Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 436 Sima Zhen

   This question was asked, and the real intention of Nangong Yu's visit to Jingyuan this time was well known to several people present.

  Especially Nangong Haitang, although her brain is not very bright, she is usually counted as the most important thing to hear from the emperor when she is in Concubine Yan.

   She was ashamed as she hung her head. She didn't know how true or false what Song Qing said was, but those words were quite right.

  On the shoulders of the eldest brother is the responsibility, just like when I saw my father when I was a child, the father's dragon case always has endless memorials and busy things.

   "Yu'er, these words... the Queen really said it in front of Shangguan Yao and the palace servants. Did her words reach the Queen Mother's ears?"

   Concubine Yan still had doubts in her heart. The hand inside the sleeve of the plain white jacket no longer turned the Buddha beads, but only held it tightly. She didn't believe it.

   I don’t believe that the emperor would have such a big belly, let alone that Song Dai would be willing to watch her son hand over the throne that he finally won,

   In the battle for the throne back then, when the brothers fought each other to the death, how could there be brotherhood among the royal family.

   "If the concubine doesn't believe it, she can send someone to inquire in the palace."

   Concubine Yan's deep-rooted hostility over the years has given Nangong Yu a headache.

   Now that the concubine Shangyan still has such an attitude, Nangong Yu is only exhausted.

   After saying this, he took Yuan Daixi's hand, greeted Concubine Yan, and left Jingyuan.

   "Yu'er!" Concubine Yan stood up and scolded in shock and anger.

   "Mother concubine." Nangong Haitang spoke up, pulling Taifei Yan to stop her brother and sister-in-law's words at the right time.

   "Now grown up, now grown up, the wings are hard, the wings are hard."

   Concubine Yan asked her daughter to help her stand on the spot, looking at the back of Nangong Yu and Yuan Daixi side by side, and muttered to herself absentmindedly.

  …

   The next day, the morning light was faint,

  The Hall of Qinzheng is majestic and grand. It was the sound of kings and ministers discussing matters outside the kingfisher's chirping in the early dynasty.

   "Your Majesty, the matter of reforming the law in my court has been settled. As for recruiting horses, food, grass, and weapons, we are all doing it step by step."

   Nangong Yu's long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, the progress of these things was much faster than expected, the handsome and cold face looked a little slower,

"Very good."

   The attack on Dongchen is just around the corner, perhaps, the war can be started before Gu Yu.

   "Your Majesty, the minister has this book, the library..."

  The morning is still continuing, and at the same time, the Tai Hospital side,

   The chill in the early morning of March is still heavy, there are imperial physicians in the backyard carefully concocting medicinal materials, and apprentices are picking fresh medicinal materials to be sent to the palace.

  Under the red-tiled four-corner pavilion where people come and go,

  Song Qing rubbed the last bamboo stick in his hand, feeling a thicker turbidity than the previous two, and the tear mole unexpectedly raised aroused interest,

   Opened the silver needle bag that had been prepared for a long time, twisted a slender silver needle and pierced his finger, and the scarlet blood dripped out,

   for a while,

   Put the bamboo stick and the silver needle into the silver needle bag and handed it to Yuan'er who was waiting behind him, looking at Fuyin's curved lips,

   "Forgive me, I don't know where the landlord got these bamboo sticks?"

   Now that the agreement has been reached, Fuyin is going to enter the palace again to discuss with the imperial physician how to deal with the Gu people.

  Song Qing just wanted to ask about the turbid qi, but she woke up early and came to Tai Hospital to help Yin for a while, but she never thought that there would be an unexpected result.

   "When my mother couldn't afford to be with the all-day medicine stone when she was ill, it was because of it."

  Fuyin cast his gaze to the silver needle bag in Yuan'er's hand, and opened his lips to reveal a cold irony,

   "My mother loves bamboo very much. That pot of green bamboo was given to her by Murong Yun as a birthday present from the priest. The mother treasured it very much and kept it in her bedroom."

   The husband, who was determined to live and die, did not send the love of husband and wife, but the arsenic that was gradually devouring her life.

  Song Qing was a little stunned. At this time, the morning light reflected in the pavilion where the two of them were sitting.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to provoke the landlord's sadness."

   It’s not like the overflow of sympathy and I can’t empathize with it, it’s purely a polite sentence,

  Their husband and wife and Fuyin are strictly a relationship of exchange of interests, of course,

   Whether it is turbid air or attacking Dongchen, it is very important, so it should be polite to Fuyin as a partner.

   "The Empress is worrying too much."

  Fuyin's laughter was indifferent, just in time for a chilly wind to roll up the red robe and flutter.

"Since my mother and my uncle's bloodline died, I put on this red dress, and for ten years I have been alerting myself to such a dazzling red, like the blood of my mother's queen and my uncle's blood, just like that night's raging fire? "

  The deep hatred of the sea of ​​blood is worn on the body, and it has never been dusted in the depths of memory, so how can it evoke sad things.

in this way,

   Before Song Qing came to Tai Hospital, she wanted to ask Fuyin if she would regret helping them in the future, and give up.

   In her opinion, Fuyin's move is no different from Yue Wang Goujian's hard work and courage. The answer is there, why do she need to ask again.

   "Since Niangniang knows the Vajra Gu in Gu Ren's body, do you know what mobilized these Vajra Gus to make them obedient?"

  When Song Qing had a thousand thoughts, Fuyin had already pulled out of hatred and grief one step ahead and talked about other things,

   But this question is really superfluous and unpleasant. Song Qing took a sip of the hot tea that Yuan'er added next to him, and teased with red lips raised,

   "If I knew, wouldn't the landlord have lost the chips that he exchanged with my husband?"

  Fuyin burst into laughter, unable to refute, so she put away her heart to say a few jokes and went straight to the point, talking straight about what she knew,

   "It's true that all these Vajra Gus came from one person, just like Niangniang, he is Sima Zhen, the priest of Dongchen today,

   King Kong Gu was originally created by my uncle's family, but I don't know where he got a bamboo flute and where he learned the weird tunes.

  I, Miao Jiang, only listened to the Vajra Gu dispatched by the sound of the bell, but instead, I listened to the sound of his flute, which was really puzzling. "

  Bamboo flute?

   Song Qing keenly caught the word, and squinted her beautiful eyes to look at Fuyin, "Has the landlord ever seen that bamboo flute?"

   "Never."

  Fuyin shook his head regretfully, "That old man Sima Zhen has been hiding that bamboo flute tightly. I know this from my uncle."

  Song Qing pondered for a while, and the tip of his fingernails clinging to the teacup unconsciously touched the edge of the cup.

   "I was wondering if the bamboo flute in Sima Zhen's hand might have something to do with the three small bamboo sticks that the landlord gave me."

   If there is, does it mean that the bamboo flute is also attached to the turbid qi, and the turbid qi is powerful.

   Whether it's Miao Jiang or King Kong Gu, she doesn't know much about it, but if it's turbid qi, it's another matter.

   There are many kinds of turbid air,

  It may make you wear a cuckold all the time, or you may suddenly become seriously ill, or you will have bad luck...

   So there is a kind of turbid qi that can control Vajra Gu, and it is not surprising.

but……

  Song Qing's long eyelashes drooped down, as Shicai Fuyin said that the pot of green bamboo was obtained by Murong Yun from Sima Zhen, and Sima Zhen had a bamboo flute in his hand.

   This bamboo flute can control Miao Jiang's unique Vajra Gu, can she think that both the bamboo flute and the pot of green bamboo are from the hands of Sima Zhen?

   Reiki can be nourished,

  The turbid air can also be nourished, isn’t it?

   (end of this chapter)