Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 393 Don't dare to climb high

   "Mother, people can't be resurrected from the dead, and you've been unhappy about your sister's affairs all day long.

   Several aunts are also laughing at us behind their backs, why do you torture yourself like this, it is better to be like a child than this,

   Eat, drink, and enjoy yourself as usual, under Jiuquan, you can rest assured that you are living comfortably. "

   Being scolded by the nose, Yunji disapproved of Mrs. Yun's anger.

   slumped back on the chair, picked up the teacup and put it in his mouth, taking a sip.

"you!"

   Mrs. Yun raised her hand and wanted to slap again, but in the end the slap didn't fall.

   went back to the main seat, held the tea cup tightly, took a deep breath and didn't look at Yunji anymore.

   "I want you to come and ask to marry the daughter of the minister of the Ministry of War, and you have taken care of me all these days,

   Stay in the house and don't go out and fool around, leaving a good impression on the Minister of War. "

   Yunji shook his hand, and the steaming tea water splashed and scalded to the tiger's mouth when he didn't hold the tea cup firmly.

   Yunji didn't care about the burn, and looked at Madam Yun incredulously with some tea in his mouth, "Who do you want your child to marry? Rouyin?!"

   Yunji's voice is not small, as if she was frightened, Madam Yun was not happy and frowned at this time,

   "What's your reaction, Miss Rouyin is the beloved daughter of the Minister of War, and the sound of a violin has become famous, and it's even more difficult to choose,

   No matter what you look like or your character, you are not worthy of you. If you can really marry her, it will be a great blessing. "

  If you can really marry her?

   Gathering gangsters and returning gangsters will not be slow, and quickly catch the key point in Mrs. Yun's words,

   Thinking that my mother mentioned my sister just now, and thinking that Rouyin has always been thinking about the person in the palace,

  Although I couldn't understand what my mother was going to do for a while, I had a hunch that I was going to be pushed into the fire pit.

   Out of the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, he stood up suddenly, and refused without thinking.

   "Because she is the beloved daughter of the Minister of War and she is good in every way, I don't want to marry her. I know in my heart what the baby looks like.

   The child does not dare to climb high, and please ask the mother to read that the child is your own son, don't pull the child into the muddy water, and have the protection of the father's uncle,

  Baby, even if he can't make a name for himself in this life, he can be safe and worry-free. If mother wants to do something to get justice for my sister, remember to think twice before doing anything! "

   After saying that, Mrs. Yun took big strides to turn around and left, no matter how she shouted behind her, she didn't look back.

  Mother Wu had no choice but to enter the hall and come to the master, with a sad face and a worried look,

   "Madam, the young master is unwilling, so what we have negotiated with Miss Rouyin can only be voided."

   Mrs. Yun closed her eyes, and the words of the cloud still echoed in her ears.

   "No, it must not be invalidated, my Yun'er must not lose his life in vain, you go, and take advantage of the night to go to the Ministry of War Shangshu Mansion."

  …

   The next day,

  Song Qing went to the priest's hall at noon, and the white snow floated in the sky again and it was daunting.

  Secondly, although the gentle and extreme night is not as weak as the night of tsunami-like demands, it is not as irritating.

   "Mother, grandparents, master."

When    arrived, the three old people were building a tent for the vegetable garden together with the palace servants in the backyard.

   There was still a dark cloud at Grandpa Song's feet, and the little guy who had been recuperating for almost half a month has recovered to his full potential.

   And the garlic that was planted in the shed that day has grown green garlic sprouts, and the growth is gratifying.

   It’s not a problem to participate in the next hot pot after a long time. The shed is very simple. After all, garlic sprouts are not too afraid of cold weather.

  There are a few old people in the palace who just need to watch, and occasionally if they don’t like it, just go up and help, and when you hear the voice, look back,

   "Xiao Qingqing, have you had lunch with A Yu? The snow is still coming down and it's cold, but is there a woman with Tang Po on him?"

   "Hold it."

  Song Qing responded, looking at her grandparents with a comfortable smile on their kind faces,

   The curvature of the corners of his mouth could not help but expand. Of course she was happy that the two elders could adapt so quickly.

   A few people chatted as usual, Miao Shui and Grandpa Song didn't talk much like them, one was busy eating candy, and the other was talking very little.

  Miao Shui didn't know what to think, so he wrapped the candy cubes that had torn apart the candy wrappers back,

   Seeing that my disciple and friends and old sister were chatting happily without interruption, I patted the non-existent dust on the colorful cotton-padded jacket,

   got up and walked straight over, holding Song Qing's slender wrist under the eyes of several people who cast doubts and inquiries,

   "It's okay, you guys continue to talk about you, my wife, I will give this child a pulse of peace."

   "You have to keep a Ping An vein from time to time, oh grandma's good granddaughter, in-laws, tell me that our little Qingqing and Ayu are so good-looking, how beautiful the children will be born in the future."

  The Queen Mother nodded in agreement, and then reached out to touch her daughter-in-law's belly, not to mention how rare she is the little granddaughter in the future,

   Grandma Song said with a smile, "It's definitely not bad, but this bad girl is too thin, and she doesn't eat less, and she doesn't know where those meals go."

  Song Qing is tall and slender, and the winter dresses are all padded, which will make her look a little bloated than before.

   So apart from Yuaner who was waiting closely, no one really doubted the matter of the child's month.

  The two old people don't know the twists and turns, you and I say it happily,

   As for Song Qing,

   Just, ahem, somewhat ashamed.

   As the culprit, Nangong Yu is currently busy with the reform and reform of Dayuan,

  The silver charcoal burning in the imperial study occasionally made some small movements, together with the cold wind and snow outside the house,

   Creates an atmosphere that makes both body and mind calm down with this snowy scene, even if it cools down, it feels peaceful.

   "Button."

   The door clattered softly from the outside, and Nangong Yu's writing did not stop, and the words he opened his lips were the fierceness of the emperor without anger,

   "What's the matter?"

   Dehong's respectful reply came in, "Your Majesty, help Young Master Yin come to say goodbye, do you see... see or not?"

  Fuyin raised her eyebrows, a monstrous and handsome face that was a bit more beautiful than a woman's crossed the narrowness,

   A pair of peach blossom eyes looked at Father-in-law De. If he read it right, the father-in-law in front of him was very displeased with him. Why?

   "No, the study is inconvenient to see guests, so let him leave the palace on his own."

   Without waiting for Fuyin to come up with a reason, Nangongyu has already given a reply, Dehong respectfully responded and looked at Fuyin,

   "You also heard Mr. Fuyin, the road is slippery when it's snowing, so pay more attention to your feet on the way out of the palace."

   At first glance, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it, but after careful consideration, it seems to have a different flavor.

  Fuyin didn’t understand where Eunuch De’s hostility to him came from, so he didn’t ask any further questions.

   Such a result was as expected, and handed a deed paper in his wide sleeve to Dehong,

   "This is what the Caomin promised the Empress. I would like to trouble my father-in-law to hand it over to the Emperor, and then thank the Caomin, the old priest and the Empress."

   Dehong narrowed his turbid eyes and looked at the deed paper in Fuyin's hand before reaching out to take it.

   "Young master is serious, these are all matters of miscellaneous families."

   (end of this chapter)