Madam is a Superstar

Chapter 534: Finale

"Yeeeeeeeeeeee~"

Let's talk about the Fengming Palace, Nangong Wuyu Xiaotuanzi who doesn't know where his father, mother, queen and brother have gone today,

Lying on my own pear wood crib, the voice of milk is singing baby songs,

Hearing the sound of drums and horns, the little guy's ears perked up, like a cute little white rabbit.

"Didn't you scare our Yu'er, it's your father and emperor holding a conferment ceremony for your mother, we don't have to be afraid."

Grandma Song was afraid that her great-granddaughter would be frightened, so she picked up the child and patted the baby gently,

Originally, she was supposed to go to the granddaughter's conferment ceremony, but she didn't worry about leaving the child alone for the palace people to see, so she stayed.

It's the same when the old man comes back and talks to himself carefully. The old man doesn't understand that there are in-laws.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!!"

Zai Zai, who has just turned one year old, can't understand, but it doesn't prevent her from learning and entertaining herself.

This made Grandma Song very amused, her bad girl was right, Wu Yu, this kid is very courageous,

They are not afraid of thunder in rainy days, and the more they listen, the more energetic they become, the happier they want to go out to play. Yuer is the only doll like this.

The post-sealing ceremony is grand but not cumbersome,

The sound of drums and long beeps soon faded away, Nangong Wuyu blinked his naturally curly eyelashes,

I didn't understand why I stopped knocking, so I turned my head to look at Grandma Song, puzzled,

"Dong dong babble?"

Grandma Song watched the child grow up little by little, she pursed her lips and smiled, "It's almost over, and they will be back after your father and mother."

Nangong Wuyu Xiaotuanzi was ignorant, and then held her pink and tender face in her soft hands, her milk voice was happy, "Mother~"

Selectively ignoring and ignoring the little padded jacket that filters out the father and the emperor and leaks the air.

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noon,

Song Qing let Yuan'er take off the extravagant and cumbersome scarlet wedding dress for herself, looked at the noon sun,

It can be regarded as a deep understanding of the feelings of the third prince and Ah Yao at the beginning. When they get married, they always wear wedding clothes and enter the bridal chamber.

The results of it,

Alas, that's all, maybe this is the so-called feng shui turn.

"Your Majesty, don't sigh. Today is the day of great joy between you and the emperor, so be happy."

"Well, let's put away this hilarious costume. It's true that it's cumbersome and looks good. It's a pity that I only wear it this time."

Song Qing didn't mean to explain, and brushed her hand over the lifelike phoenix soaring on the robe,

There was an unconcealable look of regret on her glamorous face, if it wasn't so cumbersome, it would be fine to wear in daily life, she also loved red clothes.

at night,

The night in midsummer is not so quiet, the sound of running water on the rockery in the front yard of Fengming Palace,

A gust of cool evening wind blew by, bringing the clusters of rose bushes in full bloom to sway slightly,

While rolling up the refreshing and light floral fragrance, it also makes the two figures cuddling each other in the shadow of the flowers more pleasing to the eye,

in the rosebush,

The swing was originally prepared for the fans, but now let the couple sit,

"It's late at night, the two of us sitting here are not afraid of frightening the palace servants who wake up at night."

Song Qing leaned on Nangong Yu's shoulder, smelling the fragrance of roses and looking at the stars all over the sky,

Saying this on the mouth, the love that is entangled and growing in the heart can never deceive anyone,

Since Ying'er was born, the two of them seldom have time alone except at night.

Waiting for the little girl Changying to go to the Imperial College with a small backpack on her back to go to school, and then welcome the fans again.

Now think about it,

At the beginning, this man was unwilling to let her conceive a fan dumpling in every possible way, probably because of this.

"If you're so timid, you don't have to stay in the palace to serve."

The wind that blows over in the midsummer night carries the sultry heat that has not dissipated during the day, but the emperor's voice is cold and piercing, but fortunately it is fleeting.

Nangong Yu didn't know what to recall, the tenderness between the awe-inspiring three-dimensional browbones was even worse,

With a big, dry palm, he firmly grasped his wife's soft hand and opened his lips, "Qingqing, you still remember our childhood."

Song Qing's tear mole rose, and she did not shy away from mentioning the embarrassing thing about being dependent on Nangong Yu when she was still a baby,

"Of course I remember, but now that I think about it, I was really smart. I hugged my thighs right when I was young."

under the bright moonlight,

Nangong Yu shook his head and laughed, and put a feather-like kiss on Song Qing's forehead, extremely gentle, "No, it was Qingqing who saved me, and thank you Qingqing for not leaving me behind."

I have many thoughts,

With this kiss, I went back to the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month of that year, the snow was extraordinarily heavy that year,

The heavy snow covered the world with a layer of silver frost, oh, the cold wind whizzed through every corner of the palace,

There are charcoal fires for heating in the master's palace, but the dilapidated cold palace has no warmth at all.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

In the old palace house, the woman coughed and suppressed,

This made the little boy who was boiling water in the kitchen more anxious, adding firewood to the burning fire piece by piece,

Soon the thick smoke came out and the boy coughed, and the pair of unusually determined black eyes,

He was also reddened by the smoke, and the tears were about to fall, but the boy held back,

I realized that I was impatient and shouldn't add so much firewood at once. I was afraid that the fire would become smaller and smaller.

Hastily pulled out some firewood, endured the discomfort and bent down to blow the fire more vigorously,

The hard work pays off, and the fire becomes bigger, and the cold water in the pot is boiled soon.

There are only a few cracked broken porcelain bowls in the cold palace, but the boy washes them clean,

"Crackling."

The boy carefully pushed open the dilapidated door with half a bowl of boiling hot water. The door made a rough and unpleasant sound.

"Cough cough, A Yu cough cough."

The beautiful woman on the bed forced her sickly body to sit up, and her eyes turned red when she saw her son who was dressed so thinly that his ears were red.

"Mother, don't move."

The young Nangong Yu's voice was immature, but she had a tenacity that ordinary children did not have.

Song Dai also knew that there was nothing she could do to help her now, so she could only obediently stay still and make less trouble for her son.

Looking at the steaming half bowl of hot water, an unspeakable bitterness filled the corner of his mouth.

"Mother, please drink some water to warm your body, be careful of burning."

Nangong Yu handed over the hot water, and asked the queen mother to pay attention to the position of the gap in the bowl before withdrawing her hand in peace.

Song Dai was indeed thirsty, she picked up the bowl and put it to her mouth and blew on a sip of hot water,

Xu was frozen for too long, she could clearly feel where the water flowed to her body,

Thinking of his son's red ears from the cold, he hurriedly handed over half a bowl of water in his hand,

"Ayu, drink it too, warm your body and see you are cold, with these ears and this face..."

Song Dai's eyes were sore, and she wiped away the black marks on her son's face with her cold fingers.

"We, Ayu, have become cats. It's useless to be the mother's queen. If it's not for the mother's obsession, you are the eldest son of our Dayuan emperor, so you don't need to suffer like this."

Nangong Yu shook his head, and wiped away Song Dai's rolling tears with his little hands that had just been warmed by the fire and now slowly turned cold.

"A Yu is not bitter. If there is no mother, there will be no me. The mother does not have to blame herself."

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