Madam is a Superstar

The scent of tea is still there in the hall,

Yuan Daixi was about to speak but felt it was difficult to speak. She glanced at Song Qing's swollen belly with envy, then bit her teeth lightly without hesitation.

"Sister-in-law, Dai Xi has a merciless request today. A-Yu and I have been married for several years and have not been able to have a child.

To be honest, in the past few years, I have seen many doctors and been seen by imperial doctors, and I have also drank a lot of decoctions..."

There was a hint of bitterness in the corner of Yuan Daixi's mouth, her hand fell on her flat belly, she lowered her eyelids and said dimly,

"Although Ah Yu has never blamed me for this, I feel guilty. Today I just want to ask the emperor's sister-in-law to see if I can have children and grandchildren. If not, I can give Ah Yu a concubine earlier."

From ancient times to the present, no woman would be willing to share the person she loves with others.

If she hadn't been forced to do so, why would she have had such an idea? It would be cruel for her to give her husband a concubine with her own hands.

"I wonder if during this period, the fifth prince asked the imperial doctor to see him?"

Song Qing did not say any words of comfort but went straight to the point. She is now pregnant with Fendanzi,

Talking too much not only fails to offer words of comfort, but it also feels like standing up and talking without pain in the back.

But looking at Yuan Daixi's stunned look, she still didn't understand anything, so she sighed,

It seems that this kind of common sense in other worlds should be popularized in Dayuan. No one in the royal family knows it, let alone ordinary people.

Both are women,

I really hope that women’s waists can be straighter.

Outside the eaves corridor,

Nangong Yu and Nangong Yu were talking about state affairs. When they heard the movement behind them, they turned around and looked.

Out of habit, Nangong Yu reached out and wanted to take his wife into his arms to protect him, but when he saw Song Qing walking straight towards Nangong Yu, he raised his eyebrows.

"Excuse me, Fifth Prince, please stretch out your hand, and I will take your pulse." The lazy voice was as same as ever.

Although Nangong Yu was puzzled, he still stretched out his hand and looked at Yuan Daixi silently asking from the corner of his eye,

Yuan Daixi had a complicated expression, her eyes were on her husband's wrist for a long time and she couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment.

In a moment,

Song Qing withdrew his hand from the pulse point and looked at Nangong Yu, who had an inexplicable look on his face and slightly opened his red lips.

"Fifth Prince, I will give you a prescription. You and Dai Xi go to the Imperial Hospital. Remember to drink too much in the future."

Nangong Yu: "???"

No, why do we need to prescribe medicine? When did he get sick?

"Sister-in-law, it's really because of A Yu's body..."

Yuan Daixi was hesitant about what she said. They were the only two people in the hall just now. But now that the palace maids are present, she cannot ignore her husband's face.

Song Qing nodded, "Yes and no, if I guessed correctly, the fifth prince should have been poisoned by Yi Mingsaki before.

There is nothing wrong with the Fifth Prince himself. The reason for this... In short, it is caused by the little residual poison that Saki left in the Fifth Prince's body. "

After a short pause, one look at the changes in the expressions of Nangong Yu and Yuan Daixi knew that his guess was correct, so he added,

"Did the doctor who detoxified the fifth prince at the beginning tell him to avoid alcohol for half a year after the poison was detoxified?"

Nangong Yu's gloomy and dark handsome face suddenly froze, and he stood in the cold wind and opened his mouth,

For a long time, under the gaze of the emperor's brother, the emperor's wife, and his wife, he muttered a sentence:

"This, and drinking... cough."

If the emperor brother was not present, he would be lying casually, but the emperor brother was present.

He didn't have the slightest confidence to get through, so he clenched his hand into a fist and put it to his mouth, coughed and changed the subject.

"Imperial Sister-in-law, I know you are poisonous, but what are you and Xi'er talking about just now? No outsider can say it directly, so why bother to make me and the emperor brother guess otherwise."

