Madam is a Superstar

Well, it belongs to Qingqing.

Nangong Yu smiled and hugged the person in his arms closer. The chill of the late autumn night spread, so it was just right to sleep in each other's arms.

The dim palace lantern in the corridor outside the house swayed slightly in the wind, but it was quiet and peaceful.

Button.

Two clicks on the window lattice broke the warmth of the room, and Nangong Yufeng's eyes suddenly sharpened,

What's the matter?

Song Qing nestled in his broad arms, feeling sleepy after being disturbed twice in succession.

No matter how sleepy I feel, I still feel a hint of sobriety, but my upper and lower eyelids are still fighting fiercely.

But he also knew that Emperor Ying would only be here for business at this time, so he comforted the man's back and signaled that he would be less angry.

Squeak.

There was a sound of pushing the window, and the ghostly figure of Emperor Ying, clad in black and masked, appeared.

Your Majesty, there are strange movements outside the city and in the imperial concubine's palace. Although the Bihai envoy has not left the post house,

But using flying pigeons to mobilize the troops and horses that have sneaked into Kyoto in recent years, within half an hour, the prime minister will lead the troops and horses to attack the palace.

The report fell word by word in the room, and Nangong Yu's long and well-proportioned fingers opened the bed curtain.

There is no burning lamp, and the black dragon-patterned inner robe almost blends into the night. Instead of anger, he smiles.

very good.

Ask Shangguan Hong to hold his troops still and wait for the signal from the palace before leading troops to surround the Prime Minister's Mansion. You go and prepare so that we can welcome our Prime Minister.

yes.

The figure of the emperor's shadow quickly disappeared into the night. Song Qing, who was wearing a snow-white inner robe,

Then he opened the bed curtain and came down. The silky underwear wrapped around his graceful and concave figure.

Nangong Yusihai's deep eyes darkened, and he closed the woman's slightly open neckline.

Lowering his head to kiss his forehead and heart, his sexy Adam's apple slid up and down with a mellow sound,

Qingqing, please go to Cining Palace to accompany your mother for me, okay?

Song Qing rubbed her dazzling face against her chest, feeling the strong and powerful heartbeat, which was particularly gentle.

Well, stay safe. I'll sleep with you when you come back.

After saying that, he raised his head and saw Nangong Yu's face clearly with his beautiful, sleepy eyes.

The man's thin lips pursed into a cold arc, and Song Qing's delicate red lips came up to kiss him precisely,

He quickly left and went to get the robe draped on a sandalwood hanger to change Nangong Yu himself.

It's extremely cold tonight,

In order not to disturb the people in the prime minister's palace, he did not wake up other people in the priest's palace.

Song Qing practiced Qinggong and quietly went to Cining Palace under the escort of Emperor Ying.

The Cining Palace and the Priest Hall were generally peaceful and no different from the past. However, in a dark room inside,

The Queen Mother has already stood up, wearing a navy blue quilted cloak.

Seeing his daughter-in-law, he was not surprised at all. He patted the armrest of the lounge chair next to him with his hand wearing a gold bracelet.

Come here, little Qingqing, sit here and look at this folk painting book with the Ai family. Yu'er will take care of it soon, don't worry.

She was worried after hearing about the banquet, so she called her son over and asked him carefully.

Yu'er talked to her a little, and now that she knew she was absolutely sure, she felt relieved.

There was nothing she could do to help her son, so instead of worrying blindly, it would be better to sit down and wait with peace of mind.

After reading the picture book and eating melon seeds, Yu'er can look at Xiao Qingqing for Yu'er to feel at ease.

Mother.

How did Song Qing know that Nangong Yu and the Queen Mother and her son were carrying her around and around, so she walked over obediently,

The rattan lounge chair was covered with soft and comfortable thin blankets. As soon as he sat down, the Queen Mother thrust a painting book into her arms.

‘My husband and I were childhood sweethearts’

The cover of the blue booklet is written in neat regular script. One look at it and you can tell that this book is written by a woman.

