Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 441 Hurrying to find death

   And under the silence, there is often a murderous intention.

   "Plop."

   "Plop, plop."

   The three black-clothed killer swords were not sheathed, so the people who appeared behind them at some point in time sealed their throats with their swords, and the corpse fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

   Fuyin, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly in the bed, opened his eyes and smelled the hot smell of blood gradually spreading in the cold air, mocking him the most,

   "After all, you are afraid, Father."

  The icy sentence is even worse than the cold outside.

  Compared to the restlessness in Fengyuelou,

  Fengming Palace is another completely different scene.

  Although the wind is still chilling, it can’t match the warm and cold spring in mid-March.

   "Meow~"

  Little Black Cloud raised the cat's head, staring at the owner without blinking, delivering the yellow salted pineapple chunks into his mouth one after another.

  Song Qing leaned on the rattan reclining chair, covered with a thin blanket, and basked in the sun comfortably. Hearing the sound, he took time to look away from the ancient book that recorded the turbidity.

   Seeing the greedy look of the little guy, the tear mole at the end of his eye is deeply raised, and the red lips are raised to reveal a bright and moving smile.

   "Want to eat?"

   "Meow meow!" Wu Yun nodded without hesitation, it doesn't matter what the master eats,

   Smells an unpleasant salty smell, mixed with another pineapple smell that makes cats sick, it doesn't matter,

  The important thing is that he is curious about the taste of pineapples in this world, and whether it tastes different from the pineapples in the original world.

   "There is a difference between humans and cats, are you sure?"

  Song Qing revolted, forked a piece of pineapple and shook it in front of the dark clouds and green eyes. The past few days have been particularly peaceful.

   On the contrary, it seems too boring. Occasionally teasing the kitten once or twice doesn't seem to be too much... right?

   "Meow!!"

  The dark cloud was a little anxious, and his body suddenly stood upright, his two black front claws tightly grabbed the rattan wooden lounge chair as a support point,

   A pair of vertical pupils moved with the shaking pineapple pieces, but there was no further movement.

   it, dark clouds,

   As a cat with spirituality, reason and principle, under no circumstances will he show his minions to the owner!

   "Okay, since we Dark Cloud Warriors sincerely want to eat, then Master, I will satisfy you."

  Song Qing of course didn't know what was going on in the little head of the cat she raised, so she beckoned Yuaner to bring the ceramic bowl of Dark Cloud,

   As the cat wished, he put a piece of yellow salted pineapple in it, and tapped the bamboo stick on the wall of the ceramic bowl.

   "Come, try it, warrior, it's delicious."

  What kind of bad thoughts can Dashenzhu have? Dashenzhu just wants to see cats and cats asking for trouble.

   "Niangniang, you didn't say that cats can't eat heavy salt..."

   Before Yuan'er could finish speaking, Wu Yun had already got what he wanted, and burrowed his entire head into the ceramic bowl with a satisfied meow.

   stretched out his small pink tongue full of barbs and licked the ripe yellow pineapple chunks stained with fine salt.

Then,

   "Ouch—!"

  Imagine the appearance of a kitten with black briquettes, stretching its neck and tongue to vomit in the sunshine of a spring afternoon,

   "Puff—"

  Song Qing finally laughed out loud, don't take too much gloating on misfortune, stretched out his fingertips and poked the little guy's dark head,

   "Now do you know how the phrase "curiosity killed the cat" came from? Everyone told you that humans and cats are different, so why didn't you listen to the persuasion?"

"Meow…"

   Wu Yun just tentatively licked it for a while, then gave Song Qing a grieved meow, then lowered his head dejectedly,

   is no different,

   It's still the same pineapple smell, it's unpalatable to a dead cat!

   "Spirit Lord, here is clear water."

   Yuan'er couldn't bear it, so she hurriedly asked someone to bring the ceramic bowl with water,

  Dark Cloud immediately ran over, buried his head and rolled his tongue to drink the water. After drinking, he didn't forget to run to Yuan'er's feet to rub,

   expressed his gratitude that he couldn't utter his words, and then lay down on the smooth stone next to the rattan wood lounge chair,

   With two dark front paws, the hen squatted and basked in the sun in synchronization with the owner in the spring sunshine.

   Don't say it,

  From the perspective of Yuan'er and the others, the current posture of Song Qing and Wu Yun, one cat and one cat, is really a bit similar.

   The time here is quiet and there is no competition with the world,

  In the imperial study,

  Nangong Yu opened the letter from the frontier presented by Emperor Ying, the face as handsome as a **** showed chills,

   sneered, threw the letter to the dragon's case, and pressed his straight and well-proportioned fingers on the spread letter and tapped again and again,

   There was a hint of murderous intent between his eyebrows, and he leaned back on the back of the seat with his tall and majestic body.

   "Let people tell Wu Jing to enter the palace."

   "No."

   The leader of the Emperor's shadow chin ordered to retire, and his figure was like a ghost, coming and going without a trace.

  Light projected into the imperial study room from the hollowed-out window lattice, along with the chilling wind, echoing the ruthless words of the emperor,

   "Since you are eager to find death, the widow will fulfill you."

  …

   In a flicker of sunset, the west mountain,

   In recent days, the clusters of roses surrounded by rockery and flowing water in the front yard of Fengming Palace have grown from decay to buds.

  After all, the palace staff demolished the wooden shed that was built, and the roses that bloomed out of season soon realized that the temperature was wrong, and they were deceived.

   "Tsk, not bad."

  Song Qing stood in front of the rose bush with a small dark cloud, and was very pleased to see the clusters of roses sprouting green shoots,

   She thought that all these roses would wither to death because of their out-of-season sleaze.

   After all, the first two days seemed to have no vitality at all. Lord Huo Shi felt that it was unsightly and almost asked the palace staff to dig up these and replant them.

   was stopped by her in time, and she acted coquettishly and asked the man to give these roses another chance,

   I didn't expect these babies to give her so much pride, and when Nangong Yu came back, she had to show it off.

   "The Emperor."

   "The Emperor."

  Song Qing heard the sound and looked up, seeing the man who was thinking about it for a breath and strode towards her at this moment,

   The joy at the bottom of her beautiful eyes couldn't help but rise to a higher level, and she didn't stand there like a tame cat,

no way,

   Half an hour ago, she had the mentality of walking around, under Yuan'er's careful care,

   Walked to the priest's hall and chatted with the four old people gathered in a pile, and when I came back, I also walked back.

  It may be due to the laziness of the past two days. At this moment, my legs are a little sore and my waist is a little sore.

   "How to stand?"

  Nangong Yu took the person into his arms, and wrapped his strong arms around his wife's waist.

   Put the palm of your hand on an acupuncture point with moderate pressure, and the eyebrow peaks are raised without any trace.

  I glanced at the few palace servants who hurriedly rushed out of the palace to salute when I heard the movement, and their eyes especially fell on Yuan'er who trotted over from the small kitchen.

  Yuan'er was sent by Nangong Yu to the priest's hall to take care of Song Qing's diet and living quarters from the very beginning, so in the eyes of the emperor now, Yuan'er is dereliction of duty.

   "I want to come out to see if the roses are alive or not, it's none of their business."

  Song Qing calmly poked the man's waist, what's the matter? Why is he so violent when he came back today?

   In the past, Nangong Yu would not ask for guilt without asking why, regardless of right or wrong.

   Posted early these days

   (end of this chapter)