Madam is a Superstar

Fuyin was startled for a moment, and after a moment he came back to his senses. He looked at Song Qing, who was dressed in the queen's gorgeous clothes, and smiled.

If the empress doesn't mind that my Fengyue Tower is an unfashionable place, it will naturally be lacking.

In this way, the deal is settled.

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At night,

After the couple took a bath together, they did not go back to the bed in the back room to sleep early as usual.

The bright pearls shine in the bedroom, reflecting the shadows of the couple behind the golden nanmu table.

Song Qing took the initiative to mention the matter of buying a stake in Fengyue Tower. It was not something worth concealing.

When my grandparents adapt to life in the palace, I plan to leave the palace and buy a few shops. I will give birth to Fendanzi next year.

What do you think about opening a fortune-telling shop and counting five people at a time every month?

Song Qing's lazy cat nestled against Nangong Yu's hard chest, feeling the warm body temperature and heartbeat through the black underwear.

He hooked his fingers into a strand of the man's hanging black hair and told him all his plans.

Nangong Yu's narrow, dark eyes deepened, and he put down the half-read military book in his hand.

His broad back leaned back against the seat, and with a little force of his arms, he held the woman in his arms and sat on his lap.

Why are you suddenly interested in Fengyue Tower and these things?

Song Qing's long eyelashes trembled slightly, not to mention meeting Nangong Yu's eyes face to face like this.

There are some words that I really can't say. I stayed silent for a moment while leaning forward and looking away.

Putting his hands on his shoulders, he rubbed his beautiful and hot face and answered the wrong question.

Husband, I'm sleepy, let's go in and sleep?

She is soft and delicate, and can only beg for mercy when she is so passionate on the bed.

She only uses it when she makes a mistake and tries to get away with it by acting coquettishly. Who knows what she is feeling guilty about, and she has done nothing wrong, right?

Thinking of this,

Song Qing couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She was becoming more and more useless in front of this man. How could she be eaten to death?

Um.

Uncharacteristically, Nangong Yu didn't ask any questions, and held the woman's buttocks with his big palm.

Keep the original posture of the two of them as if you were holding a child, and carry them easily as they walk inside.

The brilliance of the night pearl in the emperor's palace was quickly extinguished. Tonight, Nangong Yujun bullied his beloved woman particularly hard.

Even though she had taken care of the pink dumplings and never made it to the last step, Song Qing's red eyes still shed endearing tears.

Song Qing, do you not love me anymore, huh?

In the thick autumn night, Nangong Yu's mellow, overly sexy and hoarse voice sounded in my ears,

Song Qing was extremely tired. When he heard this, he felt angry and wanted to take his hands...!

Fortunately, I still have some sense left, but I am the one who will regret it for the rest of my life.

The next day,

Song Qing got up a little late and took a flower petal bath early in the morning under Yuan'er's service.

Fortunately, the effect is good. After coming out of the bathing pool, my fatigue has disappeared a lot.

Your Majesty, do you want me to ask the medical girl to come over and give you a fetal pulse?

Yuan'er blushed with embarrassment from beginning to end. Although she was a virgin, she came to serve the empress in the harem.

The nuns in the palace had mentioned this to some extent, so I looked a little worried.

After all, it’s right for the empress to be more cautious when she’s pregnant. Speaking of which, isn’t it true that she can’t have sex while pregnant with a child?

No, I myself...

Song Qing thought about how he had not been very good at studying in those years. He could only say that he had half-assed medical skills.

Recalling every frame of Nangong Yuguohuo's painting last night, the words that came to my lips took a different turn,

I will go to the priest's hall later and let the master take my pulse. You can ask Xiao Caizi to take the people to prepare the carriage. I don't want to move around much today.

If she hadn't been woken up by hunger, she would have slept forever.

promise.

The medical skills of the old priest were better than those of the imperial doctors and female doctors in the imperial hospital. Yuan'er readily agreed after thinking about it.

Then, thinking that no one had noticed, he quietly glanced at Song Qing's long, straight, white legs.

He quickly moved away, and with a round face full of worry and concern, he tried to explore,

Mother, please... will the walkway hurt? How about I help you back to the palace?

The slave will bring the food to you. You can use it and rest for half a day. It won't be too late to get up again.

Thinking about what he saw when he was waiting for his wife to take a bath, Yuan'er felt that the emperor really didn't care about others.

Song Qing gently tugged on her delicate red lips, knowing that the little girl had misunderstood... No,

I can only say that I misunderstood, but not completely. I don’t want to waste more words and just ignore the mistake without explaining it.

No, it's not that bad.

She was just a little tired, and she was getting more and more lazy.

The time for breakfast has long passed, and it’s better to have Yuan’er, a caring little maid, here.

I was deeply afraid that my pregnant wife would starve when I got up and couldn't wait to start cooking again.

I boiled a pot of water in the small kitchen and warmed the exquisite and delicious side dishes through the water.

After finishing the meal, Song Qing felt that her energy had returned a lot after taking a bath.

Halfway through the session, the sounds of salutes and footsteps coming from the palace were heard in the front yard.

After a while, the door of the dining room was knocked softly. It was Mr. De, who always had a smile on his face.

Old slave, please see the Queen.

Eunuch De's old face was smiling, and the whisk in his arm seemed to be growing on his body.

Behind him was a little eunuch with something in his name. Dehong followed Nangong Yu every day.

It was hard for Song Qing to look good at this moment, and her voice was a little cooler than usual.

What's the matter?

Eunuch De couldn't tell that his master was not in a good mood, so he thought that the emperor was right.

I can guess the Queen's thoughts accurately, and I don't know what made the Emperor unhappy.

However, the palace servants did not dare to ask too much about the master's affairs. He waved back, and the little eunuch who followed him took a step forward.

Eunuch De also explained the purpose of his visit, To return to my wife, I came here to send flowers and a letter in accordance with the emperor's instructions.

The emperor said that there was something else hidden in the letter. As for what was inside, the emperor did not tell the old slave. He had to trouble his wife to see it in person.

Song Qing didn't stop using her chopsticks, thinking that Nangong Yu was coaxing herself with roses and sweet words because of her excessive behavior last night.

Thank you, father-in-law, I've gone on a trip. Yuan'er collected the things. I'm a little hungry. I'll wait and see after eating.

Eunuch De seemed to have expected that Song Qing would react like this, and he respectfully agreed,

He asked the young eunuch to hand over what he had been carrying to Yuan'er, bowed to Song Qing, and then left.

After half a cup of tea,

Song Qing put down her chopsticks, stood up, washed her hands, took the brocade handkerchief handed over by the palace maid, and wiped her hands clean.

His eyes just turned to what Yuan'er brought over, and he stretched out his hand to lift the veil covering it.

What caught my eye were red roses in full bloom with extremely beautiful colors and flames. What was expected was not a surprise.

But it is enough to make the tip of her heart grow with sweetness. The joy of the red rose is truer than the love for her man. The heart is also true.

Before she even opened the letter, Song Qing had already forgiven her for being bullied by Nangong Yu to tears last night.

Pick up a bouquet of roses tied with a black dragon pattern handkerchief and put it to the tip of your nose to smell it. The fragrance of the flowers is refreshing.

How silly.

There are clusters of roses planted in the front and back yards of Fengming Palace. Why bother?

But she just loved such an unnecessary step. After all, Nangong Yusihai's deep affection was itself irreplaceable and romantic.