Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 542 Little follower

  Nangong Xiao is such a sensitive person, Nangong asked how the little **** with the mouth can escape his ears, frowning unhappily,

   No matter how he doesn't like it, he is still his own son. What is the father of him who scolds the little **** in front of him?

   His eyes stayed on Nangong Yu, whose face was covered in wounds, and squinted, thinking of what Mr.

"go back."

   The two words that the bull's head does not match the horse's mouth, but Nangong Wen raised his chin arrogantly, looked at Nangong Yu with contempt, and gloated.

   "Did you hear that, the father asked you to go back to where you came from, and go back to your cold palace without taking your mother and queen!"

   "Presumptuous!"

  Nangongxiao's stern voice made everyone present kneel, even Xiao Songqing, who was not sure why, was dragged to his knees by the master.

   Except for Nangong Xiao and Nangong Yu Nangong Wen, none of the three were standing. Nangong Yu was reluctant to kneel.

   As for Nangong Wen, he was frightened. He looked at Nangong Xiao's majestic eyes and his legs trembled, "Father, father..."

   Such a timid and fearful appearance is in stark contrast to Nangong Yu's appearance with his back straight despite his injuries.

  Nangong Xiao was even more displeased, "The widow is to let you all go back to your own place, and the Guozijian is to teach you to be sensible, not to fight hard.

  Look at you, what your widowed sons and daughters look like. Besides, if the queen is the queen one day, she will be your mother.

  Since you are your mother, you should respect and not speak rudely. Is it true that one day the widow has no power and no power, and you dare to be presumptuous to the widow? ! "

   The last sentence is the main reason why Nangong Xiao will be the first for Nangong Yu Songdai today,

  The ruler is the ruler, the minister is the minister, the father is the father, and the son is the son, how can we go beyond the rules.

   "My son doesn't dare." "My son doesn't dare." "My son and so on, please ask your father to forgive you!"

  In this way, a farce ended.

  As Nangong Xiao said, each went to his own house, and Nangong Yu had a little follower behind his butt,

   "Brother Ayu, Ayu, wait for me, I can't keep up."

   Xiao Songqing is tall among female dolls, but in front of Nangong Yu, it is not worth mentioning.

  Nangong Yu's footsteps stopped for a moment, but he walked faster after hearing the voice of Nangong asking a few people.

   So angry that Song Qing stomped his feet in the back and chased to a corner where no one was around,

   Only then did she see brother Ayu, whom she was thinking about, sitting on a stone beside the clear stream,

  For fear that the person who had finally caught up ran away again, this time Song Qing didn't shout, but kept his mouth shut and tiptoed over.

   The murmur of the brook,

   But he couldn't hide the little girl's footsteps. As Song Qing got closer to Nangong Yu's back, the back became more and more stiff.

   I didn't want her to see her embarrassed appearance, but she couldn't bear to keep running after her.

  Suddenly, a pair of soft hands hugged his waist, making Nangong Yu's body even more rigid.

   "Hehe, I caught you."

  Song Qing was very happy, but thinking about Nangong Yu's injury and wanting to give medicine, he was afraid that if he let go, he would run away, so he negotiated and said,

   "Brother Ayu, I have the ointment that Master gave me on my body. I'll release you later. Don't run away, I'll give you the medicine before you run, okay?"

   The light iris fragrance on the little girl's body is very good, and there is a warm body temperature. No matter what it is, it makes people greedy for no reason.

  Nangong Yu closed his eyes and suppressed the inexplicable thought in his heart. After a while, he said, "En."

   He should have pushed her away, but he was reluctant, and even selfishly wanted her to hug him longer.

  Song Qing was very happy, let go of the hand holding Nangong Yu's waist, and took out the ointment that Miaoshui had put in her pocket,

  Sit down on another stone next to it, and began to apply medicine to the wound on Nangong Yu's face little by little,

   I carefully applied the medicine for fear of hurting people, but I couldn’t stop my mouth.

   "Actually, brother Ayu, you shouldn't have fought with them just now, I know they scolded the Queen and you were unhappy,

   But you are the one who suffers from a lot of fights. If I do, I won't fight. I'll watch them secretly and find an opportunity to play tricks behind the scenes.

  There is a lot of poison in the temple of the priests, no, you can't use the medicine that kills people, you should use the poison that tricks people,

  What makes people have diarrhea all the time, makes people feel pain in their stomachs, and makes people can't stop laughing..."

  Miao Shui is a priest, and he is proficient in medicine and poison.

  Song Qing, as one of the next priest candidates, of course he had to start learning from a doll, and Miao Shui would drive a duck on the shelves to learn anything.

  Nangong Yu just looked at the little girl's face so quietly, when his eyes touched the chattering mouth,

   looked away uncomfortably, looked at the stream that was only **** wide, and asked, "You threw that walnut in Shicai?"

  Song Qing laughed so hard that he could not see his teeth but nodded, "Well, can I throw it right?"

  Nangong Yu's thin lips couldn't help but lift up, but he accidentally touched the wound at the corner of his mouth, causing his brows to swell up in pain.

   "Does it hurt? Don't move, I'll paint it for you first."

   The two are now very close together, Song Qing noticed it very quickly, scraped a layer of light and transparent ointment with his fingertips, and smeared it lightly on the corner of Nangong Yu's mouth.

   was so focused that he didn't notice Nangong Yu's sudden stagnation of breathing.

   The two of them are in a corner of the garden in Guozijian. Spring is when the flowers are blooming.

  The breeze blew through the fragrance of flowers and plants that rolled up, and the sun fell on the two of them, which was very warm.

  …

  The days passed by in a flash,

  In the middle of summer, Sima Zhen, who went out of the palace and traveled around the people, is going to return to the palace.

  Miaoshui is very happy, she has been talking about this in Song Qing's ear for the past few days,

  There are also many things in the temple of the priests, all of which were prepared for Sima Zhen.

  It's a pity that Song Qing was not interested and didn't take it to heart. She focused on her brother Ayu,

   She was only 2 years old when Sima Zhen left the palace, and a 2-year-old baby can remember very few things.

   Of course, I have no impression of Sima Zhen, my little uncle, let alone any feelings. I only know that the master and the uncle have a good relationship.

  I don't know anything about the others. What do you care about others? The seven-year-old baby has a very small heart and can only hold her future husband.

  Sima Zhen arrived at the palace at dusk,

  Miao Shui was waiting at the gate of the palace early. He originally wanted to drag the doll with him.

   But no one answered after calling for a long time, thinking that the dead child must have gone to pester that child in Nangong again,

   was also afraid of delaying the time to pick up Ah Zhen, so he didn't find himself to wait at the gate of the palace.

   "Sister!"

  Sima Zhen, dressed in indigo blue robes, got off the carriage and saw Miao Shui waiting at the gate of the palace.

  Qingjun's face showed joy, he shouted a salute from a distance and came to Miaoshui without striding.

   Ignoring the guards guarding the palace gate, he reached out and grabbed Miao Shui's hand and clenched it tightly. He couldn't hide his excitement, "Sister! I'm back!"

   (end of this chapter)