Madam is a Superstar

At dusk, it was drizzling. Looking at the people coming and going on the long street, very few people held up oil-paper umbrellas.

Because the rain was so light this time, the men, women, old and young chatting and laughing against the afterglow of the setting sun was like a beautiful picture.

"Meow~"

A black cat head poked out from the carriage curtain, facing the sunset and drizzle in the sky,

His green eyes narrowed and he meowed happily, attracting the attention of passers-by who all cast their appraising glances.

"Heiyun, be careful, don't fall."

The woman's voice was filled with careless laziness, which seduced people's hearts for no reason.

Passers-by with sharp ears became more and more curious after hearing this, and couldn't help but stop and look at the corner of the carriage curtain blown by the breeze.

For no other reason than to see how stunningly beautiful the woman sitting in the carriage is.

inside the carriage,

Naturally, Song Qing didn't know this. She put her hands on her temples and half-squinted her beautiful eyes, her gaze resting on the half of the black iron sign for a long time.

"My Lady, what is written on it? Why do you think this thing looks like a tablet?"

While Yuan'er stretched out her hand to protect the dark clouds, she stared at the runes curiously without blinking.

The runes are no different than the words usually used, otherwise Yuan'er wouldn't have asked this question.

After all, Dongchen was originally a vassal state of Dayuan. Not only did Dongchen imitate Dayuan in its clothing, food, housing, transportation, and other customs and rules, but it also imitated Dayuan.

Even the characters have been imitated. Most of the characters used by Dongchen still have the shadow of Dayuan characters.

The runes are different. Only priests can understand the runes, and only those with the talent of the magic stick can understand the mysteries hidden in the runes.

"It's not like, this is it."

And it’s not a memorial tablet for one person, but for tens of thousands of people. This half plus the piece in the orchid soil before and today in the teahouse,

Just enough to piece together the original appearance of this black iron sign, she and the old woman discussed the runes on the orchid sign.

She went to the Library and read through the ancient books left by the priests of the Great Yuan Dynasty. She could clearly see the runes on the sign in front of her.

"What?"

Yuan'er took a breath of air-conditioning, thinking of something that made her round face look worried and anxious, and asked hurriedly,

"Then my dear, will it be harmful to you if your blood seeps into it?"

Everything can be done later, except for the empress’s affairs. If the empress makes the slightest mistake, it will be a trivial matter for her to lose her head.

The emperor's side is the big deal. The emperor's wrath, laying down millions of corpses and bleeding for thousands of miles, is never just empty talk.

"fine."

Song Qing opened her eyes and glanced at the little girl. She could probably guess the reason why Yuan'er was so nervous, so she explained one more sentence,

"The priest's blood is used to suppress the turbid air, but just dripping blood is not of much use. Drawing a talisman with blood is useful."

Yuan'er breathed a sigh of relief. She already knew what the turbid qi was. After learning that just dripping blood was of no use, she felt a little frightened when she looked at half of the Xuantie tablet.

I opened my mouth to ask who the owner of this brand was, but the words changed to something else.

"My Lady, can I soak this brand in soapy water and wash it? If possible, I will take it to you after I return to the palace and wash it before giving it to you.

You see, if you want to draw a talisman with blood, you must cut your finger. I heard the doctor said that the wound should not be touched by dirty things, otherwise it will be difficult to heal. "

Song Qing shook his head and refused, "No, don't worry, I don't intend to put my finger directly on it, put some blood on it and use the brush to paint."

Firstly, it is indeed bad for the wound. After all, this thing is not talisman but iron and black iron. Secondly, well...

The rhubarb raised by the matchmaker woman was irrigated with urine day after day... Whether it tasted was another matter, she just thought it had some taste.

The carriage went all the way north,

The wheels of the carriage turned, and the Kung Fu carriage, about the size of a stick of incense, traveled along the bluestone corridor leading to the palace.

The corridor is spacious enough to accommodate five carriages traveling side by side at the same time. At the end of the corridor is the majestic and majestic palace.

"Meow meow meow—!"

Master, come out and see, it’s your big pig’s hooves!

"Your Majesty, it's the Emperor." Yuan'er half-opened the curtain of the carriage, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the Emperor waiting at the entrance of the palace.

Turning around to talk to Song Qing, he also didn't forget to bring back the restless dark clouds that were jumping up and down.

This carriage was specially built by the emperor to make it easier for the empress to leave the palace. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary carriage.

What should be inside was not missing. The weight of the carriage was more than a bit heavier than other carriages.

If the spirit master accidentally rolled off the carriage, he would really be crushed into a ball of flesh.

"I see it."

Song Qing's expression softened. She looked at the man waiting for her at the palace gate from a distance and couldn't explain how she felt.

The only thing that is clear is probably the little sense of stability at the top of my heart that is wrapped in green vines.

but……

Song Qing's tearful mole revealed a deep smile, "Why do you look at the Emperor like a little daughter-in-law who is alone in an empty room, waiting hard for her husband to come back?"

And she is the Hong Shixian who is clearly a scumbag who goes out to play with women and doesn't come home.

Yuan'er's round eyes were blinking hard, and she didn't know how to get used to the sarcastic words that popped out of her mouth from time to time.

I should say something to persuade the empress not to say this, or I should pretend not to hear.

"Meow-"

Wu Yun stayed in Yuan'er's arms obediently, nodding the black cat's head ceremoniously to express his agreement with his master's words.

In his two lifetimes, Dark Cloud has never seen any male clinging to his female body like a big pig's hooves. It's really an embarrassment to their male counterparts!

A certain cat forgot at this moment that it was no longer a scumbag cat in another world but a fairy cat.

Emperor Ying, who was driving a carriage outside: "..."

The hand holding the horse's reins must be steady. Emperor Ying has never seen such strong winds and waves.

In a moment,

The carriage slowly stopped at the entrance of the palace. Yuan'er jumped out of the carriage holding Wu Yun in her arms, and walked to the side holding Wu Yun, consciously not moving forward.

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time."

Nangong Yu's tall and tall figure came to the side of the carriage. He firmly grasped his wife's soft hand with his big and generous palm, and said in a gentle voice,

Song Qing's tearful smile grew stronger. Under the attention of all the palace people at the entrance of the palace,

With the help of Nangong Yu's palm, he stepped on the small stool and got out of the carriage smoothly. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the empress was envious of others.

The emperor's grand guard of honor walked all the way towards the Queen's Fengming Palace. Song Qing took the arm of the man next to her and asked,

"How do you know I want to walk back to the palace?"

She thought that Benefactor Huo would get on the carriage directly. After all, the palace was too big and the entrance to the palace was quite far away from Fengming Palace.

Nangong Yu smiled and put his palms around the woman's waist to massage a few acupuncture points intentionally or unintentionally, "Who is the person who wants to vomit after sitting in the carriage for a long time?"

Then he asked about something else, "Did you have fun with Shangguan Yao today?"

I didn't rush to ask Zhuang Qi, as if it was more important whether my wife had a good time, and as if it didn't matter whether Zhu Qi was found or not.