Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 439 Senior Sister's... Little Milk Dog Junior Brother?

   a lot of drinking,

   The palace people who were guarding or coming and going in the palace were all surprised, especially the few people in the palace.

   even lowered his head and held his breath, not breathing too hard for fear of harming the pond fish.

   Murong Yun casually handed the ceramic jar containing fish food to the old **** who had been with him for many years,

   turned around with his hands behind his back, frowning deeply as he looked at his son who had grown up with his own hands but still couldn't become a big boy,

   "How many times have I told you that you are now my Emperor Dongchen. The ruler of a country must act with composure, and being so angry over a trivial matter will only make outsiders laugh at you."

  Since this son ascended the throne, everyone in the world knows that the current emperor Dongchen has a turbulent temperament.

  The minister above the court could make the son furious if he accidentally said half a sentence wrong.

  The minister dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, especially in this half moonlight, there were three waves of old ministers who came to his palace to speak.

   Murong Fu flicked his sleeves, strode towards the golden nanmu seat, sat down and sneered,

   "The first emperor's brother's hand stretched out from Dayuan to my eyelids. The father emperor asked the son and minister how to calm down."

   They always knew that Fuyin was not dead, and it was not that they never sent someone to Dayuan to find them secretly.

   For several years, there has been no news. Who would have thought that one day people will appear on their own?

   And I gave them such a big gift as soon as they appeared. If I guessed correctly, this is to hug Nangong Yu's thighs to dismount them.

   "He can't make a big deal."

   Murong Yun sat down on the golden nanmu chair on the other side, took the tea cup respectfully presented by the old eunuch,

  Fuyin has never been optimistic about his son. After hiding in the east and the west for so many years, he has lived in the land of fireworks and willow alleys.

   is really on the table, such an unpopular place, and now it is also under the control of that kid Nangong Yu,

   Even the means this time are still so inaccessible to him, time has changed,

   What was the truth or falsehood of the matter of the state government back then? For the common people, it was of no importance except to talk a few words when they had nothing to do.

   Delusions of stirring up the situation with a play, this child is still as stupid, ignorant and ridiculous as ever.

"nature."

   Murong Fu's gloomy complexion looked a lot better, replaced by a high irony,

   "No matter how downhearted the emperor's brother is, he was once the eldest son of the emperor's direct descendant from Dongchen.

   Now that he has been subservient to me, Dongchen, as an enemy, he is really disregarding the face of my Murong clan. "

  Some words were well known, but Murong Fu stated the facts in front of so many people in the hall, and the nature was different.

  What he wants is for the son of the father to the royal brother, as he wished, to be abandoned as one day for ten years.

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   into the night,

   A row of palace lanterns on the promenade of Fengming Palace is bright. In the dining room, Song Qing accompanies the late man for dinner.

   To be precise, she was watching Nangong Yu eat dinner, although the food was delicious and tempting,

   couldn't help her not being hungry, and she also had the heart to control her appetite and try to keep her weight from soaring.

   About a quarter of an hour before and after,

  Nangong Yu put down the bowls and chopsticks, and Dehong, who was waiting by the side, waved at the right time to let Xiao Quanzi with a wooden basin come over,

   "Don't eat?"

  Song Qing raised her eyebrows, while admiring the current appearance of Nangong Yu under the radiance of the night pearl,

  How to say, a man who is too perfect is so pleasing to the eye even after washing his hands.

"full."

  Nangong Yu took the jinpa handed over by Dehong and wiped the remaining water stains on his palms, looked at Song Qing and replied,

   Turning his gaze, he swept across the crucian carp soup in the small white jade bowl on the dining table, either intentionally or unintentionally.

  Song Qing noticed it, and her eyelids jumped when she didn't see this meaningful look,

   Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the dark clouds licking the black cat's claws, and the dazzling tear mole raised an order,

   "Yuan'er, save the crucian carp soup for the dark clouds to drink, remember to add some water to prevent the salty taste from being too salty, and put more fish meat."

  Yuan'er is still a little girl who has never been recruited. Naturally, she doesn't understand the taste of **** between husband and wife.

   Niangniang said what she said was what she said, and she took the crucian carp soup and sent it to the small kitchen to warm it.

  Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows, curled his lips with a faint smile and watched Yuan'er take away the crucian carp soup without making a sound to stop him.

   went back to the bedroom,

   As soon as the palace door was closed, Song Qing rudely stretched out his hand and pinched the man's strong waist.

   Nangong Yu's dark eyes were not afraid at all, but her beautiful eyes swayed with amusement,

   "Didn't the emperor say that he was full, why would he still want his concubine to drink crucian carp soup and feed you on the bed?"

   Don't think she doesn't know that crucian carp soup and soy trotter soup have the same effect of milking, although considering the powder dumplings these days,

   The man had no choice but to resume his abstinence, but it wasn't that she hadn't helped him relieve himself, not to mention that only a few days were enough.

   Grab the rations for the dumplings, what is this bad habit?

  Nangong Yu took the anger on his wife's face into his eyes, a deep smile overflowed from his throat, and stretched his arms around his soft waist to explain,

"Different."

  The palace people were preparing hot water for Nangong Yu’s bath. After the two walked to the sandalwood table,

   Nangong Yu took his seat, Song Qing habitually sat on his thigh and stretched out his hand to pinch the man's ear,

   "It's different? What's different? Isn't it all about food and sex? Don't make excuses, Lord Huo Shi."

   After talking about what comes to mind, stop tangled up in this unhealthy topic and ask what you want to ask in your heart,

   "You were born a few years earlier than me, do you know about the old lady when she was young?"

   Seeing that Nangong Yu didn't understand what he was referring to, he simply said it more clearly,

   "To put it bluntly, did my master have any incidents when he was young? Didn't I go to the Tai Hospital to see Fuyin this morning..."

  Song Qing recounted what happened in the morning. She originally planned to go to the Cining Palace to ask her mother,

   After thinking about it, the little old lady seemed unwilling to mention this matter, so she stopped thinking about it,

  The queen mother and the master have a good relationship. In front of the master, she has never been like the queen mother. If you compare the two to sisters,

   That mother must be the younger sister who relies on her elder sister. If one day she is chattering and rushing to talk, she will confess her inquiries about it.

   what,

   She had to admit that she was really flustered when the old lady was angry and ignored her.

   So after thinking about it, it's inconvenient to disclose something that a third person knows, or her man is reliable and worthy of complete trust.

   "Cough, so, what, husband, do you know what to order, eh?"

  Song Qing is very unnatural. As an apprentice, he asks behind his back, oh no, such adjectives are somewhat unpleasant.

   should be used to understand, as an apprentice, she is still a little guilty when she knows Master secretly.

  Nangong Yufeng smiled deeply, and at a glance, he could see what Song Qing was guilty of, but he didn't plan to expose it.

   The finger pulps that have been holding the sword all year round are thick, and he pinched the woman's delicate and fair face to give the answer in a warm voice,

   "The old priest and Master Sima Zhen went out together."

   This sentence alone is enough for Song Qing to be stunned. In this different world, he read several novels and routines in the years of running around to continue his life.

  Let her make up a love-hate, hatred and romance story in her mind in an instant in her mind,

  The title of the book is already there, Senior Sister's little milk dog... Junior Brother?

  If I remember correctly, Sima Zhen is younger than the old lady... thirteen years old?

   (end of this chapter)