Madam is a Superstar

When these words came out of his mouth, Nangong Yu's real intention of coming to Jingyuan this time was well known to several people present.

Especially Nangong Haitang, although she is not very bright, she usually hears the most words from Concubine Yan about whether the emperor is good or not.

She drooped her head in shame. She didn't know how much of what Song Qing said was true and how false, but they were right.

The responsibility rests on the eldest brother's shoulders, just like when he was a child, when he saw his father, he always had endless memorials to review and was busy with.

Yu'er, these words... the Queen really said them in front of Shangguan Yao and the palace people. Did her words reach the ears of the Queen Mother?

Concubine Yan still had doubts in her heart. The hands in the sleeves of her plain white coat no longer turned the beads but only held them tightly. She didn't believe it.

I don’t believe that the emperor would be so generous, and I don’t believe that Song Dai would be willing to watch her son hand over the throne that he had finally won to others.

In those days, the fight for the throne meant brothers fighting each other to the death. There was no sense of brotherhood among the royal family.

If mother and concubine don't believe it, you can send someone to inquire in the palace.

Concubine Yan's deep-rooted hostility over the years has already given Nangong Yu a headache.

Now that it was said that Concubine Yan still had the same attitude, Nangong Yu was only tired.

After saying this, she took Yuan Daixi's hand, greeted Concubine Yan and left Jingyuan straight away.

Yu'er! Concubine Yan stood up and scolded in shock and anger.

Mother and concubine. Nangong Haitang spoke out, grabbing Concubine Yan at the right time and asking someone to stop her brother-in-law.

Now I have grown up, now I have grown up, my wings are hardened, my wings are hardened.

Concubine Yan let her daughter support her and stood on the spot, looking at the backs of Nangong Yu and Yuan Daixi side by side and muttering to herself absentmindedly.

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The next day, the morning light faded,

The Qinzheng Hall is majestic and grand. During the early morning dynasty, besides the chirping of kingfishers, the sound of monarchs and ministers discussing matters can be heard.

Your Majesty, the reform of the laws of our court has been settled. As for the recruitment of soldiers, horses, food, weapons and forging, everything is being handled step by step.

Nangong Yu's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. The progress of these things was far faster than expected. The expression on his handsome and cold face softened slightly.

Very good.

Raising troops to attack Dongchen is just around the corner. Perhaps, the war can begin before Guyu.

Your Majesty, I have this memorial in the library...

The morning session is still going on. At the same time, at Tai Hospital,

The morning in March was still very cold. In the backyard, the imperial physician was carefully preparing medicinal materials, and there were apprentices selecting fresh medicinal materials to be sent to the palace.

Under the red-tiled four-corner pavilion where people come and go,

Song Qing rubbed the last bamboo stick in his hand, feeling the turbidity that was stronger than the previous two sticks. The mole of tears unexpectedly rose up, arousing interest.

Opening the silver needle bag that had been prepared for a long time, he casually picked up a slender silver needle and pricked his finger, causing drops of scarlet blood to overflow.

A few moments,

He put the bamboo stick and the silver needle into the silver needle bag and handed it to Yuan'er who was waiting behind him. He looked at Fuyin's curved lips.

Excuse me, but I wonder where the owner got these bamboo sticks?

Now that the agreement has been reached, Fuyin has to go to the palace again to talk to the imperial doctor about how to deal with the Gu people.

Song Qing happened to want to ask about Zhuang Qi, so he got up early and came to Tai Hospital planning to meet Fu Yin for a while. He never thought that he would get something unexpected.

It was because of it that my mother became ill and had to live with medicine and stone all day long.

Fuyin cast his gaze on the silver needle bag in Yuan'er's hand, and opened his lips with a cold sarcasm.

The Queen Mother loves bamboo very much. The pot of green bamboo was given to the Queen Mother by Murong Yun from the priest as a birthday gift. The Queen Mother cherishes it very much and keeps it in the palace with her own hands.

How could her husband, who was determined to be with her life and death, send her not the love of husband and wife, but the arsenic that gradually eats up her life?

Song Qing was startled for a moment. At this time, the morning light was reflected in the pavilion where the two of them were sitting. Fu Yin was sitting against the light, and his whole body was in the shadow.

I'm sorry, I didn't intend to make the original poster sad.

It’s not that sympathy is overflowing and I can’t empathize with you. It’s just a polite comment.

Strictly speaking, the relationship between their husband and wife and Fuyin is an exchange of interests. However,

Both the turbidity and the attack on Dongchen are crucial, so it is appropriate to be polite to Fuyin as a partner.

The Queen is worrying too much.

Fuyin laughed lightly, just as a cold wind came and rolled up the red robe and clothes, and flew away.

Since the death of my mother and my uncle's family, I have put on this red dress. For ten years, I have been alerting myself to such a dazzling red. Is it like the blood of my mother and my uncle's family? Is it like the sea of ​​​​fire that night?

The blood feud is on my body, and it has never been dusted in the depths of my memory, so how can it bring up sad things?

in this way,

Before Song Qing came to Tai Hospital, he wanted to ask Fuyin if he would regret helping them today, but he gave up.

In her opinion, Fuyin's move was no different from that of Gou Jian, the king of Yue, who was lying on his salary to taste his courage. The answer was right there, so why did she need to ask any more questions.

Since the empress knows the Vajra Gu inside the Gu people, do you know what is it that mobilizes these Vajra Gu to make them obedient?

While Song Qing was thinking a lot, Fuyin had already taken the first step to break away from hatred and grief and talk about other things.

However, this question was too redundant to ask. Song Qing took a sip of the hot tea that Yuan'er added next to her, raised her red lips and said jokingly,

If I knew, wouldn't the host lose the bargaining chip with my husband?

Fuyin burst out laughing, unable to refute, so he put aside his intention to make jokes and went straight to the point, speaking seriously about what he knew.

To be honest, my Majesty, these Vajra Gu are all made by one person. This person is the same as your Majesty. He is Sima Zhen, the current priest of Dongchen.

The Vajra Gu was originally made by my uncle's family, but I don't know where he got a bamboo flute or where he learned the weird music.

I, Miao Jiang, originally only listened to the Vajra Gu sent by the sound of the bell, but instead listened to the sound of the flute played by him. It is really puzzling.

Master uncle?

Song Qing lowered his eyelids to hide the darkness, sipped his tea and asked, Have you ever seen that bamboo flute?

Never.

Fuyin shook his head regretfully, That old man Sima Zhen has been hiding the bamboo flute tightly. I know all this from my uncle's mouth.

Song Qing thought for a moment, and the fingernails of her fingers that were holding on to the tea cup unconsciously tapped the rim of the cup: Is it possible that the bamboo flute in Sima Zhen's hand is related to the three small bamboo sticks that the poster gave me?

If so, does it mean that the bamboo flute also has turbid air attached to it, and the turbid air is very powerful?

She doesn't know much about whether it's Miao Jiang or Vajra Gu, but if it's turbid Qi, it's a different matter.

There are many types of turbid air.

It may cause people to remain cuckolds, or it may cause people to suddenly become seriously ill and cannot afford to fall ill, or it may cause them to have bad luck...

Therefore, it is not surprising that there is a kind of turbid energy that can control Vajra Gu.

but……

Song Qing's long eyelashes were lowered. As Fuyin said just now, the pot of green bamboo was obtained by Murong Yun from his uncle.

And the master uncle has a bamboo flute in his hand. This bamboo flute can control the unique Vajra Gu in Miao territory.

Can she think that the bamboo flute and the pot of green bamboo were both cultivated by her uncle? Spiritual energy can nourish both turbid and turbid energy, right?