Madam is a Superstar

  Chapter 375 Irreplaceable Romance

  Fuyin was stunned for a while, then returned to his senses after a while, and smiled at Song Qing, who was dressed in a queen's costume.

   "If Niangniang doesn't dislike the courtroom's Fengyuelou, it's a place that doesn't enter the mainstream, so naturally it's lacking."

   In this way, the negotiation is done.

  …

   into the night,

   After the couple took a bath together, they didn't go back to the bed in the inner room as early as usual to sleep.

   The night pearl Huaguang in the first room of the bedroom reflects the shadows of the husband and wife behind the golden nanmu table.

  Song Qing took the initiative to mention the matter of taking a stake in Fengyuelou, which was not something worth concealing.

   "When my grandparents get used to living in the palace, I plan to go out of the palace to buy a few more shops, and wait until the next year to give birth to the dumplings.

   Open another fortune-telling shop, open once a month and count five people each time, what do you think? "

  Song Qing's lazy cat snuggled up against Nangong Yu's hard chest, feeling the warm body temperature and the sound of her heartbeat through the black lining.

   played with his fingers on the man's falling strands of black hair, and explained his plans one by one.

   Nangong Yu's long, narrow and pitch-black eyes deepened, he put down the military book he was reading halfway through,

   He leaned back against the seat with his broad back, and with a little force he put the woman in his arms around his thighs,

   "Why are you suddenly interested in Fengyuelou and these?"

  Song Qing's long eyelashes trembled slightly, let alone face to face with Nangong Yu's eyes,

  There are some words that I really can't say, so I leaned forward for a moment in silence and looked away,

  Clapped his hands on his shoulders, rubbed his glamorous and flamboyant face, and answered nonchalantly,

   "Husband, I'm sleepy, shall we go to sleep?"

   Soft and squeamish, only when the bed is too full of love to beg for mercy,

   It is only used when making mistakes and trying to fool around with acting like a spoiled child. The ghost knows what she is guilty of, and she has done nothing wrong, right?

  Thinking of this,

  Song Qing couldn't help sighing in her heart, she was really becoming more and more useless in front of this man, how could she be eaten to death?

"Ok."

   Unusually, Nangong Yu didn't ask any further questions, and grabbed the woman's **** with a big palm,

   Keeping the original posture of the two of them is like holding a child, holding the person easily and walking inside,

   The brilliance of the night pearl in the palace of the Empress and Empress was quickly annihilated. Tonight, Nangong Yu bullied the beloved woman extraordinarily ruthlessly.

   Mingming took into account the fact that the powder dumplings had not made the final step, and still let Song Qing's red eyes overflowing with lovely tears,

   "Song Qing, don't you love me anymore, eh?"

   In the thick night of autumn night, Nangong Yu's mellow, overly **** and hoarse voice rang in his ears,

  Song Qing was very tired, and when he heard the words, his anger rose from his heart and wished that he could not hold his hands...!

   Fortunately, there is still a trace of reason, and it is myself who really ruins the rest of my life and regrets it.

   The next day,

  Song Qing got up a little late, took a petal bath early in the morning under Yuan'er's service,

  Fortunately, the effect is good. After coming out of the bathing pool, my exhaustion has disappeared a lot.

   "Niangniang, do you want the slave maid to ask the doctor to come and give you a fetal pulse?"

   Yuan'er blushed from beginning to end, the maid who came to serve in front of Empress of the Harem, although she was not recruited,

   The grandma in the palace has mentioned a little about this, so I looked a little worried,

   After all, Niangniang is more cautious with her body right now. Speaking of which, she can't have **** with a child, right?

   "No, myself..."

  Song Qing thinks about his poor academic skills in those years, at most he can call him a half-hearted medical skill.

   Recalling the frame by frame of Nangong Yu's over-fire last night, he turned a corner when he came to his mouth,

   "Bengong will go to the priest's hall after a while, and let the master take the pulse. You can ask Xiao Caizi to take someone to prepare the carriage. I don't want to move around more today."

