Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 383 Wash your hands

   Although there is no one in the corridor that might make the dark clouds react like this, there is no one else except Nangong Yu,

   Sure enough,

   After a short while, the luxurious carriage of the emperor drove towards this side at a gentle speed,

   Eunuch De walked beside the carriage and was surprised when he saw Song Qing and his party standing in front of the palace.

  Why did the flower viewing banquet in the Imperial Garden come to an end so quickly? Could it be that something happened to the flower viewing banquet?

   "Meow-"

   Little Dark Cloud looked at the gradually approaching carriage, those green eyes were a little resentful,

  When the carriage stopped, the breath of the big pig's hoof rushed towards his face, Wu Yun turned his head to look at Song Qing,

   swayed his black claws and meowed twice, then opened his four claws and ran away without looking back,

   "Little treasure, go and follow. The dark clouds are probably going back to the priest's palace. If you can't find it, go to the priest's palace and wait."

  Song Qing raised his chin slightly to Xiao Caizi and said in a low voice, although Wu Yun is a domestic cat, he is raised in the countryside.

   "No."

  Xiao Caizi was very happy with this errand, and after saluting the emperor who got off the carriage, he went after the dark clouds.

"Tired?"

  Nangong Yu kissed Song Qing's forehead warmly and cared, stretched out his arms around his waist and brought people to his side,

   "Tired or not, what's the point of sitting and watching them show off their talents?"

   It’s okay not to mention this, but to mention this or that song full of connotations,

  Song Qing rolled his eyes, there was a gentle song in front and a soft tone in the back, it was all the rotten peach blossoms that this man provoked,

   Nangong Yu heard Song Qing's words and didn't ask more, and only after stepping into the palace to eat and bathe did he ask,

  Song Qing told what happened at the flower viewing banquet. When he talked about the irritating part, he grabbed the man's neck with both hands and opened his mouth to bite it.

   "Peach blossom after another, Lord Huo Shi, it's really unfair."

  Nangong Yu didn't dodge or dodge, and let the woman wrapped around him do something wrong to him. His big and generous palms ran down his thin back like a hair.

   "My fault, these banquets will be less organized in the future. If you don't want to waste your energy on the chores of the harem and let the people below do it, you just have to look at them."

   This kind of answer is somewhat evasive, but it’s light. The so-called concealment is the truth.

  Song Qing took his hand away, changed his posture and sat firmly on Nangong Yu's thigh, and rubbed his handsome face in revenge.

   "Your Majesty, come and tell me, what happened between you and Rouyin back then, how did you have such a beautiful conversation as Boya Zhong Ziqi?"

   Nangong Yuxiu's straight fingers evoked a strand of blue silk that the two of them were entangled with just because of their embrace,

   "Qiuhun praised her songs at the Royal Hunting Ground, and the rest is nothing. The so-called beautiful talk is nothing more than an exaggeration and an exaggeration. Qingqing needn't take it to heart."

  The palace staff lit the incense to soothe the gods as usual in the bedroom, and Song Qing, the empress, was afraid of the cold,

  The husband and wife will be in the outer world, and there is another pot of burning silver charcoal.

  Song Qing now hears the word tune, and her heart is tight, she leans forward,

   Taking a bite on the man's thin lips is a relief of hatred, ignoring Nangong Yu's smiling phoenix eyes, angrily,

   "If you have nothing to brag about, and if you don't speak up, would someone dare to treat you as a king as a mute?"

   After saying that, the graceful and delicate body with concave and convex, lying on the sturdy and sturdy body again as if without bones,

   Enjoy the fit when hugging the person you love, which can make her feel relaxed and happy for no reason.

  How can Song Qing, who is more than 1.7 meters tall, be like a bird in front of Nangong Yu,

  The two long legs only have the thighs straddling the narrow waist, and the rest are left to sway outside.

   He didn't wear socks just after bathing and there was a charcoal fire. Nangong Yu saw his eyebrows raised,

   reached out and held one of the woman's jade feet in the palm of his hand, the temperature was slightly cold, and he didn't stay any longer, picking up the person horizontally, and walking steadily inside.

  The radiance of the night pearl in the palace of the emperor and empress is soft,

   a few breaths,

   Song Qing's languid and sultry voice sounded, ending with undisguised disgust, "Nangong Yu, you just touched my foot."

   "I don't dislike it." Nangong Yu had a mellow voice and had no other emotions, but Song Qing didn't take it seriously.

   "Of course you don't dislike it, and I won't touch you later.

   How restless your claws are, don't you have any points in your heart? When did she and Fan Danzi fall?

  The deep laughter of the emperor in the bedroom was pleasant, the bed curtain was quickly lifted from the inside, and a thought-provoking sentence overflowed from his throat, which was particularly confusing.

   "So Qingqing thought."

  The big heater left Song Qing who was pulling up the quilt: "?"

  …

   At the end of autumn, when people use charcoal fire, the first snow will not be far away, and after ten days,

  The chills floated in the air, and the palace people walking on the corridor of the palace,

   One by one, wrapped in thick padded jackets, they hurriedly walked, overlooking the people coming and going in the palace,

   One or two out of ten contracted the cold because of the temperature drop, so they were breathing through their stuffy nose while working.

   It is noon,

  The temple of the priest is extraordinarily lively,

   "Xiao Qingqing, if you don't eat coriander leaves, give the coriander leaves to Aijia, and Aijia will eat them.

  It is delicious to eat raw or boiled, but why don't you want to eat it, it's not good. "

   After the winter, Dayuan can rest for a day every five days in the morning and after the court. It is rare for Nangong Yu to be free.

  The Queen Mother's interest came again, and she asked the palace servants to prepare good ingredients to eat hot pot early in the morning.

   "Queen Mother."

  Nangong Yu sent the plate with coriander before Song Qing, the emperor who was usually unattainable,

  Because of the lively hot pot with family members, the fireworks on his body are particularly heavy.

  The queen mother took it bluntly, and as soon as she stretched out her chopsticks, she picked up a large handful of green coriander, and then washed it in the small hot pot in front of her.

   "Ayu, don't I remember that you like to eat coriander too, come on, I'm not used to it, grandma's for you."

   Grandma Song had an amiable face, because she looked very bright after eating the warm hot pot,

   As he said that, he pushed the coriander plate to his granddaughter. It was grandma's kindness after all.

  Song Qing endured the discomfort of smelling the coriander and brought the plate to Nangong Yu.

  Nangong Yu didn't move his chopsticks, but gave the coriander to Grandpa Song who was beside him and explained to Grandma Song,

   "Grandma, Qingqing can't stand the taste of coriander, so I don't eat it. There are so many dishes that it doesn't have to be coriander."

   Grandma Song also knew how much her granddaughter disliked coriander, she shook her head in relief and helplessness,

   "You are good at everything, but you are too used to this bad girl."

  Nangong Yu smiled without saying a word, and the Queen Mother answered while the coriander was not cooked,

   "My family, that's how it should be, he's been a wife like this in his life, and he should be used to it.

  Look at my father-in-law peeling shrimp for you, oh yo, give it to me and Miao ah with envy. "

   "What's he envious of, he's just too full to eat." At first glance, Grandma Song was a little ashamed. It was all this old man.

   A lot of years old, she still loves to learn from her grandson-in-law. She just talks about it casually.

  Song Qing's appetite has been getting bigger and bigger these days.

   I took the time to look around, and sure enough, I saw my grandfather was slowly peeling the shrimp,

   Being ridiculed, he was not as embarrassed as grandma, and still peeled happily.

   (end of this chapter)