and the mountains and rivers would have been shattered.

Dongchen is guilty of great evil, and the royal family is equally guilty.

Song Qing didn't know what to say and didn't know what to say. She moved closer and put her arms around the man's waist without saying anything.

In a moment,

The tip of the wolf brush was stained with blood, and the complicated runes gradually appeared on the black iron tablet one stroke at a time.

The runes drawn with blood quickly penetrated into the black iron, making a more harsh sizzling sound than in the long alleys of West Street.

After drawing three different, complicated and ancient runes, Song Qing stopped. There was not much blood left in the small half bowl of silver cup.

However,

Song Qing looked at this small but complete black iron tablet for a long time, always feeling that he had missed something.

Until late at night, when everyone was falling asleep, something vague in my mind suddenly appeared,

"emperor."

Although I already have the answer in my heart, there are still some things I need to ask clearly before that.

Nangong Yu opened his eyes and stroked Iris Qianxiang's smooth hair with his straight and well-proportioned fingers, "What's wrong? Yu'er is teasing you?"

Through the faint light of palace lanterns and candles outside and the wisps of cold moonlight, we could vaguely see each other's eyes.

However, Song Qing did not dare to look at her because of the speculation in her heart. She buried her face in his warm chest to avoid Nangong Yu's dark eyes.

"Aside from the slow-selling persimmon cakes in West Street in the past few years, is there anything else..."

After saying this, Song Qing was silent, and after a moment of calming down, she changed her question, and the strength of her arms around her narrow waist became a little tighter.

"Have there been any changes in West Street in the past four or five months? For example... the economic development is better than before."

In the lonely night, Nangong Yu narrowed his eyes with a dangerous glare and gave an affirmative answer, "Well, not long after you brought back the small piece of black iron from Yun Xiguan's daughter."

…

The night is as thick as ink, and there are occasional calls of night owls.

The war on the border has started, and the army is walking in the night, trying to rush to support as quickly as possible.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over the stones and inevitably bumped, and there was another frightening night owl cry,

Miaoshui opened and closed his eyes. The weather-beaten color on his kind and shrewd face could not be wiped away, and his hair on the temples became silvery white after a month.

"It's better to tell the child to find it."

He reached into his colorful coat pocket, and this time he took out no candy but a safety buckle. The knot was old,

"Peace is hidden in the safety button. What you have done over the years is enough for the emperor to cut you into pieces. Sister, I wanted to wait until you were gone.

Let the emperor spare you the last bit of dignity for the sake of my sister, and treat it as a fate that ruins the fate of you and me, my sister and brother.

Now it seems that I am afraid that even this last bit of dignity will not be able to protect you. The cycle of karma will bring retribution, and you really cannot violate it. "