   If she hadn't been woken up by hunger, she really wanted to sleep forever.

   "No."

  The medical skills of the old priests are comparable to those of the imperial physicians and female doctors in the Tai Hospital, so Yuan’er also readily agrees when she thinks about it.

   Then, thinking that no one found out, he quietly glanced at Song Qing's two long straight and fair legs,

   quickly moved away, with a round face full of worry, concern and temptation,

   "Niangniang, you...will the aisle hurt, will the aisle help you back to the bedroom,

  The servants will bring the food to you, then take a rest for half a day, and it's not too late to get up again. "

  Thinking about what she saw when she was waiting for the empress to take a bath, Yuaner felt that the emperor was really too unafraid of people.

  Song Qing's delicate red lips tugged lightly, knowing that the little girl had misunderstood... it's not,

   I can only say that I have misunderstood but not completely misunderstood.

   "No, it's not like this."

   is just a little tired, plus she is getting more and more lazy.

   The time for breakfast has long passed, and it is better to have this caring little maid, Yuan’er,

   I was deeply afraid that the pregnant lady would get up and starve to eat again.

  Boiled a pot of water in the small kitchen, and warmed the delicate and delicious side dishes through the water,

   After the meal, Song Qing felt that after taking a bath, her whole body had regained a lot of energy.

   Halfway through, the sound of saluting and footsteps coming in from the front yard was heard.

   Soon the door of the dining room was knocked softly. It was Eunuch De, who always had a seven-point smile on his face.

   "The old slave sees the Empress."

   Eunuch De smiled with an old face, and the whisk in his arms seemed to be growing on his body.

   followed by a little **** with a name or something, because Dehong was following Nangong Yu every day,

   It's hard for Song Qing to give a good face at this moment, and her voice is a little colder than usual.

   "What's the matter?"

   Eunuch De could not see that the master was not in a good mood, the Emperor Xindao did not guess wrong,

   Guessing the Queen's concubine's thoughts accurately, I don't know where the emperor made the concubine unhappy.

   But the palace servants dare not ask more about the master's affairs, so they waved back, and the little **** who followed took a step forward,

  Emperor De also explained the intention of this visit, "If you return to the mother's words, the old slave will send flowers and a letter according to the emperor's oral order,

  The emperor said that in addition to the letter, there was something hidden in the letter. As for what was in it, the emperor did not tell the old slave, and he had to trouble the empress to see it in person. "

  Song Qing's chopsticks didn't stop, thinking that it was Nangong Yu who used roses and sweet words to coax herself because of her excessive behavior last night.

   "The hard-working father-in-law has gone for a trip, Yuan'er took the things, Ben Gong is a little hungry, and I will watch it after eating."

   Eunuch De seemed to have expected Song Qing to react like this, and respectfully agreed,

   asked the little **** to hand over to Yuan’er what he had been carrying along the way, and then saluted Song Qing before leaving.

   After half a cup of tea,

  Song Qing put down his chopsticks, got up and washed his hands, took the jinpa handed over by the palace maid and wiped them clean.

   His gaze just turned to the thing Yuan'er was bringing over, and he stretched out his hand to lift the veil that was covering it.

   What caught my eye was a red rose blooming with a flaming flame of excellent color. What I expected was not a surprise,

   But it is enough to make the apex of the heart grow and wrap around the sweetness. It is true to rejoice in red roses than to love her man's heart,

   Before she even opened the letter, Song Qing had already forgiven her tears for being bullied by Nangong Yu last night.

   Picked up the bouquet of roses tied with a black dragon pattern handkerchief, put it on the tip of the nose and sniffed it, the floral fragrance was refreshing,

   "What a fool."

  Fengming Palace’s front yard and back yard are planted with clusters of roses. What are you doing?

   But she just fell in love with this superfluous act. After all, Nangong Yuxi's deep affection is itself an irreplaceable romance.

   (end of this chapter)