Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 545 Priesthood

   Nangong Yu was really happy, but he didn't let anyone find out.

   In the early morning of the next day, the morning light was faint,

  A carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, and the driver just pulled the reins of the horse when the curtain of the carriage behind him was lifted by a pair of slender hands.

   Dressed in a Manzhu Shahualuo skirt, the flamboyant figure broke into people's eyes, and Song Qing's hair reached three thousand waists.

   Neatly jumped out of the carriage, looking at the empty palace gate, the heart full of anticipation was also empty,

   "Master is too lazy to come to pick me up, why didn't Nangong Yu come to pick me up, no one misses me after two years?"

  's voice is lazy, with a three-pointed sigh, and the remaining seven-pointed is casual.

   Two years are not long or short, and the changes are really not that big. It can only be said that compared with Xiao Songqing when he was young,

   The current Song Qing is getting more and more like a great stick, and his whole body is cold.

   Talking and laughing with people is all about compassion and detachment from the world.

   "I have seen your lord!" The guards at the gate of the palace saluted Song Qing in unison.

  Song Qing raised her delicate red lips, and the wide sleeves of the red robe embroidered with lifelike Manzhu Shahua lightly lifted it and swung it casually, "No need."

   Walking into the palace alone, without stopping, without looking back from beginning to end,

   also did not find the thick wall of the palace gate, standing tall and majestic figure of a man,

   Those deep phoenix eyes that could not tell the difference between joy and anger, followed the wanton red robe and drifted away before opening his lips,

   "There is no need to say more about what happened alone today."

   The guards in charge of the high places on both sides nodded and responded respectfully, "Yes, Prince."

   Although they are a royal army, they are not stupid. Although the prince's position is the object of the emperor's desire to put the prince in the prince's conquest of the throne,

   But after so many years, the prince can still sit firmly in the position of the prince without being shaken.

   And every time he is in danger, he can save himself from danger, even the problems that the emperor has given to the prince over the past few years, one after another,

  The princes are all resolved one by one. Although the prince today still cannot get into the eyes of the emperor,

   But they are guarding the gate of this palace, how the ministers who come and go every day can hear clearly how the prince's evaluation is,

  There are so many ministers who admire the prince, even if it is not the prince who ascends the throne in the future, the prince is definitely not in the pool.

   Let’s talk about this room,

  Song Qing returned to the priest's hall all the way, and happened to bump into Sima Zhen who was about to go out.

   After so many years, the two of them are still unfamiliar, so out of courtesy, Song Qing said hello,

   "Uncle Master."

  Sima Zhen nodded, swept past Song Qing's face and the increasingly coquettish tear mole at the end of his eyes, "Come back, my sister just fell asleep."

  Master just fell asleep?

  Because of the fear of being dominated by Miao Shui when he was a child, Song Qing consciously retracted his feet so as not to wake up the master and be chanted when he came back to sleep.

   Looking at the ancient book handed down by the priests of the Great Yuan Dynasty in the hands of Sima Zhen, he raised his eyebrows,

   "Uncle Shi has worked so hard to study the art of Xuanmen, why did he give me the position of the next priest two years ago?"

   That's right,

   is Rang, otherwise she is far less talented than Shishu in terms of being a magician.

  Sima Zhen seemed to accidentally put his hands behind him and put the ancient book behind him. A scorching summer wind blew up his green bamboo robes.

   "My sister and I are only ten years apart. I'm not too young to be a priest when my sister quits her job as a priest, and it's superfluous to take over as a priest.

  You are different from us, you are still young, it is more suitable for you to take over the priesthood. "

  Song Qing didn't ask any further questions. After all, she couldn't think of anything else besides this reason, so she smiled and said,

   "So that's the case. Uncle Master, you are busy. I will go to the imperial kitchen to see if there is anything to eat, so I won't disturb Master's rest."

   Sima Zhen raised his foot and left without saying a word of caring for his nephew.

   Bamboo green robes are slender and thin with a tall and straight back. Looking at such a back, it is easy to think of a bamboo forest growing straight up under the scorching sun.

  Song Qing snorted, her uncle's temperament is really colder than anyone else, more difficult to approach,

   For so many years, except for Master, I have never seen Master Uncle smile and get close to anyone.

   Song Qing did not go to the imperial kitchen,

   Instead, I took a detour to the Queen's Fengming Palace. If I could, of course I wanted to turn around and fly out of the palace to the Prince's mansion.

   But it's not very suitable, no matter how she chasing after her brother Ayu over the years,

  Everyone is hot and cold, neither cold nor indifferent, and there is no trust. Second, both of them have grown up and have different identities between men and women.

  I can't go to the Empress's place, I can inquire about the news and then have a meal or something.

   "Rong Yi, go and see if Xiao Qingqing is back, Ayu, you too, since you want to enter the palace, can't you wait at the gate of the palace?

  You don't know that Xiao Qingqing is coming back today, you don't miss her in two years? "

   Song Dai's reproachful voice could be heard from a distance, Song Qing couldn't help but stop,

   An unexpected sweetheart is here, and secondly, I want to hear what her brother Ayu will say.

  In the courtyard of Fengming Palace,

  Nangong Yu easily caught the familiar footsteps outside the palace gate, thinking about sneaking into the prince's mansion from time to time in the past two years,

   Afterwards, he left a note saying that the guards of the Prince's Mansion were too bad, and the pretty girl curled her lips and smiled,

"fine."

   In his spare time, he would also go to Xiuyuan Temple to see her, and he would often stay beside her, who was sleeping soundly, before returning until dawn.

  Song Dai's voice that she hates iron is not steel came out again, and it happened that Rong Yi also came out with the palace servants at this time,

   Seeing the look of surprise on Song Qing's face, he turned his head and shouted into the palace in a loud voice,

   "Niangniang, Miss Song Qing is back!"

   Don't look at Rong Yi's usual duty of being a slave in front of others, but she's actually an ill-tempered aunt on the inside.

   "Aunt Rongyi."

   Song Qing put away the point on the tip of her heart because of the loss of Nangong Yu's two words, and showed a bright smile to Rong Yi.

   "Hey!"

  Rongyi was very happy, she took Song Qing's hand and kept praising, "Miss Song Qing has become beautiful again, it's true that she has become more and more beautiful after the eighteenth change!"

  Song Dai and Nangong Yuneng came out of the cold palace because of the help of Miaoshui Gang, Song Qing is Miaoshui's apprentice,

  Rongyi will of course give a good face, plus Song Qing has run to Fengming Palace and followed behind Nangong Yu's **** whenever she has time over the years,

   Aunt Rongyi called out with a sweet mouth every time she came, and Rongyi liked it very much.

   "Our little Qingqing is back! Come on, come on, let Ben Gong give you a hug, have you lost weight again?"

  Song Dai couldn't care about her son after hearing Rong Yi's words, she came out and hugged Song Qing with a wide-eyed smile.

   She really wanted a daughter from the very beginning, how nice it would be for her to be considerate and to live a peaceful life without the struggle for the throne.

   But the one who was born was a son. No, I heard that the priest picked up a female doll from the snow that year.

   Ignoring the cold weather, I took my son out of the cold palace and rushed to the priest's palace to take a look.

   also Baba let the child follow his surname, because he wanted to have a daughter.

   "I'm not thin, but I'm getting fat. Empress, please feel my waist carefully. Is there a circle of soft flesh?"

   (end of this chapter)