Madam is a Superstar

Nangong Yu quickly ate the lotus root slices, and answered by lifting the jug beside him,

"Perhaps the old priest was in a hurry to go back to Beijing to hold Ying'er, and he rushed all the way non-stop overnight."

The corners of the mouth are raised upwards, obviously in a good mood at the moment.

Song Qing raised her beautiful eyes, cast an angry look, put the beef roll cooked in her small hot pot into Nangong Yu's small bowl,

"Don't be so talkative."

Seeing the man filling the wine bottle with spirits, he frowned subconsciously, "Drink less, you don't drink often, and drinking too much will hurt your health."

Then she looked away cruelly, as for why she was cruel, because she was greedy for alcohol, she almost forgot how long she hadn't tasted alcohol,

The little rice wine in the ginger wine chicken sent by the imperial dining room is not considered wine at all to her, an alcoholic.

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At night, the stars and the moon are intertwined, and the night in early May is particularly pleasant. The rows of palace lanterns in the corridor of Fengming Palace are extinguished as the emperor goes to bed,

under the bed curtain,

Song Qing kept getting close to her man, and would come to kiss him from time to time,

Rubbing the thin lips with fingertips, the tear mole at the end of the eyes of a beautiful face is very seductive,

"Huo benefactor, do you know that you smell very fragrant tonight?"

After the words fell, there was another round of long and passionate kisses.

When the two lips parted, then the moonlight swayed into the room of the bedroom through the hollow window lattice, and the faces of each other's eyes could be vaguely seen,

Nangong Yu's big palm was broad and thick, with a dry and warm palm, holding half of the side face of the woman he loved, greedily sucking the soft red lips again,

"Why? But now Qingqing is particularly pleased with me?"

The man takes the initiative to initiate a demanding kiss, always strong yet gentle and long-lasting,

Song Qing was defeated, the kiss was over, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she adjusted her slightly disordered breathing as usual,

Although I gradually got used to it day after day, I still couldn't help but feel a little bit angry.

Therefore, knowing what the answer Huo Benefactor wanted to hear was not to say it, but he lay down on the bed to distance himself.

"Thinking too much, it's purely because you drank wine, and there is a residual taste of wine on your lips."

hiss,

I really miss those years of wanton drinking, when will this confinement be my head.

With a flick of Nangong Yu's arm, he easily pulled the person back into his arms, and gently sniffed the light fragrance in the black hair and black hair with his chin,

"I have good news to share with Qingqing."

good news?

"Well, let's hear it."

Song Qing returned in a perfunctory and careless manner, unable to think of any good news recently. Their Dayuan cavalry broke through the gate of Dongchen Capital City?

Nangong Yu didn't say anything immediately, after a long time, a kiss fell on the forehead in his arms, "Forget it, I'll talk to Qingqing later, soon."

Song Qing's eyelids twitched, and she poked her face out of Qinglie Ambergris's broad embrace, and her hands were skillfully pinched around the man's ears,

"Huo benefactor, it's not a good habit to tease people's appetites. What do you do after opening your mouth? Really, what should I do if I can't sleep tonight?"

The movements of one front and one back are a bit big, and the snow-white undershirt on his body is loosely tied with a belt for comfort.

After doing this, a large piece of beautiful scenery under the underwear was revealed instantly, and Nangong Yu's dark and long phoenix eyes were suddenly deep,

"It's okay, I'll help Qingqing."

As the night grew thicker, Song Qing had only one thought in his mind,

That is to cut off the rations of Huo Benefactor, a shameless big boy, absolutely.

the next day,

She slept a little late last night, Song Qing woke up a little later than usual even though the sun was not high.

Yuan'er brought the palace servants in with the washing things, and also brought in the news of Miaoshui's return to the palace.

Song Qing's last trace of drowsiness dissipated in an instant, and she rubbed a few acupuncture points with her fingertips to make herself more awake, "Master has come?"

Yuan'er shook his head, "Not yet, ma'am, the old priest and the others have not been in the palace for long, and the slaves have just been asked to inquire again.

Xiao Yuzi said that the old priest went back to the priest's hall after meeting the emperor, and never came out after entering the side hall. "

Side hall?

Song Qing's mole of tears raised slightly, the side hall was the room she and the old woman vacated for divination and drawing, and it was also a place to release the turbid air.

Could it be...?

Think back to what I suspected and doubted before, and then think about the so-called 'good news' that Nangong Yu mentioned last night

The answer is ready to come out, so Master has brought back turbidity from the frontier battlefield?

The reason why it is associated with turbid air is because the frontier has always been the place where frictions and wars between countries are the most frequent.

The accumulated killings over time are naturally extremely heavy, and the possibility of foul air in places with heavy killings is of course also high.

Now that Miaoshui has returned, all guesses and doubts will be answered soon.

After Song Qing simply dressed and washed, the first thing she saw when she stepped out of the bedroom door was Miaoshui in the front yard of Fengming Palace.

The little old lady was still wearing the colorful beggar gang uniform, but it looked brand new, so it should be the new clothes just put on.

"Hey, isn't this just a coincidence, why am I still looking at the old woman in a daze, and I don't know what it's like to be a teacher after I haven't seen the child for a few months?"

Miaoshui's voice came before the person arrived, with a familiar tone of familiar disgust,

But there is something strange in his eyes, hey, he really gave birth to the baby, look at Tuer's stomach is gone and flat.

"Where's the baby you gave birth to? It's still sleeping or something. If you haven't slept, take it out and show it to the teacher.

Oops, it's so rare, my old lady, the little dolls I brought up with one hand are now giving birth to my own little dolls. "

In just such a short time of Song Qing's ecstasy, Miaoshui has already arrived at the door of the palace room with swift legs and feet.

Looking past Yuan'er, they looked inside, but they didn't go in directly.

Yuan'er smiled, "Old priest, the little prince has woken up, and is being entertained by the old lady in the warm pavilion in the hall."

"That's a good thing." Miao Shui said and walked towards the hall, but she didn't have the slightest curiosity about who the old lady Yuan'er was talking about.

Her body is very advanced, how could she not know that her apprentice opened the formation to cross over to another world?

Song Qing hurriedly caught up with the little old lady, grabbed Miaoshui's thin shoulders and asked caringly, "Where did Master get hurt during this trip?"

"Go, go, can you child look forward to ordering something for the teacher?"

Miao Shui didn't pat his apprentice's hand away, but instead asked about Song Qing's childbirth.

As soon as the master and apprentice arrived at the entrance of the hall, they met Mrs. Huo who was delighted to hear Miaoshui's voice.

"Master, it's really you! I thought I heard it wrong! Are you coming back from over there? Are you okay all the way back? Have you eaten yet?"

The old lady was very happy to see Miaoshui. Although Master Miaoshui was also from here, the first time the two met was always with them.

"Okay, okay, okay, old lady, I haven't eaten yet, sister, have you ever eaten? How about you, are you used to living in the palace?"

Miaoshui is also a master of socializing, he can chat with anyone he meets, and the two old people quickly warmed up and walked in while talking about the past.