Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 365 Big Pig's Hoof

  Song Qing picked up the enlarged version of the handsome face that Lai was laying on his body, and looked at him, feeling quite unbearable.

   "When did I get angry, and when did I start thinking about leaving you?"

   I can see the master and the two elders at a glance, and the black cloud is recovering well, although knowing that Rouyin is entering the palace,

   At that time, there was a little bit of unpleasant feeling in the top of my heart, but when I thought about it, I was relieved quickly,

  Why didn't she, the client, take this matter to heart, but this man was thinking wildly,

   Nangong Yu's long, narrow and dark phoenix eyes are deep and deep, as if he wants to see through the woman's mind through the pair of beautiful eyes in front of him,

   "If you are not angry, how can you change the phoenix robe back to the priest's robe."

   The question was too focused and solemn, and those who didn’t know thought it was examining the prisoner,

  Song Qing rudely pinched the man's ear, her eyes were full of smiles, and her hands were not soft at all.

   "I was watching the sky tonight to pursue a sense of ceremony and solemnity, but it is you, Lord Huo Shi,

   Where is the calmness and restraint of Tongshen? Is it possible that being so nervous is a guilty conscience? "

  Nangong Yu didn't answer, looked at Song Qing's eyes with a relaxed smile and took a few breaths, determined something,

  The tensed jaw from the beginning to the end loosened, and the slender fingertips of the palm were pulled to the thin lips to kiss,

   "No, I'm afraid you are thinking wildly with a child."

  Strong and powerful arms stretched around the waist, and the positions of the two of them were switched with a sideways kung fu.

  Song Qing felt that he was in front of Nangong Yu many times, just like a large doll without weight,

  Whether in another world or in Dayuan, she is more than 1.7 meters tall, and she can barely be considered tall for women.

   Why is there such a lack of presence in front of his man, his long legs move a little,

   He moved down from Nangong Yu and lay on the bed, rolling his eyes gracefully at the inquiring gaze,

   "This position is uncomfortable to lean on, you don't think it makes me panic, but I think it makes me panic,

  I'm pregnant with powder dumplings, don't tell me that your father has forgotten his daughter. "

   "I didn't forget."

  Nangong Yu's throat overflowed with a deep smile, and his big palms went over the lining to touch the slightly bulging belly, coaxing the daughter who had not yet come into the world,

   "Silly."

  Song Qing let out a laugh, it is a lie to say that there is no discomfort at all about Rouyin,

   It is true that this man can think from her point of view and take the initiative to explain the sweetness of sympathy for her,

   I didn't say anything else, I saw Nangongze at noon and the hexagram that I just calculated using blood as a sacrifice, said,

   "You said that since he had no intention of rebelling, what was the reason for that reaction?"

  Bu figured out that Nangongze had no intention of rebelling. She was not surprised, but she was really surprised when she noticed Nangongze's strangeness at noon.

   Who knows that the third prince is indifferent to fame and fortune, and has never participated in the whirlpool of competing for the throne,

   Although he is still in Kyoto, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an idle prince. Nangong Yu once mentioned to let him participate in the early dynasty,

   was politely rejected by Nangong Ze, compared to her, who was lazy in the courtroom,

   is more suitable for the words detached from the world, so she was puzzled by such a reaction at noon.

   "Qingqing also sat down with him in the teahouse and drank tea and tasted sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

  Nangong Yu squinted his eyes, he already had the answer in his heart but didn't open his mouth, he walked up with his big palm uneasy,

   Although it is a punitive action, it is gentle, and it seems that it will be more annoying.

  “?”

   Song Qing glanced at the man with a warning from the corner of his eye, and recalled that he had faced the strong imperial dragon spirit in the past three months,

   The heart attack process that you can see and touch is not enough to eat, especially the frame by frame of the heart attack last night,

   For a moment, her beautiful eyes glanced down with resentment, and her feet under the warm quilt pushed the man next to her outside in coordination.

   "Go away, go away, stay away from me every night from now on..."

  The words stopped abruptly here, without him, just because I remembered that it was getting colder and colder and it was officially winter,

   There is no reason to drive the continuous large heater out, and when he reaches his mouth, he turns a corner, and his strenuous feet are also retracted.

   "Be quiet every night from now on, don't move your feet without my permission, or go back to your Longyin Palace to sleep,

  I know now that I can't seduce me every night with a **** male sex, I really don't know what it means. "

   The darker the night,

  Nangong Yu was very obedient, and did not move his hands, feet or mouth.

  …

   The next day,

  In the study room of Fengming Palace, Song Qing is still a lazy and sleepy cat lying on his side on a soft red sandalwood couch.

   Dressed in a long peony dress dragging the floor by the Empress of the Palace, showing a graceful figure,

   curled up into a tame dark cloud nestled in her arms, and now raised its dark little skull,

   Yangtian yawned, Song Qing's beautiful eyes half-opened and half-closed took the little guy's actions into his eyes,

   Then he was assimilated in a very hopeless manner, he covered his face with his hands and yawned with tears streaming down his eyes.

  The sandalwood table case here,

  Nangong Yu closed the last book, got up and sat down on the edge of the red sandalwood soft couch,

   Xiao Wuyun's closed eyes didn't open, he only moved his nose with black fluff,

   I knew that the approaching person was the big pig's hoof that stole the master, and he shrank back to give up his position.

  Nangong Yu was amused by a cat's reaction to the current affairs. He stretched out his hand and placed his straight fingers on Song Qing's temple to massage with moderate force.

   "Why are you still so sleepy, eh?"

   is a memorial that has been reviewed with ink pen for a long time, the fingers are somewhat stained with a little coldness,

  Song Qing was covered with a warm blanket, such a sudden skin-to-skin contact,

  The fashionable and drowsy beautiful eyes gave birth to a bit of clarity, facing the distant eyes, the end of the raised eyes became more and more provocative,

   "Why am I so sleepy, the emperor has no points in his heart?"

  The emperor laughed in the study, but he did not refute his wife's accusation.

   "In the past few days, there is a batch of military rations that will be sent to the frontier. Do you have anything you want to bring to Shangguan Yao, you can let them take it with you."

   This sentence reminded Song Qing that when he got up from the red sandalwood soft couch, his sleepiness disappeared.

   "Has there been an excerpt made recently to tell you about the unsalable persimmons of the common people?"

  Yesterday Yuaner said that Nanzhuang Teahouse is not only one in Kyoto, so what she saw on West Street was only the tip of the iceberg.

   "Well, what are your good thoughts, Qingqing?"

  Nangong Yu pulled the blanket, the matter at the feet of the emperor was that the subordinate ministers wanted to hide it and could not hide it,

  Nanzhuang Teahouse used to be the property of the Zhao family, but now it has been attributed to the state treasury, so even if you want to pursue it, you can’t pursue it.

   "How about buying persimmons from the common people at a low price in the name of the imperial court and sending them to the frontier as snacks for the soldiers?"

   Seeing Nangong Yu looking at him, Song Qing coughed uncomfortably, she was really thinking about it,

   didn't figure out where the mystery in the persimmon cake was, the little inspiration she received last night seemed to be just passing through her mind in a hurry,

   In a flash, Ying'er disappeared, and after thinking about it, she wanted to understand the mystery in the persimmon cake for her own sake,

   If you think of a way to get rid of the persimmons that the common people can't sell, should, maybe, probably... also be considered a merit?

   (end of this chapter)