Song Qing smiled with a smile at the end of her eyes but said nothing. She walked back to Nangong Yu and stretched out her arms to look at Yuan Daixi.

"Alcohol will arouse Saki's toxicity. Just remember to avoid alcohol. Take the decoction three times a day and you will be cured in half a month."

Yuan Daixi thanked her implicitly with gratitude, and then the dignified, gentle smile on her face sank slightly.

Looking at Nangong Yu who was confused by what he heard, he remembered that all the troubles he had suffered in the past few years were only caused by his husband's greed for alcohol.

I wanted to complain and blame a few words, but think about it, my husband has never said anything wrong about me.

Every time the mother-in-law mentioned that she would defend herself, her heart softened and she sighed deeply.

"Yuan'er, go get pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Song Qing gave an order to write the prescription and hand it over to Yuan Daixi after Yuan'er brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

After watching the couple get on the carriage and leave, they took Nangong Yu's hand and went back to the palace.

The octagonal palace lantern swayed with the cold wind at night, and the radiance of the night pearl in the palace was soft.

Behind the sandalwood desk case,

Song Qing sat on Nangong Yu's lap as usual, pinching the man's ears with her slender fingers. She still felt ridiculous and wanted to laugh.

"Nangong Yu, he is your imperial brother, I am just taking his pulse."

He actually asked Dehong to bring warm water and washed her hands personally.

Really, only Huo Donor can do such a coquettish operation in the world.

"Next time, use a veil."

Nangong Yu took the woman's restless hand and kissed her fingertips bit by bit, giving reasonable suggestions.

The warm thin lips stirred up an ambiguous tingling on the fingertips, and the charming atmosphere rose faintly.

"Squeak."

The sound of the window opening sounded, followed by a gust of cold wind that instantly blew away the lingering lingering feelings.

Nangong Yu's dark eyes suddenly narrowed, and his fierce and stern gaze directed towards the visitor,

However,

"Meow~?"

Little Wuyun put down the thing in his mouth and innocently tilted his dark cat head.

He had no idea what he had done wrong, and as soon as he came back, he was stared at by Big Pig Hoof with a look that would kill a cat.

"Pfft."

Song Qing couldn't even laugh or cry, she inserted her fingers into the man's dark hair that was spread over her shoulders, and smoothed it a few times with a strong sense of comfort.

Her beautiful eyes fell on what Dark Cloud had brought back. A small, smooth bamboo stick was rolling towards the edge at a slow speed.

This is not the point,

The key point is the turbid air wrapped around the small bamboo stick.

Song Qing followed her man's movements and stopped, looking at Wu Yun in surprise, who looked at her innocently with a pair of green eyes.

She will be able to give birth in a few months, and now the attraction of turbidity is obviously greater than that of male sex.

Song Qing stood up and walked to the window without hesitation. After confirming that the small bamboo stick was undoubtedly filled with turbid air,

Bend down and follow Wu Yun's healthy and shiny hair, his expression and movements were gentler than before,

"Where did this come from? How did you know I wanted this?"

"Meow~~"

Wu Yun narrowed his eyes and meowed happily to answer his master, but Song Qing couldn't understand the cat language.

Just as the little guy's aura was getting stronger day by day, he sighed and forgot that there was a neglected man behind him, and opened his mouth to give instructions to the closed bedroom door,

"Yuan'er, go prepare a pot of small dried fish for Wu Yun to eat."

It’s not that she, the owner, is being picky, but that the little guy is a cat that only loves small dried fish.

He glanced at the thick ink-like sky outside the window, and then looked at the black dumpling who was rubbing his hand in a coquettish manner.

That’s all

It won't be too late to find out where the turbid air comes from when the sun comes up, but now it's better to seal the turbid air first.

The waist tightened and he fell into the strong and tall body. Nangong Yu's voice was hoarse, "Song Qing, am I not as good as a cat and a bamboo stick?"