Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 529

  Nangong Haitang bowed her head in shame, "I know the emperor."

   His long eyelashes drooping, trembling in disbelief.

  Nangong Yu put away the folding fan, his mind is complicated, it is true that he also has his own will to betrothed the begonia to Wu Jing,

   It can be seen that Haitang is so anxious for Wu Jing, what does he think in his heart as the emperor's brother?

   is like a vegetable farmer who works hard to plant cabbage with great water and spirit, and makes the wild boars in the mountains go away.

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   into the night,

  The emperor in the palace held a celebration feast for the triumphant soldiers. After three rounds of wine, the emperor left the table.

  Wu Jing got up, cupped fists with his colleagues, and left the table in a hurry because there was an urgent matter in the house.

  The ten-mile long street is brightly lit, and the elegant room of the Yang Family Restaurant welcomes long-lost guests.

   Before Wu Jing set off on the expedition, the restaurant was sold, and the Tianzihao elegant room naturally became the exclusive use of the two of them.

  The fragrance of tea is lingering,

  Nangong Haitang frowned, her fingertips brushed over the scar on Wu Jing's palm and the tiger's mouth, full of distress.

   "It hurts a lot. You can see that you haven't taken the medicine properly. The scar removal cream prepared by Doctor Wen of the Taiyuan Hospital is very effective. I will go to the palace tomorrow to get it. You will use some every day from now on."

   "It's okay, a small injury." Wu Jing quietly looked at the sweetheart in front of him, his empty chest filled with unprecedented satisfaction.

   "Small injuries and minor injuries, what is a major injury to you!"

  Nangong Haitang threw Wu Jing's hand away in a suffocating manner, wanting to give a little face to show the pride of a princess of a country.

   Wu Jing's iron arms stretched out and clasped Nangong Haitang's waist and hugged him, and whispered in his ears, "The princess is mad at me, it is a serious injury."

   The two were so close that they could clearly feel each other's every breath, the words of love were in their ears, and the proud princess blushed.

   Morning the next day,

  Nangong Yuyi rewarded the soldiers with a letter. Although Wu Jing did not get the title of general, he was no longer a small bachelor.

   After half a month,

  The big day for Wu Jing and Nangong Haitang is set.

   In the past half month, Da Yuan has successively received letters of surrender from the monarch of the small kingdom, which were sent by the messenger.

   It snowed heavily,

  Fengming Palace is burning with silver charcoal for warmth, and the children who are long won are wrapped into a zongzi by their mother.

   "Hey~! Ya~!"

   Wearing too many clothes will make it inconvenient to move around. I saw a little guy and a doll sitting firmly in the pear wood bed.

   is struggling to pull the padded jacket on his body, but no one has little strength,

   Ya Ya Ya Ya worked hard for a long time, not only did not tear off the padded jacket, but also exhausted myself.

   "Call ~"

   The little doll lay down on the quilt and let out a long breath to indicate that she gave up,

  The obsidian-like eyes stared at the air in a daze, and I could hear the snickering laughter of Sister Yuan'er,

"Humph!"

   The nose that inherited the father's excellent genes snorted softly, and the mouth pouted in dissatisfaction,

   wrote his unhappiness on the face of the cute Q bomb, and suddenly his ears moved to hear the voice of the father and queen,

  The long-suffering little boy suddenly felt that he could do it again, his two arms as white and tender as lotus root were resting on the soft quilt,

   pouted his **** and planned to get up, so that the royal father could help him take off the padded jacket that was disliked by the doll.

   "Isn't it something that you and your ministers would like to see the surrender of the nations, why don't you respond immediately?"

   Song Qing still didn't know that the old mother's deep love was rejected by her son, her eyes were puzzled,

   As soon as her feet stepped inside, Mei Mu subconsciously looked in the direction of Lan Tuanzi's cot,

   I saw the little guy standing up from the pear flower bed with the help of Yuan'er's hand, those unworldly eyes staring straight at them,

Do not,

   To be more precise, look at his father, very good, her mother was completely ignored.

