Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 536 Finale

   "Yahahahahyo~"

   Let’s talk about the Nangong Wuyu little dumpling in Fengming Palace, who doesn’t know where the father, mother, queen, and elder brother have gone today.

   is lying in his own pear flower wood cot, the milky voice is singing baby songs,

   Hearing the sound of the drum and the long horn, the little guy's ears perked up, like a cute little white rabbit.

   "You didn't scare us, Yuer. That's when your father and emperor held a ceremony for your mother. We're not afraid."

  Grandma Song was afraid that her great-granddaughter would be frightened, so she picked up the child and gently patted the baby's robe,

   Originally, she should have passed the granddaughter's conferring ceremony, but if you don't worry about leaving the child alone and showing it to the palace staff, she will stay.

   It’s the same when the old man comes back after reading it and talks to himself carefully. The old man said he doesn’t understand that he still has his in-laws.

   "Yeah, dong, dong~!!"

   The one-year-old cub can't understand, but it doesn't prevent her from learning and entertaining herself.

   This makes Grandma Song so amused. Her bad girl is right. This child is very courageous.

  I am not afraid of thunder in rainy days, and the more I listen, the more energetic I am, the more happy I want to go out to play, this kind of doll is their only one.

  The post-seal ceremony is grand but not cumbersome,

   The sound of the drums and the long beep soon faded away, Nangong Wuyu blinked his naturally curled eyelashes,

   I didn't understand why I didn't knock dong dong, so I turned my head and looked at Grandma Song.

   "Dong dong babble?"

   Grandma Song watched the child grow up a little bit, pursed her lips and smiled, "It's almost over, they'll be back after your father and mother."

  Nangong Wuyu's little dumpling was ignorant, and then softly held his pink and tender face in his hands, the milky voice was happy, "Mother~"

   Selectively ignore and filter out the father, the small cotton jacket that leaks the air.

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   noon,

   Song Qing allowed Yuan'er to take off this extremely luxurious and cumbersome red dress for herself, looking at the noon sun,

   can be regarded as a deep understanding of the original mood of the third prince and Ayao. When people get married, they wear wedding clothes and enter the bridal chamber.

The results of it,

  Oh, well, maybe this is the so-called feng shui rotation.

   "Niangniang, don't sigh, today is a big day for you and the emperor, so be happy."

   "Well, it's a good idea to put this wedding dress away. It's cumbersome and it looks good. It's a pity that I only wear it this time."

  Song Qing didn't mean to explain, and his hand brushed the phoenix flying like lifelike wings on the wedding robe,

   There is a look of regret on her dazzling face. If it is not so cumbersome, it would be good to wear it. She also loves red clothes.

   into the night,

  The night in the midsummer is not so peaceful. The sound of flowing water in the rockery in the front yard of Fengming Palace,

   A cool evening breeze blew through, bringing the beautifully blooming rose bushes to sway slightly,

   While rolling up the refreshing fragrance of flowers, it also makes the two figures leaning against each other in the shadow of the flowers more pleasing to the eye.

  In the rose bush,

  It was originally a swing prepared for the powder dumplings, but now let the husband and wife sit,

   "In the middle of the night, the two of us sitting here are not afraid to scare the palace servants who wake up at night."

  Song Qing leaned on Nangong Yu's shoulder, smelled the fragrance of roses and looked at the stars in the sky,

   said that, the love that grows around the top of the heart can't deceive anyone.

  Since having Ying'er, the two of them rarely have time to be alone except at night,

   and other long-term children carrying small backpacks to the Guozijian to go to school, and welcomed the fans again.

   Now think about it,

   This man was reluctant to let her conceive powder dumplings so quickly at the beginning, and I was afraid that he also considered these.

   "If you are so courageous, you don't need to stay in the palace to serve."

  The wind blowing in the midsummer night brings the sultry heat that has not dissipated during the day, but the voice of the emperor is cold and biting, but fortunately it is fleeting,

  Nangong Yu didn't know what to remember, the tenderness between the awe-inspiring three-dimensional brow bones was even more,

  The big, thick and dry palm firmly grasped his wife's soft hand and opened his lips, "Qingqing can still remember our childhood."

  Song Qing's tearful moles rose, and he did not shy away from mentioning the embarrassment of relying on Nangong Yu while he was still a baby.

   "Of course I remember, but now that I think about it, I was really smart, and I hugged my thighs at a young age."

   Under the bright moonlight,

  Nangong Yu shook his head and laughed, a feather-like kiss on Song Qing's forehead, extremely gentle, "No, it was Qingqing who saved me, and I thanked Qingqing for not leaving me."

I have many thoughts,

   With this kiss, I returned to the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month that year, the snow that year was extraordinarily heavy,

   The heavy snow covered the world with a layer of silver frost, oh the cold wind whistled through every corner of the palace,

  There is a charcoal fire in the master's palace, only the dilapidated cold palace has no warmth,

   "Cough, cough, cough!"

  In the outdated palace house, there was a woman's coughing sound that she tried to suppress,

   This made the little boy who was boiling water in the kitchen even more anxious, adding firewood to the burning fire piece by piece,

   The thick smoke came out and the boy coughed. Those extremely firm dark eyes,

   was also so smoked that his eyes turned red and tears were about to fall, but he let the boy hold back,

   I understood because I was impatient and shouldn’t add so much firewood at one time, for fear of the fire getting smaller and smaller,

   hurriedly pulled out a few sticks of firewood, endured the discomfort and bent over to blow the fire more vigorously,

  The hard work paid off, the fire became bigger, and soon the cold water in the pot was boiled,

   There are only a few broken broken porcelain bowls in the cold palace.

   "Creak."

  The boy cautiously pushed open the dilapidated door with a half-bowl of boiling hot water, and the door made an unpleasant noise.

   "Cough cough, Ayu cough cough."

  The beautiful woman on the bed supported her sick body and sat up, and her eyes instantly turned red when she looked at her son who was wearing thin clothes and his ears were red from the cold.

   "Mom, don't move."

   The young Nangong Yu's voice is very immature, but he has a tenacity that ordinary children do not have.

  Song Dai also knows that she can't help much now, so she can only obediently cause trouble for her son,

   Looking at the steaming half bowl of hot water, an unspeakable bitterness filled the corners of his mouth.

   "Mother, drink some water to warm your body, be careful of scalding."

  Nangong Yu handed over the hot water, and asked the mother to pay attention to the position of the gap in the bowl before retracting her hand with confidence.

  Song Dai was indeed thirsty, so she picked up the bowl and put it to her mouth and blew a sip of hot water,

  Xu is because people have been frozen for too long, she can clearly feel where the water flows to the body,

   Thinking of his son's red ears, he hurriedly handed over half a bowl of water in his hand,

   "Ayu, you drink too, warm up your body, you'll see you're cold, those ears and this face..."

  Song Dai's eyes were sour, and her cold fingers wiped away the black marks on her son's face.

   "We Ayu have become cats. It's useless for the mother and queen. If it wasn't for the mother's obsession, you are the eldest son of our Great Yuan, how would you need to suffer like this."

  Nangong Yu shook his head, just warmed up the little hand that was now slowly getting cold, wiped away the tears that fell from Song Dai,

   "Ayu is not bitter, if there is no mother, there will be no me, and the mother does not need to blame herself."

   (end of this chapter)