Madam is a Superstar

The little beggar stared at Song Qing for a long time. After making sure that Song Qing was not joking, his tense and stiff body relaxed a little.

He squeezed the pastry in his hand again, gritted his teeth, lowered his head and hesitantly explained his situation in a low voice.

I, I have no friends, I have a grandpa. Grandpa is old and has suffered from severe wind and cold recently.

If you really, really fancy my strength and want to adopt me, I will definitely bring my grandpa with me. If possible, could you please ask a doctor to treat grandpa...

Speaking of which, the little beggar suddenly raised his head, clenching his hands into fists and looking firmly at his side.

As long as you can ask a doctor to cure grandpa's illness, I will be free of salary in the future!

Song Qing was surprised when the little beggar suddenly spoke with a childish female voice. He could also clearly see that the little girl's clenched fists were trembling slightly.

I understood that the child was nervous because she was worried that she would dislike her grandfather and be a burden, so she put away the teasing in her heart,

He looked at the little girl with the same serious eyes and gave an affirmative answer.

Yes, my sister's family has many doctors with excellent medical skills, and there are also many empty rooms.

So there is no need to be nervous, and there is no need to be so uneasy.

Looking into Song Qing's eyes, the little girl's clenched fists gradually loosened, her little face was so dirty that her original appearance could not be seen.

He showed the first expression of letting go of his guard and breathing a sigh of relief since meeting these people today.

Song Qing chuckled lightly and pinched the child's thin cheeks, Eat, we will pick up your grandpa after eating.

Thank you, thank you sister.

The little girl was a little shy, especially when she smelled the faint fragrance on Song Qing's hand.

He inadvertently glanced at Song Qing's originally clean fingertips, which were stained by the black mark on his face due to pinching.

The face lowered as she was immersed in drinking tea and eating cakes made Song Qing laugh. At the same time,

I was also thinking that if she hadn't been lucky enough to have the old lady take her back and raise her, she would probably have been like the little girl in front of me.

No, she couldn't last even half a day in such a cold and snowy day as a baby.

Four pieces of pastry and a pot of hot tea were quickly finished,

The little girl and her grandfather lived in a long-abandoned shack at the end of West Street. It was small enough to barely accommodate the two of them, and it was leaky everywhere.

I couldn’t imagine how I survived the heavy rain. When I arrived, before I even saw the little girl’s grandfather, I heard muffled coughs.

Grandpa, I'm back!

The little girl got off the carriage first and ran into the shack. Soon the voices of her grandfather and grandson were heard.

master.

Yuan'er stopped Song Qing who was about to get out of the carriage to take a look, and cast worried eyes on Song Qing's belly. It wasn't that she looked down on the old man inside.

The wind and cold can be strong or small, and it is important for the Queen to be careful when she is pregnant with a child.

Just at this time,

Di Ying also rushed to buy another carriage from the market and came over. Yuan'er was relieved to see that his master had no intention of going there.

Then she and Di Ying exchanged tacit glances and changed places. Yuan'er went to catch the little girl and her grandfather's carriage.

Di Ying came over to Song Qing's side. After all, Di Ying's skills were far superior to Yuan'er's.

Going back and forth to Su Mansion and East-West Long Street,

Nearly half an hour passed before and after the group of people came out. The carriage was running very smoothly on the bluestone ground.

Song Qing put her hands on her temples and massaged herself again and again.

She closed her beautiful eyes and rested her mind. It wouldn't matter if she shed some blood, but drawing the talisman with blood would be a bit exhausting.

Xuantie, Dongchen Rune.

Thinking about the wooden sign in his mind, he unconsciously murmured, Why is there Dong Chen everywhere? His ghost is really lingering.

And in the carriage following closely behind,

Because the little girl was uncertain about her and her grandfather's future life, she uneasily opened the corner of the carriage curtain from time to time.

A pair of bright and clear eyes looked around, looking at the familiar streets with mixed feelings.

Not wanting to worry the grandfather behind him, he clutched the edge of the car window and tried to calm down.

Until the carriage passed through the bustling streets and the surrounding environment gradually became quieter all the way north,

The little girl finally realized something was wrong. Seeing them getting closer and closer to the majestic palace, her heartbeat accelerated.

A Yuan, brother.

What's wrong? Is the carriage too bumpy and uncomfortable? I'll hurry up a little bit.

After their previous friendship with Rou Baozi and seeing that such a young child could be so filial, Yuan'er still felt pity for him.

no.

The little girl shook her head and cautiously raised her head to look in the direction of the palace. She was more afraid than in awe and asked softly,

Brother A Yuan, are we going to... the palace?

Yes. Yuan'er responded quickly, but Brother A Yuan still wanted to laugh a little at the little girl's obedient words.

I always thought it sounded weird. I was thinking about this and didn't even notice the little girl behind me, whose face was as white as paper at the moment.

Ahem, Yue'er, come on, come and sit next to grandpa.

The old man, who was also wearing rags, patted the seat next to him and said to his granddaughter, who was stiff and motionless with her back to him,

Only then did Yuan'er realize that the little girl had a name, Yue'er. She thought it was because of the eye-catching red crescent-shaped birthmark on her hand.

Not to mention it sounds pretty, I am a round person and she is a moon person, wouldn’t it look like a full moon on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month when put together?

Yue'er, Grandpa knows that you are afraid of what you saw at Caishikou that day, but you have to understand that those are the people who deserve to be killed.

We have never done anything untoward or harmed anyone. The Emperor is a good Emperor. Even if he really sees us, he will not hurt us. Don’t be afraid.

The old man's kind words to persuade his granddaughter reached his ears from behind. Yuan'er's thoughts suddenly came back as she ran away, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

Has the Emperor's notoriety reached the point where everyone is talking about it?

Back to the palace,

Song Qing then left it to Yuan'er to arrange the whereabouts of the little girl and her grandfather.

As for the orchid brand, I already asked the little girl on the way back to the shack.

The orchids were dug up from elsewhere. As for the sign in the soil, Song Qing’s vague innuendo said,

The conclusion was drawn that Yue'er was completely unaware of it, and the clues he followed to find the turbidity were naturally lost.

…

Youshi,

The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the entire Fengming Palace in a light golden halo.

Maybe he knew about her temporary departure from the palace today. Nangong Yu came back very early today.

After having dinner in advance, the couple took a bath and chatted outside the palace. When they mentioned Yue'er's natural power,

Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows, and his indifferent expression was obviously more interested. He put down the book he was reading and looked at the woman in his arms.

Are you serious about what Qingqing said?

A thin little girl who had not had enough to eat or keep warm all year round easily caught the wooden sticks swung by more than a dozen adult men.

No matter how I heard it, I found it unbelievable, and not even the slightest bit convincing at all.

Why would I bother you with something like this, huh? Donor Huo.

Song Qing rested her hands on the man's explosive and powerful abdominal muscles to keep warm, and squeezed them again and again as if it was tickling.

Touch which part feels best so that she can open her mouth and bite it later, leaving an ambiguous hickey or something.