Madam is a Superstar

Nangong Haitang lowered her head in shame, I know Brother Huang.

The long eyelashes drooping suddenly trembled with unconcealable loss.

Nangong Yu put away the folding fan, with complicated emotions. It is true that he also had his own wishes to betroth Haitang to Wu Jing.

Seeing that Haitang is so anxious for Wu Jing, what does he think in his heart as a royal brother?

It's like a vegetable farmer working hard to grow cabbage that is full of water, and it feels sad to let the wild boars in the mountains go away.

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at night,

The emperor in the palace held a celebration banquet for the triumphant soldiers, and the emperor left after drinking for three rounds.

Wu Jing stood up, cupped fists with his colleagues, and hurriedly left the table because there was an urgent matter in the residence.

The Shili Chang Street is brightly lit, and the Tianzihao private room of Yangjia Restaurant welcomes long-lost guests,

Before Wu Jing set off for the expedition, he sold the restaurant to the public, and Tianzihao Yajian naturally became the exclusive property of the two of them.

The fragrance of tea is lingering,

Nangong Haitang frowned, her fingertips brushed over the scar on Wu Jing's palm, feeling distressed,

It hurts. You can tell that you haven't taken the medicine properly. The scar removal ointment prepared by Imperial Physician Wen of the Tai Hospital is very effective. I will go to the palace tomorrow to get it. From now on, you will use some every day.

It's okay, a little injury. Wu Jing quietly looked at the sweetheart in front of him, his empty chest was full and satisfied like never before.

A small injury, a small injury, what is a big injury to you!

Nangong Haitang angrily shook off Wu Jing's hand, wanting to put on a face and show off the pride of a princess of a country.

Wu Jing stretched out his iron arms and clasped Nangong Haitang's waist tightly, hugging her into his arms, and said softly, It's a serious injury for the princess to be angry with me.

The two were very close, so close that they could clearly feel each other's breath, the words of love fell in their ears, and the proud princess blushed.

next morning,

Nangong Yu rewarded the soldiers one by one, although Wu Jing didn't get the title of general, he was no longer a petty bachelor,

half a month later,

The day of great joy for Wu Jing and Nangong Haitang is set.

And during this half month, Dayuan successively received letters of surrender written by the king of the small country and sent by envoys.

It's snowing heavily,

Fengming Palace was lit with silver charcoal for warmth, and Changying’s child was wrapped into a rice dumpling by the queen mother,

Hey~! Ya~!

Wearing too many clothes will make it inconvenient to move around. In the small pear wood bed, the little guy is sitting firmly with a doll,

He was wheezing and tugging at the padded jacket he was wearing, but no one has much strength,

Babbling and cheering up and working hard for a long time, not only did I not tear off the padded jacket, but I was very tired.

Hoo~

The little doll lay down on the quilt, let out a long breath to express giving up,

Obsidian-like eyes stared at the air in a daze, and she could still hear Sister Yuan'er's sniggering,

snort!

The nose, which inherited the excellent genes of the father, snorted softly, and the mouth pouted in dissatisfaction,

I wrote my unhappiness on the cute Q bomb face, and suddenly my ears moved and I heard the voice of my father, queen and mother,

In an instant, the little boy Changying felt that he was doing well again, and his two arms, which were as white as lotus root joints, supported the soft quilt,

Pouting his ass, he planned to get up, so that his father could help him take off the cotton-padded jacket that dolls dislike.

Isn't it something that you and the ministers are happy to see the surrender of all countries? Why don't you agree immediately?

Song Qing didn't know that the old mother's deep love was rejected by her son, and the tail of her eyes was puzzled.

As soon as she stepped into the room, Mei Mou subconsciously looked in the direction of Lan Tuanzi's small bed,

Seeing the little guy standing up from the pear blossom bed with the help of Yuan'er's hand, those eyes that don't know much about the world looked straight at them,

No,

To be more precise, look at his father, well, she, the queen mother, was completely ignored.

