Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 339 Thirty Exactly

  The beauty of the cloud is gone, the figure of the plum blossom oil-paper umbrella drifting away is too thin, as if the wind can blow this person away,

   "Meow ooh-"

  Xiao Wuyun stared at the back of Yunmeiren, with a barbed tongue and eyes with a faint green light,

   An Xin's body bowed vigilantly at this moment, if you observe carefully, you can find such a reaction,

   In the banquet hall last night, the reaction to the maid and **** holding the questionable drink and tea was exactly the same,

   Obviously, Yun Mei and Mei Er didn't bring anything except an oil-paper umbrella.

"good."

  Song Qing stroked the hair of the black ball in his arms with his slender fingers, watching the maple tree through the rain screen,

   Yunmei, who stepped out of the gate of the priest's palace, was thoughtful, and the little maid who stayed in the hall beside her,

   told Yuaner what had just happened, Yuaner frowned immediately,

   turned his head and happened to see Song Qing looking at the palace gate in a trance. After a little thought, he came over,

   "Sir, are you caring about what the young master Yun said? In fact, you don't need to care,

  The rumors are rumors, and the slaves believe that the emperor will soon post the emperor list and explain the truth to the people.”

"no."

  Song Qing withdrew his gaze, lifted his feet and went back to the study, without explaining much, he calmed down and ordered casually,

   "You can make a pot of refreshing tea later and bring it here in person."

   I am tired in spring and autumn, so I just have something to ask in private.

   "Sir Xing."

  Yuaner responded without thinking, and soon, with the tea he brewed, he stepped into the study steadily.

  After noon and the autumn rain stopped, every palace, every courtyard, every pavilion in the palace,

  The corners of the cornices are dripping with wet rain, and the sky is gradually clear.

  The precious flowers and trees in the imperial garden, which were damaged by the showers, slowly recovered their vitality towards the sunlight swaying through the clouds.

   Outside the palace, there were rumors of faint kings and monsters, but this time it was calmed down a lot by the posters.

   Longyin Palace,

   When it comes to the imperial palace, the first thing that comes to mind is that it is resplendent and luxurious.

   Of course, there is always some discrepancy between reality and fantasy. When the treasury was vacant for valuable ornaments in the palace,

   The demolition and the demolition ordered by the emperor were sold together, and the proceeds were used as army salaries and emergency waterlogging in the south.

   Now that the treasury is full of palaces, the palace has long been renovated, but the valuable ornaments have not been purchased by the emperor for a long time.

   Up to now, the furnishings and decorations in the palace are but some essential ones,

  The huge palace is especially cold and empty, just like the loneliness of the emperor for the Ninety-Five Supreme, who is so cold and no one around.

   Inside the palace,

   The whisk in the arms of Eunuch De rarely leaves his hand, and he is waiting for the emperor to change his clothes as usual.

   "Your Majesty, you are right, not long after the imperial list was posted, the people under the prime minister started to act, it was nothing more than sending people and the common people to emphasize your personal relationship with the priest,

  The rumors that the imperial list was suppressed were provoked again, causing the people to have different opinions and shaking the hearts of the people. "

   "Let him go."

  Nangong Yu's expression was indifferent, and his handsome face still had the tiredness between his brows that he had just woken up.

   Wearing a black embroidered pine robe, with clear phoenix eyes, tidying up his wide sleeves and asking about the things that are always on his mind,

   "What did the priest do all morning, and what did the doctor woman sent to diagnose the pulse say, why is it uncomfortable?"

   Eunuch De picked up the whisk that was put aside, patted his head when he heard the words, took a step back and bowed,

   "Your Majesty's forgiveness, the old servant forgot to tell you earlier, the priest declined the matter of sending a medical girl to live there,

   The old slave asked the doctor girl to go back to the Imperial Hospital to wait. Your Majesty, what do you think about this...? "

  Nangong Yu lifted Xiangyun and walked out with wide sleeves. Although he didn't say anything, Eunuch De was clear in his heart.

