Madam is a Superstar

Mom, people cannot be resurrected after death. Even if you are depressed all day long about my sister, my sister will not survive. On the contrary, it will make dad feel bored with you.

Several aunts also laughed at us behind our backs, why do you bother yourself like this? You'd better be like a child instead of doing this.

Eat, drink and have fun as usual. Sister, I can rest assured that you are living a comfortable life.

Being pointed at his nose and scolded, Yunji didn't take it seriously at Mrs. Yun's angry look.

He slumped back on the chair, picked up the tea cup, put it to his mouth and took a sip, looking completely generous.

you!

Mrs. Yun raised her hand and wanted to slap her again, but in the end the slap failed to fall.

He walked back to the main seat and held the tea cup tightly, taking a deep breath and not looking at Yunji again.

I want you to come to my door to ask for the daughter of the Minister of the Ministry of War. Please take care of me during these days.

Stay in the house well and don't go out to fool around, leaving a good impression on the Minister of War.

Yunji's hand shook, and he couldn't hold the teacup firmly. The steaming tea splashed and burned him.

Yunji didn't care about the burn, and looked at Mrs. Yun in disbelief with tea in his mouth, Who do you want your child to marry? Rouyin?!

Yun Ji's voice sounded like he was frightened. Mrs. Yun, who was already unhappy, frowned.

What is your reaction? Miss Rouyin is the beloved daughter of the Minister of the Ministry of War. Her reputation and appearance are not to be chosen after she sings the piano.

No matter whether she is not worthy of you in terms of appearance or character, it would be a great blessing if you could really marry her.

What if we could really marry her?

The dandies gathered together and returned to the dandies without being slow. He quickly caught the key point of Mrs. Yun’s words.

Thinking about my mother mentioning Sister just now, and thinking about how Rou Yin has always been thinking about the one in the palace.

Although I couldn't figure out what my mother was going to do for a while, I had a vague feeling that I was going to be pushed into a pit of fire.

Out of the playboy's instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, he suddenly stood up and refused without thinking.

It is precisely because she is the beloved daughter of the Minister of War and is a good child in every aspect that I do not want to marry her. I know in my heart what the child is like.

The child does not dare to climb high. Please mother, please remember that the child is your biological son and do not drag the child into the muddy water. With the protection of his father and uncle,

Even if the child cannot become famous in this life, he will still be safe and secure. If the mother wants to seek justice for her sister, remember to think twice before doing anything!

After saying that, regardless of Mrs. Yun's sudden change of expression, she took a big step and turned around to leave. No matter how much Mother Wu shouted behind her, she never looked back.

Mother Wu had no choice but to go into the hall and come to her master, with a sad and worried look on her face.

Madam, if the young master is not willing, then what we have discussed with Miss Rouyin will have to be cancelled.

Mrs. Yun closed her eyes, as if Yun Ji's words were still echoing in her ears. When she opened her eyes again after a long time, her eyes were filled with determination.

No, it must not be invalidated. My Yun'er must not lose his life in vain. Go and go to the Minister of War's Mansion again under the cover of night.

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The next day,

When Song Qing went to the priest's hall at noon, the sky was filled with white snow, which was daunting.

Secondly, although the extremely gentle night is not as weak in the legs as the night of tsunami-like demands, it is not irritating.

Mother, grandparents, master.

When we arrived, three old men were building a shed for the vegetable garden in the backyard with the palace people.

There was still a dark cloud following Grandpa Song's feet, and the little guy was already bouncing around after almost half a month of recuperation.

The garlic that was planted in the shed that day has already sprouted green garlic seedlings, and the growth is gratifying.

It won't be a problem to grow a little longer and participate in the next hot pot meal. The shed is very simple. After all, the garlic seedlings are not too afraid of cold weather.

There are palace servants and a few old people who only need to watch from the sidelines. If you don't like it, just go up and help them. When you hear the voice, you can look back.

Xiao Qingqing, have you had lunch with Ah Yu? It's still snowing and it's cold. Do you have Mrs. Tang with you?

I'm holding it.

Song Qing agreed and looked at the kind faces of his grandparents with a comfortable smile.

The curve of the corners of her mouth couldn't help but widen. Of course she was happy that the two of them could adapt to it so quickly.

A few people chatted as usual. Miaoshui and Grandpa Song didn't talk as much as they did. One was busy eating sweets and the other talked very little.

Miaoshui didn't know what he thought of, so he rewrapped the candy that had torn off the wrapper.

Seeing his disciple chatting happily with his friend and old sister, he did not interrupt, patting the non-existent dust on the colorful cotton-padded jacket,

He stood up and walked straight over, holding Song Qing's slender wrist while several people looked at him with doubts and questions.

It's nothing, you continue to talk about your business, and I'll give this kid a safe pulse, old lady.

You have to keep a pulse of peace from time to time. My dear granddaughter, please tell me how beautiful our little Qingqing and Ayu will be. How beautiful the children will be in the future.

The Queen Mother nodded in agreement and reached out to touch her daughter-in-law's belly. Not to mention how much she cherished her future granddaughter.

Grandma Song said with a smile, It's definitely not bad. Even though this bad girl is too thin, she doesn't eat less. I don't know where the food went.

Song Qing has a tall and slender figure and her winter clothes are all quilted, which makes her look a little bloated than before.

Therefore, except for Yuan'er, who was waiting closely, no one had any doubts about the child's month.

The two old men didn't know the twists and turns. You said each sentence happily and I said it happily.

As for Song Qing,

Just, well, it's a bit shameful.

As the chief culprit, Nangong Yu is currently busy with the reform of Dayuan.

The silver charcoal burning in the royal study occasionally made some small noises, and together with the cold wind and falling snow outside,

It creates an atmosphere where the body and mind are calmed down by the snowy scenery. Even though it is cooled down, it still feels peaceful.

Button.

The door clicked softly from outside, and Nangong Yu's writing movements did not stop. His words when he opened his lips were as sharp as an emperor's without anger.

What's the matter?

Dehong's respectful reply came in, Your Majesty, Mr. Fuyin has come to say goodbye. Do you think... have you seen him?

Fuyin raised his eyebrows, and an evil and handsome face that was even more beautiful than the woman flashed a narrowing meaning.

A pair of peach blossom eyes looked at Eunuch De. If he read correctly, the father-in-law in front of him was quite displeased with him. Why was this?

No need, the study is too big for visitors, just let him leave the palace on his own.

Before Fuyin could think of a reason, Nangong Yu had already given his answer. Dehong responded respectfully and looked at Fuyin.

Master Fuyin, you have also heard that the road is slippery in the snow. Master, please pay attention to your steps on the way out of the palace.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with this statement, but when you think about it carefully, it seems to have a different flavor.

Fuyin didn't understand where Eunuch De's hostility towards him came from, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Such a result was already expected. He handed a piece of deed paper in his wide sleeve to Dehong.

This is what the common people promised to the Queen and the Empress. Please give it to your father-in-law and give it to the Emperor. Then I would like to say thank you to the common people, the old priest and the Queen.

Dehong narrowed his cloudy eyes and looked at the deed paper in Fuyin's hand for a while before reaching out to take it.

Young master, this is serious. These are all matters within the family.