Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 447 Is the concubine a pickled radish?

   "Nangong Yu!"

  Song Qing wanted to chase, but he couldn't move because of the dog man beside him.

   Besides, this guy also used the villain's method to point her dumb hole, which is simply inexplicable and unreasonable.

   Song Qing seldom called Nangong Yu's name in front of the palace servants, let alone in such an angry manner,

  Yuan'er quietly moved her footsteps and stood aside, a little scared, a little worried, and a little novel at the same time. It turned out that the emperor and the empress,

Does    also quarrel?

  Nangong Yu seemed to have expected it long ago, ignoring Song Qing's glaring gaze, he picked up the person and walked straight to the dining room.

   Steps are steady and strong, every step is afraid of tipping a pregnant wife in his arms,

   "Don't worry."

   "The old priest has already made up his mind. Since the mother promised to explain that the mother could not persuade the old priest to change her mind, it is useless to talk more.

   Instead of letting the old priest sneak out of the palace when we are not paying attention, it is safer to promise to send someone to **** us all the way. "

   A few sentences are clear and reasonable, and there is no way to refute them. The wild cat with its claws and claws was swept away in an instant.

  Song Qing was annoyed, but she was still rational. Indeed, she was led by her master and knew how much she knew about the old woman's temperament.

   After all, she has a little stubbornness in her own temperament, which she learned from her master.

   The last trace of anger dissipated without a trace, but these did not prevent her from remembering the hatred of being called dumb.

   The corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the dining hall, which was getting closer and closer to the fragrant food.

   "Well, I was persuaded by you, I'm not angry, let me down, I've already eaten."

   Eat by yourself.

  Nangong Yu smiled and opened his mouth to coax his wife, "I'm very hungry but have no appetite, but if Qingqing stays with me, I can eat three bowls."

   "The emperor's meaning is that the concubine is a pickled radish, right?"

  Song Qing rolled her eyes and refused to take this set. She still likes to listen to love words on the couch.

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   The battle is imminent, and the pain of separation is inevitable.

   As soon as night falls, Shili Long Street is another bustling scene compared to the blue sky and daytime.

  In the lobby of Yangjia Restaurant,

   One, five, three, thick, bearded big man sat with a knife and ate several pieces of beef.

   He poured another bowl of wine, raised his head and drank it, and when he saw the shopkeeper passing by, he stopped.

   "Hey, shopkeeper Tong, have you heard that we, Dayuan, are going to fight that son of a **** Dongchen, hahahaha!

  I heard such good news as soon as I woke up, and finally let me wait until this day! "

  The big man has a big voice. As soon as these words come out, the guests who are eating and drinking in the entire lobby all look over here.

   Immediately, there was a table of guests dressed as scholars who shook their heads before the shopkeeper.

   "This brother's words are bad, you can scold anything, you can't scold this son of a **** alone,

   You must know that back then, Dongchen was a small country affiliated to me in the Great Yuan Dynasty, and depended on me to live in the dynasty. In my opinion, it would be most appropriate to scold White Eyed Wolf. "

"Not bad!"

  The big man is a rough man, and on weekdays he can't get used to this kind of white-faced scholar who claims to be full of scriptures but is actually weak.

   But I'm in a good mood tonight, let alone a table of scholars is just a pig, he's also pleasing to the eye.

   "You don't know, I heard from my uncle's seven uncles that the emperor didn't plan to fight so early. It was Dongchen who attacked our army at night a few days ago, which made the emperor Longyan furious."

   has humanity,

   Immediately many people answered the call,

   "And this? Did we win the night attack?!"

   "Yeah, yeah, did you win or not, and if you do a sneak attack on Dongchen at night, you won't have any new tricks, so shameless!"

   "Win, win!" The person who was the first to talk about the gossip quickly answered, looked around a few times and then said mysteriously to the crowd,

   "I heard that General Cao Mao led people to capture a few alive, and I don't know if they could torture them to do something."

   There was another uproar in the lobby, and there were waves of discussions.

   Shopkeeper Tong, who was first stopped by the bearded man, saw this, smiled helplessly and shook his head,

   He glanced upstairs in the elegant private room, thinking that what these people said was not something that could not be said,

  The two nobles heard nothing, so they did not stop talking with the guests.

   upstairs,

  Tianzihao's private room by the window, Wu Jing glanced at the person who told the gossip, and the private room door was pushed open from the outside at this time,

  Wu Jing withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look, and he closed the window while looking at the person who came.

"Princess."

   stood up to meet the first few steps, took the cape thrown by Nangong Haitang out of habit,

  Cui'er remembered what the princess said to her, and hurriedly trotted over to Wu Jing and stretched out her hand in a low voice,

   "Master Wu, let the servants take it."

  Wu Jing understood what Cui'er was worried about, and handed the cape embroidered with begonia flowers to Cui'er, walked back to the window seat and sat down,

   “deng!”

   The teapot made heavy contact with the collision of the table case, and Nangong Haitang was obviously in a bad mood.

   He didn't drink the tea he poured, so he pursed his lips and stared at Wu Jing with a pair of beautiful almond eyes.

   for a moment,

"Princess……"

  Wu Jing was the first to speak, but was interrupted by Nangong Haitang, his tone was irritable and angry, "You are going to the frontier to fight, aren't you?!"

  Nangong Haitang has a beautiful face, which is still the noble pride and aloofness cultivated by the princess of a country.

   But in those almond eyes, the clumsy and hidden redness in the corners of the eyes was faintly visible.

"Yes."

   This word alone is like a thousand jins. Under the table, Wu Jing's palms on both knees are clenched into fists, and the blue veins can be seen bursting.

  If he didn't go, he would not be able to get into the eyes of Taifei Yan, and he would have wronged her status as a princess.

"You bastard!"

  Nangong Haitang stood up abruptly and slapped Wu Jing's face with all her strength.

"Snapped!"

   A crisp slap sounded in the private room, Cui Er took two steps back while holding her princess' cape, holding her breath and watching this scene with wide eyes,

  Not only Tweety,

   Ning An, who had been standing outside the door, also heard the slap, and the strength of holding the saber tightened.

  In his early nineteenth year, a timid young man who has never been in contact with love affairs, now has a preliminary understanding of women:

  Woman, so terrifying.

   "Wu Jing, you reckless man with no force, you bastard!"

  Nangong Haitang couldn't stop her tears, her whole body trembled uncontrollably because of anger and sadness,

   The hand that slapped Wu Jing was trembling especially, not only that, but the palm of the hand was burning because of too much force.

   Wu Jing didn't say a word, it was his fault that he heard that the Queen Mother held a chrysanthemum banquet in the harem that day,

The purpose of    is to choose a consort for the princess, lest she just marry someone else as a wife,

   Knowing that the emperor and the five princes valued their talents, in a hurry, he hurried to the emperor to express his intentions, and asked for a place in the banquet.

   Seeing that she was so disgusted by him that he thought he would never have a chance, who would have met in the theater by chance that day, and had the current intersection...

   (end of this chapter)