Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 470 The 'little daughter-in-law' who humiliated the male

   It was a drizzle at dusk, and looking at the people on the long street, few people held up oil-paper umbrellas.

  Because the rain was too light, men and women, young and old, talking and laughing and reflecting the afterglow of the sunset were more like a picture of Mei Lun Miyang.

   "Meow~"

   A black cat's head sticks out from the carriage curtain, facing the sunset and drizzle in the sky,

   The green eyes narrowed and purred happily, attracting the attention of passers-by.

   "Dark cloud, be careful, don't fall."

  The woman's voice is casual and lazy, and it is unprovoked.

   The passers-by with sharp ears became more and more curious when they heard it, and could not help but stop to look at the corner of the carriage curtain blown by the breeze,

   For nothing else, I just wanted to see what a stunning beauty the woman in the carriage was.

   inside the carriage,

  Song Qing naturally didn't know this, with her beautiful eyes half-closed on her temples, her eyes stayed on the half-section of the black iron sign for a long time.

   "Niangniang, what is written on it, why does the servant see this thing like a tablet?"

  Yuan'er stretched out her hand to protect the dark clouds, and stared at the rune curiously without blinking.

  The rune is not more than the usual text, otherwise Yuaner will not have this question,

   After all, Dongchen, as a vassal of Dayuan, not only followed Dayuan in various customs and rules, but also

   Even the characters are imitated in the past. So far, most of the characters used by Dongchen still have the shadow of Dayuan characters.

  The runes are different. Only the priests can understand the runes, and only those with the talent of magic sticks can understand the secrets hidden in the runes.

   "Not like, this is."

   And it is not a tablet for one person, but a tablet for tens of thousands of people. This half, plus the orchid soil before, and the teahouse today,

   just was able to piece together the original appearance of this black iron sign. Previously, she and the old lady had the rune on the orchid sign.

   She went to the library to read the ancient books left by the priests of the past dynasties in Dayuan, and she could see the rune of the brand in front of her at a glance.

"what?"

  Yuan'er gasped, thinking of a round face with worry and urgency, and hurriedly asked,

   "The lady, can your blood seep into it and be harmful to you?"

  Anything can go back, but the matter of the Du Du Niang Niang can't be left behind. If Niang Niang misses the slightest bit and loses her head, it is a trivial matter.

  The emperor's side is the big deal. The wrath of the emperor, the corpse, and the bloodshed for thousands of miles are never just empty words.

"fine."

  Song Qing opened her eyes and glanced at the little girl. She could probably guess the reason for Yuan'er's nervousness, so she explained one more sentence,

   "The blood of the priest is used to suppress the turbid qi, but it is not very useful to just drop the blood. It is useful to draw a rune with blood."

  Yuan'er breathed a sigh of relief, she already knew what turbidity was, and she was a little horrified when she learned that it was useless to drop blood on the light, and then looking at the half-section of the black iron card,

   opened his mouth to ask who the owner of this brand was, but when the words came to his mouth, he changed it to something else,

   "Niangniang, can this brand be soaked in soapy water and then washed, if possible, the servants will take it to wash and give it to you after returning to the palace,

  You see that you must cut your fingers if you want to draw a talisman with blood. The slave girl heard that the wound should not touch dirty things, otherwise it will be difficult to heal. "

  Song Qing shook his head and refused, "No, don't worry, I didn't plan to press my finger directly on it, and then put some blood on it and paint it with a brush."

   First, it's not good for wounds. After all, this thing is not talisman paper but iron and black iron. Second, um...

   The rhubarb kept by the matchmaker woman is irrigated with urine day after day... Whether it smells or not is another matter, she just looks a little smelly.

  The carriage went all the way north,

  The wheel of the chariot turned, and the kung fu carriage of about a column of incense marched on the bluestone corridor leading to the palace.

  The corridor is wide enough to accommodate five carriages running side by side. At the end of the corridor is the majestic and solemn palace.

   "Meow meow meow!"

  Master, come out and see, it's your big pig's hoof!

   "Niangniang, it's the emperor." Yuan'er half opened the curtain of the carriage, and when he looked up, he saw the emperor waiting at the gate of the palace.

   turned his head and said to Song Qing, not forgetting to bring back the dark cloud that jumped up and down restlessly,

  This carriage was specially built by the emperor for the convenience of the empress to leave the palace and ordered by the craftsmen in the palace. It looks like an ordinary carriage from the outside.

   What was supposed to be inside didn't fall down, the weight of the carriage was more than a star and a half heavier than other carriages,

   If the spirit master accidentally rolled off the carriage, he would really be crushed into a lump of flesh.

"I see it."

  Song Qing's expression softened, looking at the man standing at the gate of the palace waiting for him from a distance, he couldn't tell what it felt like,

   The only thing that is clear is probably the sense of stability in the apex of the heart that is entangled by the green vines.

but……

  Song Qing smiled deeply, "Why do you look at the emperor like a little daughter-in-law who is alone in an empty room, waiting for her husband's return?"

   And she is that Hong Shixian who is so clear-headed that he can't go home and play tricks outside.

   Yuan'er's round eyes are blinking vigorously. I don't know if I should get used to the words of tigers and wolves that come out of my mother's mouth from time to time.

   Still should say something to persuade the empress not to say so, or should pretend not to hear.

   "Meow-"

   Dark Cloud stayed in Yuan'er's arms obediently, nodding on the black cat's head, expressing his agreement with the owner's words,

  It has lived in the dark cloud for two lifetimes, and it has never seen a male as sticky to a female as a big pig's hoof. It's a shame for their males!

   A certain cat star forgot at this moment, it is no longer a scum cat in another world, but a fairy cat.

   Emperor Shadow who was driving the carriage outside: "..."

   The hand holding the reins of the horse must be steady, he has never seen any strong winds or waves in Emperor Ying.

   for a moment,

  The carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the palace, Yuaner jumped out of the carriage with Wuyun in his arms, and walked aside with Wuyun in his arms, consciously not leaning up.

   "No hurry, slow down."

  Nangong Yuqi's tall and stalwart figure came to the side of the carriage, his big palms were wide and he firmly grasped his wife's soft hands, and he instructed in a warm voice,

  Song Qing's smile with tears and moles grew stronger and stronger. Under the gazes of all the palace people at the entrance of the palace palace,

   With the strength of Nangong Yu's palm, he stepped on the small bench and got off the carriage smoothly. It is not an exaggeration to say that the empress was envious of others.

   The mighty emperor's guard of honor walked all the way towards the Queen's Fengming Palace. Song Qing took the arm of the man beside him and asked,

   "How do you know that I want to walk back to the palace?"

   She thought that Lord Huo Shi would go directly to the carriage. After all, the palace is so big, and the entrance of the palace is quite a long distance from Fengming Palace.

  Nangong Yu smiled, and rubbed a few acupuncture points with the palm of the woman's waist, intentionally or unintentionally, "Who is the person who wants to vomit after sitting in the carriage for a long time?"

   turned to ask the others, "Did you have a good time with Shangguan Yao today?"

   did not rush to ask the turbid qi, as if it was more important whether the wife had a good time or not, and as if the turbid qi did not find it was of no importance.

   (end of this chapter)