Does Qingqing know that there is a word called refusal or welcome?

While the husband and wife were talking, they had already come in front of the child, Nangong Yu bent over and picked up the son,

Huh, eh~! Ya~!

The little girl Ying'er immediately hugged her father's neck tightly in joy, and even used her hands to pull her cotton-padded jacket when the baby's voice was not enough.

If you take it off, you will be cold, and if you are cold, you will suffer from the wind and cold. If you suffer from the wind and cold, you must drink bitter medicine. Are we, Ying'er, willing to drink bitter medicine?

Song Qing was jealous, she pinched her son's soft and glutinous face like a glutinous rice dumpling, and then looked at Nangong Yu who was smiling at the two of them,

Would you like to refuse and welcome, or give them the power to make them trembling and fear our Dayuan even more from the bottom of their hearts?

It's okay to refuse and welcome in the affairs of men and women, and it's okay to refuse and greet in the relationship between countries. People who are full of knowledge are at a loss for words?

Nangong Yu smiled and said nothing, it was a tacit consent.

Yah...?

The little boy Changying looked at his father and then at his mother, and found that his father had no intention of helping him take off his cotton-padded jacket.

Naihuhu babbled, both disappointed and sad, and then I didn't know what to think,

Xiangruan's body writhed restlessly, and she opened her hands to Song Qing,

Mu da Mu Da~

Song Qing was quite surprised, it was rare that Huo benefactor wanted to hug her when the little guy took the initiative,

He took his son and hugged him in his arms, before the unexpected energy reached his cheek, he pressed a soft mouth.

Hey~!

The child Changying kissed his mother's queen's face, and then hugged her mother's neck tightly,

The face is pressed against the mother's face, but the mother's mother's voice is full of coquettish syllables,

Wood~wood~

cute and well-behaved,

When he was so well-behaved that the old mother Song Qing was confused, the little guy pulled his cotton-padded jacket with twisted hands,

Then his eyelashes blinked, and his ignorant eyes just looked at Song Qing pitifully.

Song Qing: ...

The old mother understood, so, did she give birth to a child prodigy or a clever ghost?

Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows, looked at his son for a long time, and laughed for a while, Take it off for him, it's not as cold inside the warm pavilion, it's okay, just move the charcoal fire a little closer.

Song Qing touched the thick clothes on her son's body, and she no longer insisted on the old mother's love,

Let Nangong Yu hold him, and he untied the outermost padded jacket for the little guy.

Boom~boom~

The human cub was happy, and watched the mother unbutton the jacket one by one without blinking.

He was so happy that he was spitting sparkling saliva bubbles while swaying his short legs leisurely.

Song Qing couldn't help laughing, but at the same time she couldn't help laughing, she finally shook her head helplessly, You're a big kid, and you don't know who you look like.

Nangong Yu smiled, Qingqing, don't you think that Ying'er is very similar to you when you were a child?

Song Qing:? Is there?

Your Majesty, give it to the servant girl.

Yuan'er came over to take the cotton-padded jacket, and was very rare for the little prince's eccentricity, and after a while brought tea and snacks over with the palace servants,

So that the two masters can eat something to fill their stomachs when they are hungry, and it is still early for dinner.

Yi Ya Yo ~ Yi Ya Yo ~

The husband and wife sat and talked, and the child Changying stayed in the mother's arms obediently and had fun with himself.

The babbling in the mouth is not learned from others, it is learned from the queen mother who always ouches.

Is there any movement from Murong Yun? Haven't you found out where he is? Didn't it mean that Dongchen's capital city is missing a thousand elite soldiers, as well as those courtiers.

Speaking of Dongchen's courtiers, Song Qing was silent, there was no one else, many of the courtiers who fled with Murong Yun abandoned their wives and children.

So it is really a test of human nature at a critical moment of life and death, but it has nothing to do with her, so I feel a little bit, and continued,

With so many people fleeing, no one in Dongchen Palace knows something?