Madam is a Superstar

  Chapter 546 Joy Begets Sadness

  Song Qing's beautiful and dazzling face still had a smile on her face, but she was so bored in her heart.

   Sure enough,

  Nangong Yu really doesn't think about herself at all. If she hadn't come to the Prince's Mansion from time to time in the past two years,

   Presumably people have already forgotten about her clinging worm, since she was still in the infancy to the present,

   For seventeen years, he has been chasing Nangong Yu to be his husband, but up to now, he has not given any response.

  Song Qing, Song Qing, you really failed!

   "Have you eaten yet?" Song Dai rubbed Song Qing's flat stomach and asked with a smile.

  Song Qing put her arms around Song Dai back, and the two of them just hugged each other and walked in, "Well, didn't this come to the Queen's concubine for a meal?"

   As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and met Nangong Yu's long, narrow, dark eyes,

   and the handsome face that made her coveted with a knife and axe, I didn't want to pay attention,

   But as soon as she saw the man's face, um, she was greedy, and she was particularly useless when she was greedy,

   However, there was a bit of resentment in his heart, he let go of Song Dai's hand and deliberately distanced himself, and bowed to Nangong Yu in self-denial and respectful manner,

   "Caomin Song Qing, see Prince."

   Although she is the next priest, she has yet to officially take up her post, so she can only pretend to be a peasant.

  Nangong Yu narrowed his eyes very shallowly, never felt that the word "Prince Prince" was so unpleasant.

  The large, thick and dry palms stretch out, and the skin-to-skin contact can clearly feel the temperature of each other,

"eat first."

   The voice of the nineteen-year-old is mellow and low, especially when it slows down, it is more intoxicating than the sweet liquor.

  Song Qing is even more useless, what should I do? I want to tie Nangong imperial hemp rope back to the priest's palace and enjoy it slowly.

The thought of    is only fleeting,

  Because she can't, it's just not negotiable about the disparity of status between the two.

"Ok."

   This sound is even more dull.

  Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows without a trace, without saying anything, he came to Song Dai's other side, and the three walked to the dining room accompanied by the palace servants.

  The breakfast is very rich,

   The three of them chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere was good after a meal. Song Dai deliberately matched the two children,

   After eating, he made an excuse to leave with most of the palace staff without sitting for a while. The intention is self-evident.

   But Song Dai left like this,

  The atmosphere in the hall was a little subtle, the two of them didn't speak, it was a bit strangely quiet,

   "Cough."

  Song Qing took a sip of the tea cup and coughed lightly, trying to relieve the embarrassment.

   I can't help but miss my childhood, and I don't think too much about melon seeds in my head, so I'm not ashamed, shameless, faceless, skinny, and want to hug.

   "Tomorrow..."

   "Tomorrow..."

   The two of them said the same thing at the same time and looked at each other. Song Qing didn't know how Nangong Yu was.

   Anyway, she was even more uncomfortable, and even had the urge to get up and run away,

   "Then what, you say it first."

   After he finished speaking, he quickly lowered his eyelids and took another sip of tea, looking like he was very thirsty.

  Nangong Yu's eyes were a little darker, how could he not detect Song Qing's discomfort now, that he didn't meet often, after all, was he still unfamiliar?

   The slender and well-proportioned fingers that were holding the teacup couldn't help tightening, and the voice was steady, "Will you come with me tomorrow at the palace to appreciate the lotus?"

   This year, a lotus flower on the East Street of Kyoto City is blooming quite well. Murong Yan loves lotus flowers very much.

  Nangongxiao ordered to go out to the palace to appreciate the lotus with the prince and princess, concubines and ministers of the harem at dusk tomorrow.

   It is quite absurd for an emperor to fight so much just because of Murong Yan's words.

  Follow me?

  Song Qing's long eyelashes trembled, and there was a faint glimmer of brilliance at the bottom of her beautiful eyes, so, what do I mean?

Is    what she meant? This thousand-year-old iceberg was finally covered up by itself! ?

   is too excited,

   so much that he suddenly looked up at the man, nodding without thinking, "Yes, it's up to you!"

   After I finished speaking, I realized how profound this sentence was, and a blush appeared on the beautiful face.

   Don’t look away, how detached the Great God Stick is in front of people, how cowardly he is in front of his sweetheart,

   "That, I don't mean that, I mean I want to..."

The word    was stuck in his throat, and the whole person was unable to move because the big palm above his head was frozen.

   So much so that I missed the soft indulgence in Nangong Yu's expression, only to hear a helpless sigh from the man,

   "Song Qing, you have grown up."

  I have my own mind, and I no longer want to be close to him as recklessly as before,

   In a few years, even the heart that has always been happy with him will change, and the person in his heart will become another man.

   With this in mind,

  Nangong Yushen's eyes darkened and he was full of anger.

  …

   After half an hour,

  Song Qing didn't know how he came back from the Fengming Palace, only that he walked briskly and almost grew wings and flew.

How to do how to do,

   She felt that she and Nangong Yu were having fun again, so she just asked so much because she was caring about herself, right? huh?

   The heat waves in June were blowing, but Song Qing felt extremely wonderful.

  Even the endless cicadas chirping in my ears are so beautiful at this moment!

   However, such a good mood did not last long, it can only be said to be joy and sorrow.

  ,

   The next day,

  The dusk of midsummer is the most dazzling and dazzling, and the occasional flocks of birds passing by add to this beautiful scenery.

  The octagonal pavilions are located in the lake, the lake is sparkling, and the green lotus leaves are lined with lotus flowers of different colors.

   or fully blooming or budding, there are many dragonflies that stop on the tip of the bud after being touched by water,

   "Concubine Ai, what's up, such a beautiful scenery suits your heart?"

  In the red-tiled octagonal pavilion in the middle of the lake, Nangongxiao was sitting happily under the golden nanmu chair with Murong Yan in his arms.

   Murong Yan was wearing a celestial lotus flower fairy dress today, and now she was sitting in Nangong Xiao's arms as if she had no bones.

   Hearing this, he picked up a crystal clear and round seedless green grape and put it into Nangong Xiao's mouth, smiled softly and said,

   "No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is only fleeting, but the mind of the concubine is all on the emperor."

  Everyone likes to hear nice words, not to mention that they are said from the mouth of a stunning beauty, and Nangong Xiaolong's heart is happy to laugh even more.

   And behind the two,

   The several harem concubines who came out with Song Dai as the head, at this moment, were all heartbroken by Murong Yan, the demon concubine who confuses the king,

   He had to maintain a decent smile on his face, and he could only hold a handkerchief in his wide sleeves, pinching his palms, or cursing Murong Yan.

  Song Dai didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, her eyes were the beautiful lotus flowers in front of her.

   He didn't dare to look at Nangong Xiao, who was holding Murong Yan and laughing happily, just because his heart hurt **** like being cut by a knife,

The corners of   's slightly pursed lips are even more bitter. Once upon a time, the person in Xiao Lang's arms was himself, and he was looking at the yard full of golden chrysanthemums.

   And now,

   Things are right and wrong, but they are.

   In the octagonal pavilion not far away, Song Qing looked at Nangong Yu, who had a good conversation with Xu Rouyin, the daughter of the Minister of War.

   Look at yourself who is lonely and lonely when no one cares about it, and then you know what it means to be happy and sad.

   (end of this chapter)