Madam is a Superstar

Song Qing's glamorous and eye-catching face still had a smile on her face, but she was very bored in her heart.

Sure enough,

Nangong Yu really didn't miss herself at all, if she hadn't visited the Prince's Mansion from time to time in the past two years,

Presumably people have already forgotten her as a follower and clingy, from when she was still in her infancy to now,

For seventeen years, he chased after Nangong Yu to ask him to be his husband, but until now he still hasn't responded at all,

Song Qing, Song Qing, you really failed!

Haven't you eaten yet? Song Dai rubbed Song Qing's flat belly and asked with a smile.

Song Qing put her arms around Song Dai back, and the two of them just walked in with each other's arms, Well, isn't this here for the empress to have a meal?

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and met Shang Nangong Yu's narrow, dark eyes,

And that handsome face that made her covetous, she didn't want to talk to her,

But as soon as she sees the man's face, well, she will be greedy, and she will be particularly worthless when she is greedy.

However, I was more or less resentful in my heart, so I let go of Song Dai's arms and purposely distanced herself, and bowed to Nangong Yu in a restrained and respectful manner.

Grassman Song Qing, see the prince.

Although she is the next priest, she has not officially served after all, and can only call herself a grassroots.

Nangong Yu squinted his eyes very shallowly, never felt that the word Prince was so unpleasant,

The wide and dry palms stretch out, and they can clearly feel each other's temperature when the skin touches,

eat first.

Nineteen-year-old's voice is mellow and deep, especially when it is slowed down, it is more intoxicating than sweet liquor.

Song Qing is even more hopeless, what should I do, I want to hug and think about my relatives, I want to tie the hemp rope used by the Queen of Nangong back to the priest's hall to occupy it for myself and enjoy it slowly,

Such thoughts are only fleeting,

Because she couldn't, just because of the disparity in status between the two of them, there was no need to discuss it.

Um.

This sound is more muffled.

Nangong Yu raised her eyebrows without a trace, and without saying anything, she came to the other side of Song Dai, and the three of them walked to the dining hall accompanied by the palace servants.

Breakfast is very rich,

The three talked and laughed and had a good meal. Song Dai deliberately matched the two children.

After finishing the meal, he made excuses and took most of the palace people away without sitting down for a while, the intention was self-evident.

But Song Dai left like this,

The atmosphere in the hall was a bit delicate, the two of them were silent and quiet, which was a bit weird.

cough.

Song Qing held the teacup and took a sip of the tea, coughing lightly, trying to ease the embarrassment.

I can't help but miss my childhood, and I don't think too much, so I don't feel ashamed, shameless, shameless, and want to be hugged.

tomorrow……

tomorrow……

The two said the same words at the same time and looked at each other. Song Qing didn't know what happened to Nangong Yu.

Anyway, she was even more uncomfortable, and even had the urge to get up and leave,

Then what, you say first.

After speaking, he quickly lowered his eyelids and took another sip of tea, pretending to be very thirsty.

Nangong Yu's eyes were a little dark, how could he not be aware of Song Qing's uneasiness and seldom seeing each other, after all, is he still unfamiliar?

The slender and well-proportioned fingers holding the teacup couldn't help tightening, and the voice was steady, Do you want to come with me when I go out to appreciate the lotus in the palace tomorrow?

This year, a lotus flower on Chengdong Street in Kyoto is blooming quite well. Murong Yan loves lotus very much.

Nangong Xiao ordered that at dusk tomorrow, he would take the prince and princess and the concubines and ministers out of the palace to appreciate the lotus.

It is quite absurd for an emperor to go to war just because of Murong Yan's words.

With, me?

Song Qing's drooping long eyelashes trembled, and there was a gleam of brilliance in her beautiful eyes, Sui, what do I mean?

Is that what she meant? This thousand-year-old iceberg was finally warmed by himself! ?

too excited,

So much so that she suddenly raised her head to look at the man, and nodded without even thinking about it, Yes, I will follow you!

After finishing speaking, I realized how profound the words were, and a blush flushed on the beautiful face,

Don't take it too far, how detached from the mundane world the Great God Stick is in front of others, and how timid he is now in front of his sweetheart,

That, I didn't mean that, I mean that I will also...

The word go got stuck in the throat, and the whole person was froze because of the big palm on the head, and dared not move.

So much so that she missed the gentle pampering in Nangong Yu's expression, and only heard the man's helpless sigh,

Song Qing, you've grown up.

I have my own thoughts, and I no longer want to get close to him without any scruples like before.

Could it be that in a few years, even the heart that has always liked him will change, and the person in that heart will become another man.

With this in mind,

Nangong Yu's deep eyes darkened, full of hostility.

…

half an hour later,

Song Qing didn't know how she came back from Fengming Palace, all she knew was that her steps were so light that she almost grew wings to fly,

How to do how to do,

She felt that she and Nangong Yu were having fun again, was she caring about herself by asking so many questions just now? right?

The heat wave of June day hits the face one after another, but Song Qing thinks it is incomparably wonderful,

Even the endless chirping of cicadas in my ears is so beautiful at this moment!

However, such a good mood did not last long, it can only be said that extreme joy begets sorrow.

,

the next day,

The dusk in midsummer is the most dazzling, and the occasional groups of flying birds add to the beauty.

The octagonal pavilions are located in the lake, the lake is sparkling, and the green lotus leaves are lined with lotus flowers of different colors.

Or fully bloomed or budding, many of them stop on the tip of the bud after a little bit of water,

My concubine, what's the matter, is this beautiful scenery to your liking?

In the octagonal pavilion with red tiles in the middle of the lake, Nangong Xiao sat in the heart of a golden nanmu chair with Murong Yan in his arms, enjoying himself,

Murong Yan was wearing a sky blue lotus flower skirt today, and now she was sitting in Nangong Xiao's arms as if she had lost all her bones.

Hearing this, he picked up a crystal clear and round seedless green grape and put it into Nangong Xiao's mouth, and said with a soft smile,

No matter how beautiful the beautiful scenery is, it's just a fleeting moment, and the concubine's heart is all with the emperor.

Everyone likes to hear nice words, not to mention it is said from the mouth of a stunning beauty, Nangong Xiaolong's hearty laughter is even worse.

And behind the two,

The concubines from the harem led by Song Dai were all terrified at this moment by Murong Yan, the demon concubine who confuses the king.

He still had to maintain a decent smile on his face, so he could only pull the handkerchief in his wide sleeves, pinch his own palms, or curse Murong Yan depressedly.

Song Dai didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, her eyes were full of beautiful lotus flowers,

He didn't dare to take a look at Nangong Xiao who was holding Murongyan and laughing happily, because his heart hurt bloody like being cut by a knife.

The slightly pursed corners of his mouth were filled with endless bitterness. Once upon a time, the person in Xiao Lang's arms was himself, and he was looking at a yard full of golden chrysanthemums.

And now,

Things are different, but that's the case.

In the octagonal pavilion not far away, Song Qing looked at Nangong Yu who had a good conversation with Xu Rouyin, the daughter of the Minister of War,

Then look at myself who is lonely and lonely when no one cares about it, and then I know what it means to be extremely happy and sad,