   "Does Qingqing know there is a word called "rejection and welcome?"

   The couple had already come to the child while they were talking, Nangong Yu bent over and picked up the son,

   "Hoo, hi~! Ya~!"

  Children's children immediately hugged their father's neck tightly with joy, and the milky voice was not enough, and she even tugged at her cotton-padded jacket with her hands.

   "If you take it off, you will get cold. If you get cold, you will get wind-cold. When you get wind-cold, you will have to drink bitter medicine. Are our children willing to drink bitter medicine?"

  Song Qing was jealous, so he pinched his son's cheeks like glutinous rice dumplings, and looked at Nangong Yu who was smiling at their mother and son,

   "Do you want to refuse and greet them, or give them a chance to make them tremble and fear our great abyss more in their hearts?"

   In the matter of men and women, it is enough to refuse and welcome, and between countries also use desire to refuse and welcome. People who are full of economics have no words. Is this?

  Nangong Yu smiled and said nothing, which was regarded as a default.

   "Yah...?"

   After looking at the father and the mother, the long-awaited child found that the father had no intention of taking off his cotton jacket at all.

  The milky babble was both lost and sad, and then I didn't know what to think in my head,

  Xiang's soft body twisted restlessly, and opened his hands and leaned towards Song Qing,

   "Muda Muda~"

  Song Qing was quite surprised, it was rare that Huo Shizhu took the initiative to hug the little guy,

   took his son and held him in his arms, before the unexpected energy reached his cheeks and pressed a soft mouth.

   "Hey~!"

  The long-winner child kissed the mother's face in one bite, and then hugged the mother's neck tightly,

  's face was pressed against the mother's face, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, and the milky voice was dragging the coquettish syllables,

   "Woo Ya~ Wood Ya Da~"

   cute and well-behaved,

When    was so cute that Song Qing, the old mother, was confused, the little guy twitched his hands and pulled his padded jacket.

   Then his eyelashes blinked, and his ignorant eyes looked at Song Qing so pitifully.

  Song Qing: "..."

  The old mother understood, so, did she give birth to a child prodigy or a clever ghost?

  Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows, looked at his son for a long time, and laughed for a while, "Take him off, it's not as cold in the warm pavilion as it is outside, it's fine, just move the charcoal fire a little closer."

  Song Qing touched the thick clothes on his son's body, and no longer insisted on the old mother's love,

   Let Nangong Yu hold it, and take off the outermost padded jacket for the little guy.

  “Boom～Boom～”

  The human cub was delighted, and looked at the mother without blinking, unbuttoning the padded jackets one by one,

   Leisurely swayed his short legs while spitting out sparkling saliva bubbles.

  Song Qing couldn't help but laugh at the same time, and finally shook his head helplessly, "I don't know who the ghost is like."

  Nangong Yu smiled, "Qingqing, don't you think Ying'er is very similar to your childhood?"

  Song Qing: ? Is there?

   "Niangniang, give it to a slave."

  Yuan'er came over to take the padded jacket. He was very rare for the little prince's quirkiness. After a while, he brought tea and snacks with the palace servants.

   So that the two masters can eat something when they are hungry, so that they can padded their stomachs, it is still early for dinner.

   "咿AAAY~咿AAAY~"

  The husband and wife are sitting and talking, and the long-awaited child will stay in the arms of the mother and have fun with himself.

   The babbling in his mouth was not learned from others, but from the queen mother who always fed him.

   "Is there any movement in Murong Yun? Haven't found anyone yet? Isn't it saying that Dongchen Capital City is missing a thousand elite soldiers, as well as those courtiers."

   Speaking of those courtiers in Dongchen, Song Qing was silent, without him, many courtiers who fled with Murong Yun abandoned their wives and children to escape,

   Therefore, the crisis of life and death is really a test of human nature, but it has nothing to do with her, but she sighed with emotion, and continued,

   "With so many people fleeing, no one in the Dongchen Palace knows what to do?"

   (end of this chapter)