Madam is a Superstar

Nangong Yu reached out and took the oncoming woman into his arms, his handsome and godlike face softened slightly.

Their eyes met with each other, and there was already a third smile on their faces, the most tender one.

The slightly rough fingertips from holding a sword all year round traced the eye-catching mole at the end of Song Qing's eye.

I have been pregnant for three years, and Qingqing has suffered because of me and the child.

A sentence in the mist,

What?

Song Qing couldn't wait for the answer. He was carried around the waist and led into the dining room. The weather at the end of October was really cold.

If a gust of wind blows, even if the whole person is bathed in the warm morning light, it will not help.

No, Grandpa De tightened the whisk in his arms and tightened the eunuch's jacket tightly.

He hurriedly raised his feet and followed the footsteps of the two behind him, thinking about how to urge someone to prepare some soup pots and charcoal fire.

Then ask the imperial kitchen to prepare some warm tonic soup. The empress is pregnant with the emperor's heir and cannot be careless.

Breakfast consists of a few stomach-warming and delicious snacks.

There were thick-skinned and small meat buns outside the palace, so Song Qing couldn't eat much.

After eating a few mouthfuls, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at Nangong's imperial meal with half of his face in profile.

The way he looks and behaves is like a nobleman born and nurtured in the royal family, and he looks more delicious than the food.

Thinking of something, she poked the man's strong arm through the dragon-patterned sleeve with her long, shiny fingers.

Are you tired? If not, take me to see Yun Meiren after dinner?

Wu Yun saw Yun Meiren's reaction several times. Looking back, he felt that something was wrong.

Every time I think about it, I seem to have missed something, but now I have a bold guess,

But she still needs to verify it herself. If it is really what she thinks,

Coupled with the scroll in the study, Yun Meiren... well, there is no doubt that she has a serious illness.

Not tired.

Nangong Yu held the white jade chopsticks for a moment and brought the jade shrimp balls to Song Qing's mouth.

She knows how to do witchcraft. It's better not to go see her. You are still pregnant with the child.

Song Qing subconsciously opened her mouth and ate it. It tasted good but her stomach was a bit full.

While feeling resentful, his fingertips followed the dragon pattern embroidered with gold thread, and when he opened his mouth again, his lazy voice naturally became tinged with coquettish meaning.

When the time comes, I'll hide in your arms and take a look from a distance, eh? Are you okay, husband~

In another world, she still has the freedom to go wherever she wants. After all, no matter how powerful the Huo family is there, it is not as powerful as the country.

Dayuan is different. In the entire dynasty, only the imperial power is supreme, and Nangong Yu is the one who controls the imperial power above the imperial power.

Furthermore, there is no need for things that can be solved with a few words of coquettishness to further escalate into conflicts.

This phrase hiding in your arms will undoubtedly please men's inherent possessiveness. Nangong Yuzhi's pursed lips deepened,

good.

The voice is mellow and restrained, with a deep sense of indulgence.

The palace servants waiting in the dining room listened to the conversation between the emperor and the empress, and for a moment they didn't know what to think.

Your Majesty,

Where have your golden words as the king of a country gone?

Compared with the warmth here in Fengming Palace, the dark dungeon of the palace is a different scene.

The biting cold wind of late autumn poured in from the narrow vents high in the wall, and the dungeon, which was already dark and cold all year round,

It's getting colder and colder, and the dirty ground is covered with piles of dry and scrawled straw.

It's time to eat. It's time to eat. Don't grab the steamed buns for each person. Eat a sip and drink a sip of water. Don't choke to death.

If you don't deserve to die, don't think that you will be fine. The person who was gnawed beyond recognition by rats the day before yesterday will be your fate.

If you don't want to be dignified when you die, pretend I didn't say it. I'm sorry for my ancestors and I'm sorry for my parents. Think about it yourself!

The dungeon echoed with the angry voice of the cell leader, and the grown men were making steamed buns as big as their fists.

They were thrown into every cell as if they were trash, and there were many strong prisoners competing for the steamed buns of other prisoners.

Mei'er tremblingly picked up the two steamed buns, forcing herself not to look or listen to the terrifying movements around her.

Little, little master.

She staggered back to Yun Meiren, picked off the dust on the bun, and then handed it over carefully.

Yun Meiren took a look at the steamed buns in front of her, reached out and pinched a small piece and put it into her mouth as she had done the previous few days.

I have no intention of eating anymore, and it’s also because I have lost weight by eating this way.

But if I look closely, my face looks much better than before I was put in the cell.

Not only is it not as pale as before due to blood loss, but it also has a hint of rosiness.

However, Mei'er is with Yun Meiren every day, so she can't see any subtle changes in this star.

Seeing the little master getting thinner day by day, thinking that if the little master dies, he will die too, and his eyes turn red.

Little Master, you might as well eat more. How can you do it without eating or drinking? Your body is already weak. If you continue like this, you won't be able to bear it.

She didn't want to die, let alone be like the two palace maids and eunuchs who tried to poison the priest.

Even if she died, she would be whipped. That night, the master asked her to secretly go to the banquet hall and keep an eye on her.

She still remembers the horrifying sound of whipping corpses, as well as the appearance of the last two people.

You can still tell that he is a human being. There is no good flesh on his body, and his bones are all exposed.

Thinking of these things, Mei'er's stomach was filled with sour water, and her whole face turned pale.

you eat.

Yun Meiren's tone was very soft, and she closed her eyes again as if she was unaware of the hunger in her body.

But if this happens, my little master, your body will really not be able to bear it...

Meier wanted to persuade her again but she heard a commotion outside. When she looked up, she saw two jailers walking towards them.

The labor prisoners in the surrounding cells who were devouring their food were now holding the steamed buns and shrinking back.

Although I know that I will die sooner or later if I am locked up in this dark place, there are few people who are not afraid when the day comes to set off on the road.

Meier's body instinctively shrank back, especially when she saw the two jailers coming towards them step by step.

His whole heart was lifted, he gritted his teeth and pinched the bun in his hand until it was dented.

Clang.

The cell door opened and a jailer walked in and looked at Yun Mei and Mei'er.

You two, come out and come with us.

After all, she is a concubine in the emperor's harem. Even if she goes to the dungeon, she should avoid it to avoid causing more troubles and causing herself a lot of trouble.

Dare, dare I ask the jailer, brother...

Mei'er plucked up the courage to ask what was going on. Yun Meiren stood up at some point and walked past Mei'er.

Lead the way.

It was still a very light sentence, as if he already knew they would come,

The jailer was startled, but fortunately he had seen all kinds of prisoners over the years and quickly came to his senses.

Looking at Mei'er who was still standing there, unable to move her feet, she frowned and scolded,

What are you still doing? Come on!

Mei'er's whole body trembled with fear. She held back the uncontrollable tears and stuffed the two buns into her arms.

He lifted his weak legs, lowered his head and followed Yun Meiren out of the cell one step at a time.

See the Emperor, see...

Yun Meiren's eyes lingered for a moment on Song Qing's embroidered phoenix robe with wings spread, before continuing,

The Queen.