Madam is a Superstar

The carriage went all the way back to Fengming Palace.

It was getting late, and the couple had already taken a bath and burned incense before going to the Star-Zhaing Pavilion. They briefly washed themselves under the care of the palace servants and then went to bed to rest.

Ever since Fendanzi became older and older, Song Qing felt uncomfortable no matter how much she slept in bed at night.

From time to time, you can also unlock three or two weird sleeping positions, such as sitting on the head of the bed and dozing off bit by bit.

Tonight too,

Maybe he was tossing and turning because he was thinking too much and couldn't sleep. He simply reached out and took away Nangong Yu's arm from his waist and sat up.

"Yu'er bothered you again?"

Song Qing's eyelids jumped in surprise when the man next to him suddenly made a sound. Hearing this sound, Yu'er didn't know why,

The tip of her heart felt a little sore, and she accurately touched Nangong Yu's ear without looking, "Why don't you call me Qing'er?"

It is said that the daughter is the lover from the previous life, and she is not born yet...

Song Qing stopped her next thoughts in time and felt that she was somewhat seriously ill.

As a mother, she is jealous of her unborn daughter. I am afraid she is the only one in the world.

Guiltily, he glanced sideways and saw Nangong Yu's long, narrow, dark, teasing eyes. He coughed uncomfortably and tried to change the subject.

"I want to move back to the Priest Hall to live with my grandparents in the next few months. You see, I wake up so many times in the middle of the night during this period.

You are such a light sleeper, and I wake you up if I make the slightest movement. You can't sleep well all night long, and you have to be busy with court affairs during the day.

As time goes by, my body will be unable to bear it. Moreover, it will be more convenient for me to move back and watch the stars every night, so as not to cause as much trouble as tonight. "

Song Qing was sitting on her back now. Nangong Yu came over and rested his head on Song Qing's lap. His handsome face was just close to his bulging belly.

While listening to the fetal movements, he wrapped his big palm around his wife's catkins and played with them, "I told Qing'er on the way back that I don't agree."

A blush flashed across Song Qing's beautiful face, and she selectively ignored the two words that made her ashamed. Her soft voice was unnatural,

"How can a majestic king of a country be so clingy? I really think about you. How can you be so busy all day without a good night's sleep? The next battle between the two armies will keep you busy."

The only thing I'm thankful for right now is that the palace is very big. Even though there's a small dim palace lantern burning outside that's convenient for getting up at night,

But once the bed curtains fell, the weak candlelight couldn't shine in, so there was no need to worry that Nangong Yu would notice her blushing face.

"I can't sleep without you."

Nangong Yu closed his eyes again, and his deep and mellow voice became more sexy and hoarse due to the sleepiness, which made people feel soft inexplicably.

Song Qing was used to being soft-spoken rather than tough-minded. She inserted her fingers into the man's sharp black hair and raised her delicate red lips in the night to laugh and curse in a low voice.

"Childish ghost."

Nangong Yu's throat burst into a deep laughter, and he moved his head closer to his wife's bulging belly, enjoying the smooth feeling very much.

"Well, childish ghost, Song Qing's."

I don’t deny it, but I can still vaguely hear the pride in it.

Song Qing pulled the quilt to cover half of the man's broad back that was exposed to the cold night air. The smile at the end of his eyes was so deep that it was ridiculous,

Well, hers.

…

Early the next morning, the sky turned white.

Nangong Yu opened his eyes, and habitually lowered his eyes to look at his sleeping wife in his arms. His thin lips lightly touched his soft red lips before he stood up.

Without pulling the bed curtain to connect the bell outside the palace, Eunuch De led the palace attendants on time and quietly into the outside room.

The items for the emperor's washing were brought in. After the emperor washed himself, he was helped to change his clothes. During this period, no one said a word.

Until the mighty emperor's honor guard left, Fengming Palace did not make even the slightest sound that could wake anyone up.

an emperor,

He will be extremely considerate to his wife.

It was already half an hour after Song Qing woke up from her sleep, but she was still awakened by the meowing sound of the little dark cloud, which touched the bright light shining through the bed curtains.

I knew it was getting late, so I glanced at the empty space next to me.

Although I have gradually gotten used to it, I still feel a little bit disappointed. As always, I lie on my side where Nangong Yu sleeps.

I looked at the top of the bed curtain for a long time, thinking about how I fell asleep last night, but it seemed that I had answered the sentence: "I am pregnant for three years."

I couldn't think of anything, so I sighed quietly, and then reached out to pull the rope hanging from the bed curtain and connecting the bell outside.

"Squeak."

After a while, the door of the bedroom opened,

Yuan'er came in with several palace maids carrying toiletries, and while waiting for Song Qing to get up, she said with an embarrassed face,

"Mother, General Shangguan and the princess are here. They came together. Maybe it was because of what happened in the military camp yesterday.

General Shangguan didn't like the princess a bit. The two of them had quarreled for a while, but they didn't want the slave to wake you up. The two of them were standing still. "

Song Qing was still asleep, but hearing Yuan'er's words made her sober in an instant.

Thinking of what Nangong Haitang asked him yesterday in the military camp, it became clear that the tears at the end of his eyes were rising. Apart from accidents, there was only gossip.

She still remembers how much Nangong Haitang disliked Wu Jing at the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, but now she can do it for Wu Jing.

She didn't hesitate to come to her, the eldest sister-in-law, who she didn't like, early in the morning, so what did she miss between the two of them?

"A few words of bickering? Did Ah Yao suffer a loss?"

Yes, that's right, that's how the great stick protects its shortcomings.

Yuan'er shook her head, her round face couldn't help but laugh, "Mother, the princess is the one who suffers, how could General Shangguan suffer?

The slave girl was very angry when she saw General Shangguan, especially when she looked at the princess, as if she wanted to swallow her up. "

After all, it was because there were other palace people outside, so Yuan'er came over and whispered in a low voice,

Obviously, the little girl doesn't like Nangong Haitang, the unruly and willful princess.

Such a result was expected by Song Qing.

Ah Yao's reason for coming could be roughly guessed. It was because of the farce in the military camp yesterday. He shook his head and didn't hesitate to get up and wash up.

In less than a quarter of an hour,

Song Qing stepped into the hall and was greeted by two eyes, one from the left and one from the right. She suppressed the smile that raised the corner of her mouth and said,

"I haven't eaten yet. Do you want to have breakfast together?"

Just now I asked Yuan'er the time. She got up quite early today. It was still early for Nangong Yu to go to court. She was really hungry so she didn't wait.

"The beauty you want!"

Shangguan Yao put down the tea cup with force and stood up from his seat. He walked over in a hurry and held his friend's arm intimately.

"Qing, you're not angry with me, are you? I didn't expect that just because I told my Zeyi like that, some people wouldn't...hiss!"

Shangguan Yao's words stopped abruptly, and he looked at Song Qing pitifully with tears in his eyes and complained, "Beauty, why are you pinching me?"

"you guess."

Song Qing didn't want to, but Nangong Haitang was still there. If she didn't pinch her like this, Ah Yao's shameless words would come out of her mouth and she would not be kind today.

I don’t deserve it, I’ll make up for it tomorrowヘ(__ヘ)