Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 440 Traitor

  Song Qing let her own whims and whimsy feel chills, closed her eyes,

   Abandoned those who had some and not, and calmed down for a while, and lowered his eyes just to meet Nangong Yu's half-smiling eyes,

   "Cough."

   Song Qing has always been self-aware about the fact that she has never had any secrets in front of this man.

   "Besides the teacher went out of the same family, do you have any other entanglements or grievances between Master and Sima Zhen?"

  If it was just a sister and a brother, the little old lady wouldn't show such a sad look when she mentioned it.

   "Sima Zhen is an old priest who brought him up."

  Nangong Yu deliberately paused for a while when he said this, seeing the woman's beautiful and dazzling face, the expression gradually became subtle,

   "Song Qing, what are you thinking?"

   A mellow question rang in his ears, very suddenly.

  Song Qing was completely unprepared, and subconsciously blurted out the wild thoughts in his mind,

   "I'm thinking that Master originally likes the puppy type, or cultivate..."

  The words came to an abrupt end, because the strength of the man's ears was increased by being played, and the smile became more and more attractive.

   "Nangong Yu, don't take IQ crushing me for fun all the time, and talk about business."

   Knowing that the cat was irritated, Nangong Yu condoned letting Song Qing pinch his ears, and slowly explained the relationship between Miao Shui and Sima Zhen,

  Sima Zhen, like her, was picked up by the old lady, but she picked it up in the snow.

  Sima Zhen was picked up by Miao Shui as a beggar on the street. Surprisingly,

  Sima Zhen is extremely talented in the aspect of magic sticks, whether it is the comprehension of runes or the perception of the turbid aura,

   is far above the Miaoshui, and the former priest Aicai on Dayuan will naturally not miss such a good seedling.

   After receiving the approval of the Holy Will, he made an exception to recruit Sima Zhen as his successor.

   Priests need to watch the stars at night. Usually they are nocturnal and out at night. When they wake up from sleep, they meet the emperor after lunch.

   Teach two apprentices at dusk, and let the two children arrange by themselves at other times.

  Miao Shui and Sima Zhen are thirteen years apart. Sima Zhen, who was still a little kid at the time, was very dependent on this sister who picked him up.

   Like a little asshole, go wherever Miaoshui goes. If you don’t dare to get close to the priest, you will get close to Miaoshui wholeheartedly.

   Over time, Miao Shui really regarded Sima Zhen as his own younger brother.

  In ten thousand people, it is rare that there is one person who has the talent to be elected as a priest's successor.

   Da Yuan suddenly had two talented successors, which should have been the envy of other countries.

  Who would have expected,

  Sima Zhen, a little beggar on the street, will challenge Dongchen when he grows up, and he still has the ambition to annex Dayuan together with Dongchen.

   "The younger brother who was brought up by one hand became a traitor to the country, and is notorious to this day, and everyone shouts and beats him. No wonder."

   After figuring out the cause and effect, Song Qing couldn't help sighing, and suddenly remembered something alarming in his heart,

   The hands that were hanging down on Nangong Yu's neck tightened abruptly, and asked the person who was gradually forgotten by him,

   "The grandson and grandson that Yuaner and I brought back from outside the palace last time, you sent someone to find out whether it is the little girl with extraordinary strength."

   She said that she just listened to why the background at the beginning of the story was so familiar. It turned out that the similarity lies in this.

   The reaction of the cup bow and snake shadow made Nangong Yu smile, holding the woman's hair in her big palm, leaning forward with a proud and straight figure, kissing Fang Ze,

   "I checked it out, no problem, don't worry."

"OK."

  Song Qing was relieved and immediately felt that he was asking too much. The lessons from the past were there.

  How could Nangong Yu, a member of the royal family, do two somersaults in the same place? The emperor was most suspicious.

   At the same time, Dongchen,

   The brilliance of the night pearl illuminated the entire Taishang Imperial Palace as if it were daytime, but no one dared to make a loud noise at this time,

   Apart from the gentle footsteps of the palace servants, there is only the sound of the chess pieces being played.

   "According to my understanding of this child Fuyin, in order to avenge his mother and uncle's family, I will do my best to assist that boy Nangong Yu,

  In the beginning, Gu Ren came from the hands of Fu Cang. He used to love Fuyin, his nephew, so he must have taught him the art of Gu Ren.

   A few days ago, I heard the words of the priest and rushed to the frontier for 100,000 miles, asking the general to send a group of Gu people,

   Take advantage of Shangguan's return to Beijing to find an opportunity to attack the Yuan army at night, and when the news came back to that kid in Nangong,

   I, Dongchen and Dayuan, will inevitably have a war. Today's Dayuan is not the same as the Dayuan of the past. I wonder if the priest can think of a sure way to deal with it? "

   Murong Yun is the supreme emperor of Dongchen, but he can treat Sima Zhen, who is quite the same age,

   is like the respect and humility of a student towards a master who preaches and teaches, without any pretence.

   "The minister advised the sage not to do too much. If you insist on taking this step to kill all the pieces, don't leave any fish that slip through the net.

  If we lose all the games in this game, we hope that when the sage arrives, don't point at the ministers, and say that if you win, Xiao He will lose. "

  Sima Zhen is slender and thin. He is in the age of no confusion, and his eyes are sharp, like a thousand-year-old fox, which is hidden and cannot be underestimated.

   Murong Yun's movement of throwing the pieces was stagnant, and the most disturbing thing to do when playing chess was that the Kung Fu pieces slipped.

   "Clap."

  The pieces made of jade touched the chessboard and made a pleasant crisp sound, but unfortunately they landed in the wrong place.

   And making a mistake without regrets will eventually make a mistake, but an unexpected move is like what the two are discussing at the moment, which is not a good sign.

   Murong Yun stared at the piece stuck in the criss-crossed chessboard, with the darkest eyes in his eyes,

   "The priest watches the stars at night, but he can see the decline of my Dongchen?"

   From ancient times to the present, no emperor would allow the dynasty to decline among himself or his own children and grandchildren.

   "Clap."

   Another piece landed on the chessboard, and Murong Yun's chess game, where he was sure to lose, seemed like a dark and bright chessboard, showing that he was winning.

   Murong Yun's eyes faded, and he wanted to ask Sima Zhen again, but he got up and saluted respectfully.

   "It's getting late, the saint rests early, and it's time for the minister to go back and watch the sky."

  The ruler and the minister often play against each other, and every chess game will always be divided into winners and losers. Every game ends with the victory of Murong Yun.

   Tonight this game of chess is not over yet, and the variables hidden in the game are even more unpredictable.

   After Sima Zhenren left for a long time, Murong Yun still looked bad at the chess game. For a long time,

   "Someone."

   "The old slave is here." The old **** who was waiting by the side had already anticipated it, and stepped forward and promised to wait for the dispatch.

   Murong Yun got up and rolled his sleeves, strode out of the door of the study, and commanded sharply, "Take out the chessboard and burn it to ashes!"

  Sima Zhen's evasion tonight is enough to make Murong Yun angry, and beneath this layer of anger is a deeper layer of hesitation and fear,

   The fear of clinging to Da Yuan at first, and the fear of Dongchen heading for the subjugation of the country.

  …

   The stars move, day and night change,

   Another half month has passed in the blink of an eye. Recently, Fengyuelou, which is booming at night in the capital city of Obuchi, is particularly uneasy.

   It is noon,

  Other shops are very lively, but Fengyuelou is silent when it is resting.

   (end of this chapter)