Madam is a Superstar

Princess……

Cui'er finally reacted and looked down at herself and then at Nangong Haitang, who felt like crying without tears for a while.

She said why passers-by looked at her and the princess so strangely. It turned out that they had forgotten...

Ahem, you, what do you know? This princess did this on purpose.

Nangong Haitang was also extremely embarrassed. She comforted herself that she was used to having breasts.

It's normal to not react for a while. It's definitely not because you're stupid or anything.

I see.

Wu Jing nodded meaningfully and did not expose such a pretentious lie, but it seemed so meaningful.

As the saying goes, you should never lose when you lose, especially in front of people who you didn't like in the past and who you don't like anymore now.

Nangong Haitang took a deep breath, straightened her back and looked at Wu Jing with her head raised and eyebrows raised.

What, do you have any objection to this princess's dress?

Wu Jing laughed, and wanted to rub Nangong Haitang's head, which was not very bright, just like the little girl at home.

He raised his hand and retracted it in time. Men and women were on guard, not to mention the difference between superiority and inferiority. They did not dare to violate the rules, so they just smiled,

I don't dare to have any objections. The princess is beautiful no matter how she dresses.

Nangong Haitang raised her chin slightly and snorted rather arrogantly, This sounds quite pleasant to me, even if you are not a reckless man with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.

The two of them were talking to each other, but Rouyin was completely ignored.

If Rouyin doesn't take the initiative to leave, she will be really unwise.

Princess, Mr. Wu Jing, I remembered that there was a jade bracelet in the jewelry shop that I hadn't picked up. My mother wanted to give it to someone as a birthday gift.

The shopkeeper once told me that he would close the shop early today so he would not wait for late arrivals, so he resigned first.

Despite being in such an embarrassing situation, there was still nothing inappropriate in Rouyin's words and deeds.

That's it. Sister Rouyin, you go and get it first.

Nangong Haitang felt a little guilty at the same time as he wanted it, but when he was being lectured by the imperial brother, this little guilt was nothing.

Miss Rouyin, walk slowly. That was Wu Jing's intention, and he would not say any more words to persuade her to stay.

Rouyin stood up, blessed Nangong Haitang slightly, and left in a hurry with her personal maid.

There were many people in the theater, and the figures of the master and the servant were quickly lost in the crowd and could no longer be seen.

call--!

Nangong Haitang patted his heart and let out a long sigh of relief. He couldn't understand why he had been so smooth all these years.

Will be reduced to such a miserable situation, first of all, he encountered obstacles with the old witch and Song Qing again and again.

Then I was scolded by the imperial brother a few days ago, and even today when I came out to listen to a play, I felt so humble.

Princess, please don't get too close to Miss Rouyin in the future. You are simple-minded and will easily suffer losses.

It's always bad to talk behind someone's back. Wu Jing thought about his words for a long time before saying this.

I……

Nangong Haitang hated talking to her in such a preaching tone. She would say something but choked back.

But I was blocked again by the words you are pure of heart. When people praise you and you choke on them, it doesn't matter what they say.

He pursed his lips and was speechless for a moment. Fortunately, a new opera was about to begin at this time. Nangong Haitang took advantage of the situation and coughed lightly, leading him by.

What, the show is about to begin.

Seeing Wu Jing nodding but still showing no intention of leaving, he asked out of nowhere,

How about you sit down and watch together?

The princess is kindly inviting me, and I dare not refuse. Wu Jing seemed to be waiting for these words, and calmly sat down regardless of Nangong Haitang's surprise.

Nangong Haitang: ...

She didn't extend a warm invitation, just a casual courtesy.

When Rouyin stepped out of the theater, the biting cold wind that hit her face calmed down her uncontrollable shame and anger.

The maid who was following her closely lowered her head and almost held her breath, fearing that she might have done something wrong and offended the young lady and would be punished.

A few moments,

Xia He, let's go back home.

Rouyin's voice had returned to its former appearance. Before the maid could hold up her umbrella, she stepped down the steps and walked in the snowy scenery toward the carriage.

It's Miss. Xia He responded and hurriedly opened the oil-paper umbrella to follow, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

The carriage drove through the snow all the way back to the Minister of War's Mansion. When the carriage stopped, the snow also stopped.

The Minister of War was at the house at this time. He didn't want his parents to worry or find anything.

Rou Yin calmed down her uneasy thoughts since she learned that Mrs. Yun was confined in the backyard this morning, and then brought Xia He into the house.

Miss.

Miss.

The servants who were busy coming and going saw Rouyin, raised their heads for a quick glance, and then greeted her with blessings.

This is the case all the way to the hall. It seems to be no different from the past, but it is inexplicably subtle.

Rouyin frowned, stopped at the corner of the corridor and looked at one of the boys who was bending to salute.

Ah Fu, but what happened in the house while I was away?

After walking around the corner, there was the hall. The young man named Ah Fu turned his head and looked at the hall. When he looked at Rouyin again, his face was full of embarrassment.

Yin'er.

A strong and stern sound came from around the corner. Ah Fu was shocked and did not dare to look up.

He lowered his head and blessed Rouyin again, and hurriedly caught up with the other boys who were traveling with him and left in a hurry.

Miss.

Rouyin raised her eyebrows and stood there without moving. Xia He boldly reminded in a low voice,

A master and a servant walked around the corner and saw the Minister of War sitting at the head of the hall.

Don't be afraid Yin'er, come here, your father just wants to ask you something.

Xu's mother, the wife of the Minister of War, said softly, Xu's mother was a woman from the Jiangnan water town.

She is wearing a cloud-patterned attire and is dignified. She only wears a few jade hairpins in her bun, but it is extremely elegant.

lady!

Xu Changji emphasized his tone this time, but his face with a scar showed more affection than blame.

Xu's mother sighed, knowing that her husband was dissatisfied with her always pampering her daughter. She squeezed the handkerchief embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns.

Henhenxin nodded gently to her husband, she just didn't want to say anything soft to comfort her daughter later.

The daughter has met her father and mother.

Rouyin wanted to know something from her mother's eyes, but her mother lowered her head to sip the tea and could only do it.

He lowered his long eyelashes and bowed politely. My father was rarely so strict and I don't know why he was like this today.

After today's morning meeting, Yun Xiguan told my father some things about you and Mrs. Yun. Yin'er, I want to ask you, are all the things Yun Xiguan said are true!?

Xu Changji looked at the daughter he had held in his palms and loved since childhood with a sullen face, his eyes full of pain and disappointment.

Never would he have thought that the child he had raised with his beloved wife would be so bold and want to pull out the tiger's teeth and plot against the emperor.

The soft voice faltered, and she had already expected that she would bite her lips because her father was so harsh and angry as never before.

He looked up at Xu Changji, who was full of anger. His face was frightened and aggrieved in a way that resembled that of Xu's mother.

As if he couldn't believe that his father who loved him so much would suddenly be so harsh on him, the corners of his eyes turned red but he tried not to let the tears fall.

My daughter doesn't know what her father is talking about. She has indeed met Mrs. Yun several times in the past few days, but they always met by chance on the street.

There is nothing more than sitting down and drinking tea and chatting. Why does the father just listen to other people's one-sided words and treat his daughter...