Madam is a Superstar

Nangong Yu had just dipped his cold fingers in the water and straightened them, interlocking them with the soft and soft palms of his hands. He led the person and walked out of the dining hall.

Since they know that they are not favored at home, they should know when enough is enough, instead of using their pitifulness as an excuse to gain sympathy from others.

What's more, they repeatedly give in to your tolerance and are picky. Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and people like them do not deserve sympathy.

The couple crossed the threshold and the cold wind carrying snow hit their faces. Nangong Yu spoke in a slightly cold voice.

If everyone is like them, then there is no need for me to govern the world.

What Song Qing said coincided with what Song Qing thought. If Nangong Yu hadn't held her hand, she would have wanted to clap her hands and applaud.

That's great, that's what I thought.

Song Qing had a smile on her face when she said this, and that smile was as fake as possible.

If you look carefully, you may be able to see the urge to hit someone but is being restrained under the smile.

Today in the priest's hall, if Fenduanzi hadn't given her old mother several fetal movements in succession,

All she could think about was her master's instructions to act with caution in the future, and the old lady just came back from the Queen Mother's Palace.

She had fallen out of favor a long time ago. She was afraid of this and that, and she was afraid of that.

It is simply an embarrassment to a woman, making her look like she is not sick and moaning when she is full.

Life is still too comfortable, especially when I think of that poor girl Yue Man,

Looking at the trio who were crying and complaining, she became even more angry.

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The next day,

After the morning dynasty, the officials dispersed,

There has been no progress in the matter of establishing a new prime minister. Several ministers in the court stayed in the imperial study for a long time before leaving.

Dehong stood guard at the door of the imperial study room with a fly whisk under his arm. He looked at Xu Changji who had left and returned and said in surprise,

Master Xu? What are you...

Xu Changji glanced at the door of the royal study, thought over the words in his mind, and opened his mouth to explain what he meant.

Halfway through the journey, I realized that I forgot to report something to the emperor. I have to trouble my father-in-law to go in and report it again.

Dehong's old face was filled with an unchanging smile, Whatever Master Xu says is the responsibility of the Za family. Please wait a moment.

The door of the royal study room was opened and then closed. It was said that I was asking for instructions, but in the real sense, I just went in and looked at the emperor's eyes.

Dehong came out quickly, opened the door to make way for people to come in and out, Sir Xu, please.

In the imperial study room,

Nangong Yu was not in the inner room but in the outer room, holding a teapot and pouring tea for himself.

Compared with the imperial majesty of Tongshen just now, he is now more relaxed and leisurely.

Xu Changji saw this side of the emperor for the first time. He was so stunned that he forgot to bow when he met the emperor.

What's the matter?

The words he couldn't distinguish between happiness and anger were like a wake-up call. Xu Changji woke up from a dream and kowtowed to apologize for his absent-minded behavior.

Old minister...

no.

Nangong Yu's words of exemption were perfectly timed and unpredictable. He said that he was exempting himself from the gift and waited until Xu Changji knelt down before speaking.

If the intention was to embarrass Xu Changji, it would indeed eliminate Xu Changji’s subsequent apology words.

It's just you and me now. Xu Aiqing just says it without being polite.

Xu Changji couldn't figure out the emperor's heart for a moment, so he could only follow the instructions and get up from the ground.

Always lowering his head, not daring to look directly at his superiors, the smile on Nangong Yu's lips became more intriguing, and the strong tea fell into his throat and overflowed with short words,

sit.

Xu Changji sat down in response. Thinking about his daughter, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He simply refused to sit down and went towards the Nangong Royal Palace to express his intention with a salute.

Your Majesty, to be honest, I have something to ask for.

Xu Changji's hesitant and weighing attitude rarely aroused Nangong Yu's curiosity, so he patiently cooperated,

I love you, but it doesn't matter.

Your Majesty, my veteran daughter Rouyin has always admired you. Now she has reached the age of marriage.

Therefore, the old minister shamelessly came here today to ask for a marriage certificate from the emperor. The next day, my daughter will find a good husband in Jiangcheng.

With the marriage certificate given by you, the emperor, my daughter will not dare to neglect her even if she marries far away to her husband's family in Jiangcheng.

This was the best decision he could come up with. The emperor must have known about the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet that day.

Although no one has been held accountable for this so far, it can be seen from the fact that the emperor held the priest in his heart and doted on him.

He must have some prejudices about this matter in his heart. He informed Yin'er in advance that he was going to marry to Jiangcheng today.

The emperor must also be happy to see this happen. It is not difficult to ask for a marriage certificate like this.

And with the emperor's marriage certificate, it would be of no harm to Yin'er to marry far away from Jiangcheng.

have to say,

Xu Changji’s wishful thinking was a good one.

It is true that Nangong Yu was indeed happy to see the success and did not let Xu Changji's wishful thinking come to nothing.

It's both a happy event and a request from my beloved. I have no reason to refuse, Dehong.

The old slave is here.

Dehong listened clearly outside the door and knew what to do without the emperor having to say more.

Yesterday the snow fell intermittently, but today the snow falls non-stop.

Under Dehong's watch, Xu Changji walked out of the palace holding a piece of marriage paper with the man's name on it.

The palace carriage and the guards and servants driving the carriage were waiting quietly at the entrance of the palace.

Seeing that their master finally came out, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Both of them were Xu Changji's confidants and knew many things in the house.

Just now I saw other adults going out together, but my master was still nowhere to be seen. I thought...

master.

There were still many guards at the entrance of the palace, and the two of them did not dare to say or ask more questions. They only stepped forward to greet them in a vague way.

Xu Changji looked a little tired and handed the oil-paper umbrella holding the snow to the boy's hand.

Under the worried eyes of the guards and servants, he got on the carriage and lowered the curtain without saying a word.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier,

The weather in November seemed to be in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month. The carriage drove back to the Minister of War at a gentle speed.

When Xu Changji got off the carriage, he saw his wife at the door of the house as usual. He was afraid that his beloved wife would catch the cold.

No matter how depressed he felt, he regained his energy and strode up the steps into the house. He stretched out his iron arms to take the person into his arms and said some words of blame.

Didn't I tell you before going out that you don't have to wait for me outside the door because of heavy snow today? Why is Madam always so disobedient?

Mrs. Xu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her husband was back safe and sound. She led him into the house with anger in her mouth.

You also said that you came back so late today, how can I not be worried, but the emperor is embarrassing you because of Yin'er's incident at the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet?

no.

Xu Changji explained what he wanted, and also showed the marriage certificate he held in his hand to the person in his arms.

Although Mrs. Xu was still reluctant to marry her daughter to Jiangcheng, in the past two days, she also understood the importance of what her husband said about the interests.

He rolled up the opened marriage certificate again and put it away, leaning against her husband's iron-clad chest, sighing in compromise with a sad expression.

That's good. At least you and I don't have to worry about Yin'er marrying to Jiangcheng and being wronged by her husband's family with nowhere to say anything.

Now I just hope that Yin'er can figure it out on her own and stop going her own way and thinking about the emperor.