  The emperor just let him listen to the priest, a knowing smile appeared on the old face,

   He was busy lifting his feet to follow in the footsteps of the King of God, and took the time to tell everything that happened in the temple of the priests this morning,

   When talking about Yunmeiren, I expected to see the emperor's lips pursed straight and his eyebrows raised in displeasure,

   "When will the decree of the widow's foot restraint cease to count?"

   "Your Majesty, this Young Master Yun is not on that piece of paper, so the matter of the grounding, Young Master Yun is naturally not included in it." Eunuch De explained truthfully,

  The wind swept the leaves of the phoenix tree, Nangong Yu's eyes were as cool as the wind in the late autumn, and the words were ruthless, "The widow is talking about the entire harem."

   Dean's blessing should be, "Promise."

  …

  When the sun was just right in the afternoon, Song Qingjian received a bouquet of flowers and letter paper from Emperor Ying when he was transcribing and transcribing.

   is still meticulously tied with a dragon pattern silk handkerchief, but this time it is not a rose flower for temporary replacement.

   is a red rose deity with a flaming color, there are at least 30 roses, the letter paper is not much different from the last time,

  Song Qing spread it out and looked at it, the content was unexpectedly romantic: My name was exactly 30 strokes, so I gave myself 30 roses to Qingqing.

   Well, she likes Lord Horsh's earthy words,

  Song Qing gave back seventeen flowers.

   Emperor Shadow: "..."

   He didn't understand why he, who was born for the emperor and will die for the emperor, was often used as a carrier pigeon recently.

   In the blink of an eye, into the night,

   The night was thick like ink, and the palace lanterns were brightly lit until the night was dark, and then went out again.

  From the bright interweaving of the bright galaxy to the sparsely scattered lights,

   "squeak-"

   The person who should come has come, fell into the arms of the broad lingering ambergris and even the usual deep kiss,

   After a kiss, Song Qing stopped the man who wanted to slap him across the board and walk to the bed.

   Meeting You Yuan's eyes, he couldn't help laughing, reached out and patted Nangong Yu's rock-solid chest,

   "Go somewhere with me, come back and want to kiss you again, soon."

  Nangong Yu glanced out the window and stretched out his hand to see the dark sky, and raised his eyebrows, "It's very late, where do you want to go?"

   "You'll know when you go."

  Song Qing smiled a little, not knowing how to describe what she saw to Lord Huo Shi.

   After half a cup of tea,

   The couple appeared in the Liyuan where Yun Meiren lived, and the status of the beauty was really not high.

   There are only two palace servants in the yard at night, and they don’t even have to bother to locate the dummy points of the two.

  Because the two palace servants were already leaning against the door of the house, their necks tucked into the jackets they wore in autumn, and they slept soundly.

   "Tsk."

  Song Qing tutted softly, just in case, she went over to tap the dummy points of the two to make them sleep more deeply,

   Then he pulled Nangong Yu, who was frowning, and walked straight to the study room he spied on.

   As for Yunmei in the room, if she wakes up, someone will handle it, so don’t worry about them.

   After going in, I took out the small night pearl that I put in my hand. The slightly weak light can vaguely see the scene in the study.

  The peeped pictures are far from the visual impact brought by real seeing,

   Song Qing looked at the picture scrolls in the room, her red lips pursed in silence for a while, her eyes were placed on the desk,

   transferred to the pictures that were thrown on the ground, bent over, picked up one of the pictures, the flowers and trees in the painting,

  Everything that happened that was staged overlapped with the memories in my mind, except of course, that the heroine was not her.

   "Your Majesty, do you look familiar?"

  Song Qing poked Nangong Yu's arm with the scroll in his hand, and handed the painting over.

   The interesting jokes blurted out, after all, these happened before the two of them went to another world,

   Both of them were almost forgotten, but someone remembered it so clearly for them, and they kept it in the form of a painting.

   (end of this chapter)