Madam is a Superstar

Nangong Xiao is such a perceptive person, Nangong asked how the mouthful little bastard could escape his ears, frowning displeased,

No matter how you don't like it, he is also your own son, so what is it to scold the little bastard in front of him, his father?

His gaze stayed on Nangong Yu, who was covered in injuries all over his face, squinting his eyes to look at it, Mr. Siji often praised this child for his talent,

"go back."

The word bull's head is wrong, but Nangong Wen raised his chin arrogantly, looked at Nangong Yu with disdain and gloated,

"Have you heard that, the emperor told you to go back wherever you came from, and go back to your cold palace with your mother and queen!"

"presumptuous!"

Nangong Xiao's stern voice caused everyone present to kneel down one after another, even Xiao Songqing, who didn't know why, was pulled to kneel down by the master,

Apart from Nangong Xiao and Nangong Yu Nangong Wen, none of them were standing. Nangong Yu didn't want to kneel down.

As for Nangong Wen, he was frightened. He looked at Nangong Xiao's majestic eyes and trembled, "Father, father..."

Such a timid and fearful appearance is in stark contrast to Nangong Yu's still straight back with injuries all over his body,

Nangong Xiao was even more displeased, "The widow is telling you to go back to your respective places, and the Imperial College is a place to teach you to be sensible instead of fighting fiercely.

Look at you, what the children of the widows look like. In addition, if the queen is a queen, she will be your mother,

Since you are the queen mother, you should respect her instead of speaking rudely. Will you dare to be presumptuous to my widow one day when she has no power or power? ! "

The last sentence is the main reason why Nangong Xiao will stand up for Nangong Yu Songdai today,

The ruler is the ruler, the minister is the minister, the father is the father, and the son is the son, how can we exceed the rules.

"My son dare not." "My son dare not." "My son, when I realized my mistake, I beg my father to forgive me!"

In this way, a farce ended.

As Nangong Xiao said, everyone went back to their respective homes, while Nangong Yu had a little follower behind his butt,

"Brother Ayu, brother Ayu, wait for me, I can't keep up soon."

Xiao Songqing was considered tall among girl dolls, but she was not worth mentioning in front of Nangong Yu.

Nangong Yu's footsteps paused for a moment, but he walked faster after hearing the voices of Nangong Wen and a few people.

Song Qing was so angry that she stomped her feet and chased to a corner where no one was around.

Only then did she see Brother Ayu, who she missed, sitting on a stone by the clear stream,

Afraid that the person who had managed to catch up with him would run away again, this time Song Qing didn't shout, but kept her mouth shut and tiptoed over.

The murmur of the brook,

But it couldn't cover up the sound of the little girl's walking footsteps, and as Song Qing got closer to Nangong Yu, her back became stiffer.

I don't really want her to see how embarrassed I am now, but I can't bear her to keep chasing and running,

Suddenly being hugged by a pair of soft little hands around the waist, Nangong Yu's figure became even stiffer.

"Hee hee, I caught you."

Song Qing was very happy, but thinking about Nangong Yu's injury, she wanted to give medicine and was afraid that the person would run away as soon as she let go, so she discussed,

"Brother Ayu, I have the ointment that Master gave me on me, I will let you go later, don't run away, I'll give you the medicine before you run away, okay?"

The faint scent of irises on the little girl smells very good, as well as the warm body temperature, no matter what it is, it makes people greedy for no reason.

Nangong Yu closed his eyes and suppressed the inexplicable thought in his heart, and after a while, he said, "Yes."

He should have pushed her away, but he was reluctant, and even selfishly wanted her to hug him for a little longer.

Song Qing was very happy, let go of the hand holding Nangong Yuyao, took out the ointment that Miaoshui had put in her arms,

Sit down on another stone next to each other, and start to apply medicine to the wound on Nangong Yu's face little by little,

While carefully applying the medicine for fear of hurting people, I couldn't stop talking.

"Actually, brother Ayu, you shouldn't have fought with them just now. I know you're not happy when they scold the empress.

But if there are too many of them, you will be the one who suffers the most. If it were me, I would not fight. I would secretly observe them and find an opportunity to get behind the scenes.

There are a lot of poisons in the temple of priests, no, you can't use poisons that kill people, you have to use those poisons that tease people,

What makes people have diarrhea all the time, makes people have stomach pains all the time, and what makes people laugh so hard..."

Miaoshui is a priest, and he is proficient in medicine and poison. He often fiddles with these things in the priest's hall.

Song Qing, as one of the candidates for the next priest, of course has to start learning things from a baby, and Miaoshui will drive the ducks to the shelf to learn everything.

Nangong Yu just quietly looked at the face of the little girl who was close at hand, and when his eyes touched the chattering mouth,

Uncomfortably looking away, he looked at the small stream flowing only two fingers wide and asked knowingly, "Did you throw that walnut just now?"

Song Qing laughed so hard that she couldn't see her teeth, she nodded, "Yeah, can I throw it right?"

Nangong Yu's thin lips couldn't help but twitched, but accidentally touched the wound at the corner of his mouth, causing the eyebrows to furrow fiercely in pain.

"It hurts, right? Don't move, I'll apply some of this to you first."

The two are very close now, Song Qing noticed it very quickly, scraped a layer of transparent ointment with her fingertips, and dabbed it on the corner of Nangong Yu's mouth very lightly,

He was so focused that he didn't notice Nangong Yu's breathing stopped for a moment.

Right now, the two of them are in a corner of the garden in Guozijian, when the flowers are blooming in spring,

The breeze blew through and rolled up the refreshing fragrance of flowers and plants, and the sun fell on the two of them, making them very warm.

…

A year passed by,

In the middle of summer, Sima, who went out of the palace to travel around among the people, is really going back to the palace.

Miaoshui is very happy, and has been talking about it in Song Qing's ear for the past few days.

There are also many more things in the priest's hall, all prepared for Sima Zhen.

It's a pity that Song Qing wasn't interested and didn't take it seriously, she just focused on her brother A Yu,

In fact, Sima Zhen was only 2 years old when she left the palace, and a two-year-old doll can remember very few things.

Of course, I don't have any impression of Sima Zhen, the little uncle, let alone any feelings. I only know that the relationship between the master and the uncle is very good.

I don't know anything else, what do you care about other people? The seven-year-old baby has a small heart and can only pretend to be her future husband.

Sima Zhen arrived at the palace at dusk,

Miaoshui was waiting at the gate of the palace early on, and originally wanted to drag the doll along,

But no one answered after shouting for a long time, thinking that the dead child must have gone to pester that child of Nangong again,

He was also afraid of delaying the time to pick up Ah Zhen, so he didn't ask himself to wait at the gate of the palace.

"Sister!"

Sima Zhen got out of the carriage in an indigo blue robe, saw Miaoshui waiting at the gate of the palace,

Qingjun's face showed joy, and he came to Miaoshui without making a salute from a distance,

Regardless of the guards guarding the palace gate, he stretched out his hand to hold Miaoshui's hand and clenched it tightly, excitedly, "Sister! I'm back!"