Madam is a Superstar

Escape? Hahahaha! Murong Fu laughed three times, his furious and almost red eyes stared at the group of cowardly courtiers below,

Standing up from the dragon chair, I stretched out the wide sleeves of the dragon robe, The country exists, the lonely king lives, the country dies, and the lonely king dies together!

The courtiers knelt down and bowed to the ground in an instant, urging everyone to shout, Think twice, Your Majesty, your Majesty, please!

Retire!

Following the eunuch's high-pitched singing, Murong Fu strode away from the hall regardless of the persuasion of the courtiers.

Officials see that persuasion is useless, you look at me and I look at your thoughts, the general died in battle and the prime minister treason has already fled with his family,

The ministers can only pin their hopes for life on a few prestigious former ministers,

Old Jin, the emperor insists on going his own way, what do you think we should do?

Old Zuo, we all have the old and the young, and now the mountains and rivers are broken, it's really impossible, it's impossible, let's run away!

Old Liu...

Suddenly,

There was a sound of heavy soldiers moving in order and hurried footsteps from outside the meeting hall, and the chaotic court hall was silent like a cicada in an instant.

It was Murong Yun, surrounded by a row of soldiers behind him, and stepped into the meeting hall,

Standing with hands behind his back, he looked around at the civil and military officials, this glance made the courtiers back away, and said in a trembling voice, I, my ministers, etc., see the Holy One.

The ministers thought that the Holy Majesty would be furious when he heard what they said just now, but unexpectedly he did not.

Murong Yun came to the front of the Shicai Hall and stood up to persuade Murong Fudi's old ministers, helped him up with both hands,

My lord. Jin Lao was overwhelmed by flattery, and didn't know what Murong Yun meant by what he did.

Murong Yun clenched the wide sleeves of Mr. Jin's court uniform, looked at all the ministers and said shamelessly, I have no way to teach my son, Mr. Jin and you are tired, and our army is defeated when we approach the city.

I don't know if you are willing to go with me to seek refuge in Yongguo to recuperate and recuperate. In the future, together with Yongguo, we will fight against the Yuan army again, and avenge Dongchen's hatred today!

The courtiers were stunned for a moment, and then they were terrified. The Holy Majesty is going to abandon the Emperor.

Then think about the emperor's self-willedness all the time, and without hesitation, he handed over his hands, I will wait for life and death!

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In the 458th year of Dayuan, Lixia, Yu Wentuo led an army to break through the gate of Dongchen Kyoto,

Dongchen Emperor Murong Fu sat on the dragon chair and burned himself to death. The Supreme Emperor Murong Yun fled overnight with heavy troops and courtiers.

It's just that Dongchen is far away from Dayuan,

This great news is still unknown to Dayuan Chaotang.

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Dayuan, the imperial palace,

At the beginning of summer, there are green lotus leaves floating in the pond beside the Yangliu River in the Imperial Garden.

The sun is shining brightly, the breeze is blowing, and the water is calm. It is a leisurely and leisurely scene.

It was early in the morning, and the emperor returned to Fengming Palace after finishing his state affairs, just in time for meals to be delivered from the imperial dining room.

Hmph~!

The children of Changying were very happy to see their father came back, and they stretched out their hands to show their mother to look,

Song Qing wore a manzhushahualuo skirt, which showed her gradually graceful and uneven body curve after confinement.

It's the royal father, right?

Rubbing his son's black and thick hair, his lazy voice was full of indulgence and a little anxious and disappointed,

I don't know when our Ying'er will be able to call her father, queen and mother.

Yuan'er covered her mouth and smiled, Your Majesty, there is no need to rush, the prince is still young.

Nangong Yu stepped up the steps, took his son and hugged him with one hand, wrapped his strong arm around his wife's waist,

Why are you dressed so thinly?

thin?

Song Qing took a look at her clothes, and understood why the corner of her mouth twitched suspiciously, and calmly pinched the man's narrow waist,

It's already Lixia, can't the concubine change into new clothes?

After saying that, he went down, poking the abdominal muscles with obvious muscle lines through the thin and breathable dragon robe,

The hand feel is as good as ever, and the delicate and charming red lips are raised up for no apparent reason.

Attractive, really greedy.

Nangong Yu's tall and stalwart figure paused, turned his head to look at Song Qing and raised his eyebrows, his handsome face passed by with a clear and joyful smile,

Song Qing just pretended not to see it. Last time she went to the hospital in another world, she specifically asked the female doctor when she could have intercourse.

If the doctor's advice on this aspect can be tolerated, if there is no rush, of course the later the better,

In addition, during this period of time, Dayuan has acquired many cities in Dongchen, and the rectification is cumbersome.

Although she was out of confinement and neither of them thought about it, she was in a very good mood today, so she wanted to take advantage of Huo benefactor.

Nangong Yu has long been used to such tiger-wolf sentences and indulged them,

Yuan'er, who was bending over to lead the way on the left, was different, her eyes widened slightly and she almost choked to death from her own saliva.

Mother, empress...

Yuan'er turned her head and whispered, her round eyes were still winking like cramping,

I want to remind my mother that these palace people are still following, at least be a little restrained, and don't treat them like outsiders.

Um?

Song Qing didn't take it seriously, and the dazzled and coquettish tear moles at the end of her eyes raised, What are you thinking, I'm talking about the delicious food today.

Meow meow meow~

Wu Yun smelled the aroma of the food and sprang out from nowhere. He slipped into the dining room and did not forget to echo his master's words in cat language:

It's so fragrant, so delicious, I'm so hungry~!

Hmph~!

The dumpling lying in the strong arms of the father followed suit, making the husband and wife look at each other and couldn't help laughing.

The little guy still can't eat the food that the adults eat, in order to prevent the son from drooling,

When eating, the nurse will be carried around in the yard, or the nanny will feed it.

After eating,

Song Qing hugged Xiangruan Xiaotuanzi from the mother's arms, and asked Yuan'er and the palace servants to bring sandalwood chairs in the front yard,

The sun's light at noon in early summer is not too hot and dazzling, and a large golden halo swayed on the blossoming roses, inlaid with a layer of gold,

It is also warm when it falls on people. Cats who are full of food and drink lie on the artificial rocks to bask in the sun, not to mention how comfortable the cat life is.

Damu~

The little boy Changying occasionally dances and eats his hands in his father's arms, playing happily with himself.

The smile in Song Qingmei's eyes was even bigger, and she touched her son's socked feet,

Seeing that everyone around except Yuan'er had retreated, he talked about something that he hadn't talked about during the meal just now.

Husband, I woke up with palpitations this morning, so I used blood as a sacrifice to make a fortune.

Half of what I said was just a few words, and there was a bit of teasing and appetizing in it,

It's nothing, it's just that the damn rebellion wanted Nangong Yu to speak and let him continue talking.

But things don't go according to people's wishes,

Nangong Yu didn't intend to answer the conversation, he held up the catkin to look at Song Qing's fingertips that had been pierced by the needle, his brows were raised indistinctly,

The battle with Dongchen is a foregone conclusion. If it is not a matter of Dayuan's survival in the future, it doesn't have to be like this.

Dongchen is dead.

The short sentence made Nangong Yu's palm movement pause slightly, and the abyss-like eyes peering into Song Qing's twinkling eyes,

Song Qing stretched out her magic claws and pinched the man's handsome face, her smile was as bright as a midsummer flower,

80% to 90% are dead. It's just that there is still a tiny ray of Dongchen's destiny shown in the hexagram. I'm not sure, so I just want to tell you,

It should be because I am not good enough to figure out what that strand represents. After Yinger falls asleep, I will go to the priest's hall and ask the master.