Madam is a Superstar

The rain with the autumn wind fell from noon to evening, and still had no intention of stopping.

The small kitchen brought by Fengming Palace was filled with smoke. Yuan'er guessed that her master was pregnant.

I specially went to the imperial dining room to get the mutton, ginger, white radish and other seasoning ingredients.

I personally cook soup for my master to drink, not to mention that the mutton itself is a good and nourishing food.

Just saying that today’s weather is cold and breezy, it’s a good time to warm up with a bowl of hot mutton soup.

In the study,

Song Qing was holding on to his ink pen, and on the sandalwood table were the key points of the half-copied historical records.

He was just stuck on the word chaotic, and the ink floating on the surface of the font had already dried.

The tip of the ink pen has not yet landed on the book and wandered around again.

Your Majesty, Your Majesty.

Xiao Caizi was afraid that his voice would be too loud and disturb his master, so he was careful and cautious.

But I don’t know if I was being too careful. For a long time, the people behind the table didn’t respond.

I didn't dare to offend, so I could only poke my head and follow the master's line of sight curiously.

Outside the hollow window lattice, the increasingly dark sky and the sloping rain curtain can no longer be seen.

In other words, two red lanterns were hung at the entrance of the palace to illuminate the road at night, which was particularly eye-catching in this night scene.

What time is it?

Song Qing looked away, leaned back on the seat, stretched out her hand to press the center of her eyebrows, her cold voice was filled with a hint of joy,

Go back to your Majesty, it's just entering Youshi. Don't look at it. It's dark and it seems very late.

In fact, it was raining and there were more clouds, and there was no sun and no crescent moon.

Xiao Caizi thought about it carefully and tasted it. The empress was so lost in admiring the rain scene.

It was obvious that he was looking at the palace gate waiting for the emperor to come back and have dinner together. It was also his fault.

It was such a rainy day that I didn't know how to ask someone to find out when the emperor would come back. It was just a matter of letting the empress worry about me here.

Mother, please send me slaves...

Seeing his master's silence for a long time, Xiaocaizi thought about sending someone to the emperor to inquire about it.

However, he saw Song Qing standing up holding on to the armrests of the sandalwood seat and walking out of the room first. She hurriedly shut her mouth and hurriedly followed.

The rain is still falling,

When the emperor's grand ceremonial guard came back, the sky had completely darkened.

Under the candlelight reflected by the lanterns in the eaves corridor, the rain falling in diagonal lines is clearly visible to the naked eye.

See the Emperor.

See the Emperor.

The sound of salutes came one after another from the palace gate to the corridor in front of the hall door, but the beloved woman was nowhere to be seen.

Nangong's eyebrow peaks could be seen raised, and he paused for a moment while taking off his cloak, looking towards the palace that was lit up with the radiance of night pearls.

The Queen has rested? But she is feeling unwell.

The emperor only asked, and did not pick out who was present. Look at me, look at you. I don’t know who should ask this question.

Eunuch De became angry when he saw each one of them acting without their own opinion. He winked at Yuan'er quietly and said,

Yuan'er had intended to reply, but the look in Eunuch De's eyes made her feel reassured.

Back to the emperor, the empress was not feeling unwell. After taking a bath, she sent her slaves to rest in the palace alone.

However, the empress did not have a very good appetite tonight, so she used a small bowl of mutton soup and put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Yuan'er was already worried about this matter. It would be okay if the empress was not pregnant. Occasionally, she would eat less and poop less at a meal, so she wouldn't be afraid of hurting her body.

But right now, the empress is still pregnant. If the empress doesn’t eat the little prince and princess in her belly, she still needs to eat. How can she be hungry?

Your Majesty, this...

Eunuch De became worried when he heard this. He knew that the Queen was pregnant.

He has always been more worried about the emperor's heirs, especially when he listened to the emperor in the court saying that he wanted to dismiss the harem in front of all the civil and military officials.

There is nothing the emperor has wanted to do since he ascended the throne that has not been accomplished. If the harem is really dismissed in the future, the emperor's heir will only depend on the queen.

Go down and prepare some food.

After leaving a brief sentence, Nangong Yujiang casually put his cloak on Eunuch De's hands, and walked toward the palace with his tall and strong figure.

Hey, old slave, let them prepare it now.

Eunuch De took the emperor's broad cloak and held it in his arms, folding it up quickly with quick eyes and hands.

This prevented the cloak from getting stained by the dust and water on the ground. In another world, Huo Yu was 1.9 meters tall.

Nangong Yu's height in Dayuan is more superior than in another world. Mr. De is not tall at all.

Although he has practiced martial arts all year round, he is not as hunched over as other eunuchs who have not practiced martial arts.

But it is incomparable to Nangong Yu, let alone the palace people facing the master,

He would always bend down to answer subconsciously, so it was really difficult for the young father-in-law.

In the palace,

The incense that lulls people to sleep is burning outside, and the bed curtains are down. Song Qing does not sleep deeply.

Regardless of the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open from outside, or the sound of voices in the hall and corridor just now,

She could hear clearly, on one side was reality and on the other was intermittent and chaotic dreams.

She was powerless even if she wanted to open her eyes. Although she was not familiar with this feeling, she was not unfamiliar either.

Sure enough, as a high priest who can spy on the secrets of heaven, he still has to show mercy to the common people.

He couldn't commit any crime of killing easily. The sound of steady and powerful footsteps in his ears gradually came closer.

The heaviness in her body also eased, until the bed curtain was opened and a generous palm wrapped around her hand,

A steady stream of imperial dragon energy spread from the palm of his hand throughout his body. Song Qing suddenly opened his eyes and met Nangong Yu's eyes.

What's wrong?

Feeling his palm being held tightly behind his back, Nangong Yu squeezed Song Qing's palm comfortingly.

The other hand touched the woman's sweaty forehead, and her frown deepened as she thought about something.

The well-proportioned fingers that were caressing Song Qing's forehead were instead used to massage the temples with moderate force.

The thin lips were pursed, and the expression on the handsome and noble face showed the same displeasure as when he was in the dungeon.

okay.

Song Qing pulled her hand away from the man's dry and warm palm, and her delicate body in black underwear also moved back.

After all, we have gotten to know each other so well over the past few months that we can detect even the smallest expression.

Originally because of the incident in the dungeon, Nangong Yu was upset all afternoon with his slightly cold attitude toward him.

Now is the time when I feel uncomfortable because of the nightmare just now, and when faced with the unhappiness between the man's brows and eyes,

My mood is inevitably tainted with a bit of restlessness. In the past few months, I have been accustomed to a soft and dependable voice in Nangong Yu.

At this time, she felt a little colder when she opened her mouth. She brushed away the man's hand that stretched towards her face again.

It's just a nightmare. It's much better. I'm fine.

Admittedly, it's a bit pretentious, but I really couldn't adjust my mood for a while. I was originally a person who was a little angry when I got up.

Nangong Yu's palms froze in mid-air, peering into the bottom of his bottomless eyes like an abyss.

The person in front of me was looking at a beautiful and dazzling face that was half sleepy, without saying a word.

The atmosphere in the palace fell into a stagnant stalemate. The sound of rain outside and the lowered voices of the palace residents became increasingly clear to my ears.

I heard from the palace servant that you only used a small bowl at night. Are you hungry?

The mellow and restrained voice broke the deadlock in the room, and the palms that were still in mid-air did not move back.

Instead, he changed his approach and hugged the woman's graceful waist, slightly lowering his chin with cold and sharp lines,

A warm kiss fell quietly on the soft red lips, which was a compromise and a silent concession.