Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 348 Greetings to the Empress

  The husband and wife had breakfast together in the Queen Mother's Palace before leaving, and Xiao Wuyun left alone with a cat,

   First, because the queen mother liked it too much, and secondly because the cat was too greedy for dry food, Rong mama sent it to the gate of the palace,

   After watching the emperor's guard of honor disappear at the corner of the palace wall, he walked back and entered the hall to see that the master was still playing with the cat,

   smiled, not complaining because he was kept in the dark, but happy for the master from the bottom of his heart,

   walked over and consciously pinched his shoulders for the queen mother, without asking any more questions, just talking about himself,

   "Master, the matter of the Zhao family is over, but I want the ancestral hall to talk to the late emperor."

  The Queen Mother waved her hand, her face was obviously aged in her 40s, but she did not change her smile when she lay down on her belly and let her stroking the dark clouds.

   "Forget it, it's no longer the same person or what it looked like back then. Since someone told him about it, why should Aijia join in the fun?"

  It has been more than 20 years, thinking about the old love has long been invisible and intangible,

   Even resentment and hatred faded away day after day, year after year,

   The grievances and fate between myself and Chang Su in this life are considered clear to this day, and if there is an afterlife, there is no need to meet them again.

   "No." Rong mama replied in a low voice, the master really let it go,

   If the master and the sons are still there, I don’t know how happy they should be,

  Cining Palace is bleak in autumn,

  Some infatuation and resentment, along with a gust of wind rolling withered and yellow leaves, quietly dissipated.

  …

   Imperial study room,

  The refreshing incense in the incense burner is lingering, intertwined with the incense of ink that seems to be absent in the room,

  Song Qing had a stunning face, lying on Nangong Yu's broad shoulders across the nanmu chair, watching the man draw with ink pen.

   The whole person looks a bit boring and lazy, but the eye-catching tear moles with a smile can't deceive people,

   One is that the people who came to the palace on the way were shocked when they saw a ghost, it was really funny, and the other one,

  “What~”

   The flaming red lips of Kung Fu, which tilted his head, are printed on Nangong Yujun's handsome face like a god,

   Sure enough, it still feels good to have this man aboveboard, tsk, wonderful.

   "Multiple parents."

  Nangong Yu's **** and mellow laughter was delighted, and the ink pen that fell in his hand became more and more flowing.

   What is depicted in the scroll is nothing else, but the scene where the two of them are leaning against each other right now.

  “What~”

  Song Qing is not polite. In the Queen Mother's Palace, he still thinks that Lord Huo Shi is a **** demon,

   At this moment, he was actually enjoying it, Meimu followed the nib of the Langhao Pen on the white rice paper, jokingly,

   "Do you still care about those paintings? You locked her up and asked where the mother was, and the magic of witchcraft. Who did she learn from?"

  According to Yuan’er, Yun Meiren’s father and brother were not of high rank in the court, and no one in the family knew witchcraft.

   I just don't know if Yun Meiren's father and brother were involved in the Zhao family incident this time.

   "The people who were sent to Yunfu didn't ask or find anything. No hurry, there is time."

   To resist the outside, you must first settle the inside,

  It has been four years, which is still a long time. Fortunately, it is not too late to start the war next year.

   "Want to fight Dongchen, eh?"

  Song Qing tightened his arms around the man's stalwart, strong body, and was reluctant to recall the incident of Nangong Yuyu's personal expedition a few years ago.

   Especially now that she is carrying powder dumplings, she is even more reluctant to watch Nangong Yu take risks on the battlefield.

   Sensing the unease of his beloved woman, Nangong Yu stopped painting and placed the wolf brush on the inkstone, leaning his broad body against the nanmu seat,

  The palm of the hand took advantage of the situation and dragged half of Song Qing's side face, pinched the smooth cheek, and said warmly,

   "Come here, husband and sit on your lap."

  Song Qing pouted, although it was announced to the world, but it was not officially married yet. These few days and nights, it was a smooth mouth for a queen and a husband.

  Thinking like this, my body still obeyed my heart and came to Nangong Yu's thigh to sit down,

  Two weak and boneless arms wrapped around the man's neck, fingertips fiddling with ink hair,

   "Do you still want to go on an expedition in person? If you want, you should prepare what you need to prepare before the war begins.

   Didn't you start to search the belongings of the Zhao family and those ministers? The weapons and horses in the barracks should be replaced with new ones that should be reserved in advance. "

   It is true that she does not want to let this man take risks, but it is not good to restrain anything in the name of love.

   She understood what Da Yuan meant to Nangong Yu, and also understood that Dongchen was a thorn in her heart for Nangong Yu,

   It's not because of the late emperor. The relationship between this man and the late emperor has not been good since he was five years old.

   It was because the two cities in that battle were always a great shame to the Nangong royal family.

   "Don't go."

   The short two words made Song Qing stunned, and the fingertips fiddling with ink hair paused,

  Nangong Yu let out a low chuckle from his throat, and patted the woman's buttocks soothingly,

   "This time is different from what it used to be. If there are so many generals in the DPRK now that I want to recruit them personally, then what's the use of raising them."

  Song Qing's long eyelashes blinked as if it was true, and she instantly relaxed and sweetly wrapped around her heart,

   Clinging on his broad shoulders, he put his flaming red lips together, and gave a warm kiss that silently expressed his joy,

   was scared to death, she didn't want to be a widow, and she didn't want Fan Tuanzi to have no father.

   One kiss,

  Nangong Yuxiu's straight fingers caressed Song Qing's cheek with pity, and his long, dark eyes looked into the bottom of his beautiful eyes,

   There is a deep feeling like the sea, but also a moving expression, the protruding Adam's apple slides up and down, hoarse and confusing,

   "Not afraid."

  …

  The Zhao family has a great career, plus several other ministers who participated in it,

  Shangguan Hong led people to search for seven days before turning over all the property related to the treason minister to the state treasury.

  In Fengming Palace,

   A bunch of roses in excellent bloom are piled up, surrounding the rockery and flowing water in the courtyard,

  The warm sun at the end of October reflects on the delicate petals, as if a layer of gold borders are placed on them.

   "Concubine, etc., please give the Queen's concubine good wishes, and the concubine is blessed and safe."

   A tidy greeting, the first time it rang out in the huge Fengming Palace, it immediately startled a few kingfishers resting on the scarlet palace wall,

   "Get up."

  Song Qing was wearing a black phoenix robe that symbolized the empress's noble status. She supported the armrest of the seat with one hand, pressed her eyebrows and felt a headache.

   "Thank you, Empress."

  The concubines should have stopped copying Buddhist scriptures to repent, but because of the empress dowager, the queen mother suggested that the ban should be lifted in advance.

   Also, let the concubines come to greet the queen Song Qing, the harem has changed.

   It’s always hard to let the people in it not know the truth, and then because of the Zhao family’s rebellion,

   The number of concubines in the harem has also decreased by more than half, and now there are only more than twenty people left.

   These concubines and concubines are still in the courtroom, and they are all loyal and devoted to serving the court.

  The queens are sealed and they won't let their daughter out, which will inevitably make people feel chilled.

   The concubines looked at Song Qing, who was wearing a phoenix robe, and looked a little cramped with his head down.

  Secondly, it was a guilty conscience about poisoning, and thirdly, there were less than half of the harem sisters on weekdays,

   I was afraid that the next person to be kicked out of the palace would be me, so how could I not be embarrassed.

"sit down."

  Song Qing has no habit of taking the initiative to make things difficult for others, not to mention that these concubines will leave the palace soon if there is no accident, there is really no need to do anything.

   (end of this chapter)