Xiao Qingqing, please look through this book. Ai Jia feels that the heroes and heroines written here are very similar to you and Yu'er. You must like it.

Song Qing's eyes fell on the words on the blue booklet and she was silent for a moment. She and Huo Benefactor were their childhood sweethearts?

His heart was worried about Nangong Yu. Under the expectant and encouraging gaze of the Queen Mother, he held the pages of the book with his fingertips and symbolically turned a few pages.

See,

I didn’t read it completely.

Compared with the leisure and elegance in the dark room, the corridor leading directly to the emperor's palace is a completely different scene.

Nangong Yu's tall and slender figure stood on the tall building of the palace wall, coldly watching the fight between the two parties below.

Broken limbs and remains, and the smell of blood permeated the cold autumn wind, making people sick.

Below, Guo Yonghuai, the commander of the Royal Forest Army, was fighting with Zhao Zhengqing with a sword. Unexpectedly, he was attacked in the back.

Bring me the arrows.

Nangong Yu's lips opened slightly, and the emperor's figure beside him nodded silently and handed the bow and arrow to the emperor.

Under the light of burning torches on the walls of the corridor, arrows carrying strong wind rushed towards Zhao Zhengqing,

The tip of the arrow pierced Zhao Zhengqing's left shoulder. As the monarch and his ministers looked at each other, he looked aloof and indifferent as always.

One of them had to kneel down on one knee in embarrassment and use his sword to hold himself steady. At this moment, Guo Yonghuai was already entangled with Zhao Zhuoyuan.

Dad, are you okay?

Zhao Zhuoyuan waved Guo Yonghuai away and asked without looking back, but he himself was not much better.

The old immortal Shangguan Hong is obviously still in the General's Mansion, and the military camp in Beijing is full of people as usual.

Why are there so many soldiers in the palace! Their attack into the palace tonight was so covert, how did the emperor know about it?

call out!

Another feather arrow came through the air. Zhao Zhuoyuan and Zhao Zhengqing were half kneeling on the ground holding their swords.

Kneeling down, I saw the emperor I had been looking up to for all these years and an extremely familiar face, and my blood surged up and I roared,

Hongjianhu! You betrayed us!

There is another person beside the King on the high platform. This person is shaking his feather fan in the cold night wind.

Squinting his slender eyes, he looked at the embarrassed Zhao father and son with a smile.

This person was none other than the person who proposed using the banquet in the dark room of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Hongjianhu, who created rumors to ruin the reputation of the emperor and shaken the hearts of the people, shook his feather fan in contentment.

Young master, what you said is wrong. I have always been loyal to the emperor. How can I betray you?

Zhao Zhengqing's people quickly came over to protect the father and son. Zhao Zhengqing cast his cold eyes on Hong Jianhu, sneered, and looked at the emperor,

I didn't mention it to anyone beforehand that I was going to invade the palace tonight. How did the emperor know about it?

Nangong Yu took a new feather arrow handed over by Di Ying. After hearing this, he rubbed the cold arrow with his straight fingers.

There was no trace of warmth or emotion in Feng Mu. She looked down at Zhao Zhengqing and opened her lips.

I have been on the throne for four years, and I have been looking forward to the Prime Minister's rebellion all the time. Unfortunately, the Prime Minister has disappointed me so much that I have to wait for four years before raising an army.

Hong Jianhu's movement of shaking the feather fan paused slightly. Three years ago, he was ordered by the emperor to join the prime minister's party. He didn't know that such a thing existed.

Nangong Yu held up his bow and arrow, the aura throughout his body was undeniable and majestic, and pointed the sharp sword head at Zhao Zhengqing,

It's only strange that the Prime Minister sacrificed his life to save his father's life in front of everyone, so that everyone in the world knew that the Nangong royal family owed you Zhao Zhengqing a favor.

Five years ago, the collusion with Dongchen Liyingwai was too secretive, so that no one could trace it.

The starlight is very good tonight. The Prime Minister took the nine members of the Zhao family to cross Huangquan Road. I would like to thank my father for my kindness.

The words fell, and the sharp arrow left the string.