Madam is a Superstar

On the bustling Shili Long Street, Nangong Haitang had broken free from Wu Jing's arms.

With Cui Er, she distanced herself from Wu Jing with disgust, and occasionally glared at Wu Jing with cold eyes.

Wu Jing was not upset either. He knew that he was in the wrong and allowed the arrogant little girl to glare at him.

That being said, the difference between the two of them is only four years, not too much.

After walking in silence for a while, Nangong Haitang finally couldn't help it anymore, stopped and shouted angrily at Wu Jing,

"Hey! What are you looking at? The one shouting is you, the warrior!"

Wu Jing didn't speak, nor did he look angry because of Nangong Haitang's bad tone.

He just stopped taking big steps forward and waited quietly for Nangong Haitang to speak,

It was this kind of tolerant, patient and peaceful attitude that made Nangong Haitang feel a lot less angry and felt very unhappy.

"You, you just..."

It was still hard for Nangong Haitang to say the words "I am madam" to them, but she gritted her teeth and asked anyway.

"What did you just say to them that I am your wife? Do you know that if this spreads,

I won't be able to get married in the future. Even if I don't get married, if I marry a consort, I still want to have a good reputation. "

Prince Consort?

The three of them are now in an area where they are performing acrobatics, with a crowded crowd behind them.

As the crowd cheered and applauded, five or six burning torches were thrown into the air in turn.

The acrobatic artist's hands are constantly changing, forming a rotating ring of fire.

Cui'er was attracted by the thunderous cheers and cheers, and wanted to take a quick glance out of the corner of her eye.

Unexpectedly, this glance attracted his attention, and he even forgot to eat the melon of his own princess and martial arts scholar.

The orange flame of the torch shines on Wu Jing’s tall and iron-blooded figure, as motionless as a mountain.

The deep eyes fixed on Nangong Haitang's face became even more clear. Such a gaze that was too focused,

Nangong Haitang swallowed unconsciously, feeling guilty for no reason, but thinking about being let go tonight, she became more energetic.

He put his hands on his hips and looked back unyieldingly, "Why are you looking at me like this? I told you that I will make my own decisions about my marriage.

Don’t think that at the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet that day, you got a compliment from Song Qing and that old man..."

Suddenly, I felt a little bit embarrassed at this point, especially when I thought about how the emperor was so angry at me in the study that day.

The words that came to my throat were even more stuck. However, I couldn't lose my momentum now, so I murmured my lips and pretended to be calm, raised my chin and continued to be aggressive.

"Don't think that you can become my consort just because you fall in their eyes. My mother-in-law clearly refused that day.

In short, just don’t miss this princess, and you let me go tonight,

It’s just that without my princess’ consent. Anyway, this princess is very angry now! "

I wanted to make things difficult for this reckless man, but considering that today is his birthday,

I can’t bear it, and it’s quite pitiful to be scolded and embarrassed by others on my birthday.

"Princess, do you still remember that when you were seven years old, you and the late emperor went to Yucheng to enjoy the begonia flowers all over the city?"

Wu Jing's sudden question made Nangong Haitang, who was awkward, a little startled, and subconsciously repeated Wu Jing's words,

"Seven years old? Yucheng is full of begonias?"

He raised his eyebrows, lowered his long eyelashes and thought carefully for a while, it seemed that such a thing was indeed the case.

However, it had been too long since she was young, and she had long forgotten what exactly happened.

I just remember the amazing feeling when I stood high in the attic with my father, the emperor, my mother and my concubine, and saw the sea of ​​begonia flowers all over the city.

wrong,

That's not the point, Yucheng? ?

Nangong Haitang raised his eyes and looked at Wu Jing suspiciously. He thought hard but couldn't remember.

I have a little memory about the five big and three rude men in front of me. I coughed lightly and hesitated before asking.

"You said your home is in Yucheng. Did we know each other before?"

"The princess really forgot about me."

Wu Jing sighed, his upright figure under the light of the torch had a look of loneliness and sadness that could not be concealed at this moment.

Nangong Haitang: "..."

? ? .

She really didn't mean to let people celebrate her birthday and live it so unhappy.

But no matter how she looks from left to right, you can't tell whether this big guy is her childhood playmate.

However, looking at Wu Jing's dejected look, he was not only relieved of his anger but also a little embarrassed, and said sarcastically,

"I'm sorry, I really can't remember who you are. I was only seven years old at that time, which is the age where I love to play.

And I don’t have a very good memory, so don’t take it too seriously. In this way,

I won't be angry because you asked me to wait for you for a quarter of an hour tonight. Let's just forget it and offset it, okay? "

Afraid that Wu Jing would continue to hold on to her and make him forget about this matter, he simply did not give anyone a chance to refuse.

He stretched out his hand to grab Wu Jing's arm and walked to another restaurant that he often went to. As he walked, he changed the subject guiltily.

"Then what, isn't it your birthday today? Let's go, let's go, I'll take you to have a good meal to celebrate. Just think of it as an apology to you."

As he spoke, he dragged the person forward, even forgetting that there was Tweety following behind him.

Cui'er realized something was wrong and caught up with her. There were so many people and she didn't dare to shout loudly. Not to mention how much she wanted to cry but had no tears left in her heart.

Princess, you have Mr. Wu Jing to accompany you, but don’t forget your slave. I have been with you for so many years~!

Although it’s just the beginning of the month now, the cold weather in November always gets darker very quickly.

At this time, for the ten-mile long street in Kyoto City, the bustling nightlife has just begun.

The heavy snow that was falling today has long since stopped, and some things have also come to an end as the snow stops.

…

The days flew by and it was the day before New Year’s Eve.

The solemn and solemn palace is filled with a rare sense of leisure and joy. The people in the palace are busy coming in and out to welcome the new year.

In Cining Palace,

Song Qing sat next to the Queen Mother. The old man gently touched his daughter-in-law's swollen belly with his hand, which was extremely rare.

"Hey, look at how big our little Qingqing's belly is now. How about it, little Qingqing? The kids haven't made you much trouble these days, have they?"

As the months get older, the little one in the belly becomes more and more noisy.

Some time ago, Song Qing was so noisy that she couldn't sleep well. The Queen Mother kept it in mind.

"No, Fendanzi has been well behaved these past five or six days, so there is no need to worry, Queen Mother."

Song Qing's stunning face, because of Nangong Yu's constant love and the fact that she was about to become a mother,

There is much less aggressive beauty than before, but a different kind of soft beauty that has never been seen before.

The Queen Mother smiled, held her daughter-in-law's hand with her warm hand and patted it, "Okay, okay, just don't make any noise.

When Ai Jia looks at you, his face is much rosier than the previous days. It seems that Miao really put his heart into giving you a good pregnancy this time. "