Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 523 Lixia

   "Escape? Hahahaha!" Murong Fu laughed three times, staring at the group of timid ministers below with furious, almost red eyes,

   stood up from the dragon chair and stretched out the wide sleeves of his dragon robe.

  The courtiers knelt down and bowed to the ground in an instant, persuading them into pieces, "Think twice, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

   "Retreat!"

   Following the eunuch's high-pitched singing and announcement, Murong Fu strode out of the hall despite the persuasion of the court officials.

   Hundreds of officials see that persuasion is useless, you look at me, I look at your thoughts, the general died in battle, the prime minister betrayed the country and fled with his family,

  The ministers can only pin their hopes on a few prestigious former court officials,

   "Old Jin, the emperor wants to go his own way, what do you think I should do?"

   "Old Zuo, I am waiting for everyone, old and young, now the mountains and rivers are broken, it is really impossible, it is really impossible, let's escape!"

   "Lao Liu..."

   Suddenly,

  The sound of heavy soldiers walking in neat and hurried footsteps came from outside the conference hall, and the chaotic courtroom was instantly silent.

   It was Murong Yun, who was surrounded by a line of heavy soldiers behind him and stepped into the council hall.

   He put his hands behind his back and looked around at a circle of civil and military officials. This sight made the courtiers retreat, and said in a trembling voice, "Chen, ministers, etc., see the Holy Master."

  The ministers thought that the sage would be furious when they heard what they had just said, but they didn't.

   Murong Yun came to the front of Shicai Hall and stood up to persuade Murong Fudi's old ministers, holding up the man with both hands,

   "Your Majesty." Jin Lao was flattered and didn't know what Murong Yun meant.

  Murong Yun clenched the sleeves of Lao Jin's court clothes, looked at the ministers and said ashamedly, "I have no way to teach my son, Lao Jin and you are tired, and our army is defeated by the army.

  I wonder if you are willing to go to the Yong Kingdom with me to recuperate and recuperate, and fight the Yuan army together with the Yong Kingdom in the future, repaying my Dongchen's hatred today! "

  The courtier was stunned for a moment, and then he was horrified. The Holy One wanted to abandon the emperor,

   Then he thought about the emperor's stubbornness, and without hesitation, he handed over his hands, "I will wait for life and death!"

  …

  458 years of the Great Yuan Dynasty, Lixia, Yuwen Tuo led the army to break through the gate of Dongchen Kyoto,

  Emperor Murong Fu of Dongchen set himself on fire while sitting on a dragon chair, and Murong Yun, Emperor Taishang, fled overnight with a heavy army of courtiers.

   It’s just that Dongchen is far away from Dayuan,

   This great news is unknown to the Great Yuan Dynasty.

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  The Great Abyss, the Imperial Palace,

  At the beginning of summer, there are green lotus leaves floating in the pond by the Yangliu River in the Imperial Garden.

   The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the water is not turbulent, and it is a leisurely and leisurely scene.

   It was early in the morning, when the emperor returned to Fengming Palace after he was busy with state affairs, he happened to deliver meals to the imperial kitchen.

   "Hum na na~!"

  Children were very happy to see their father coming back. They stretched out their hands to signal their mother to look behind them.

  Song Qing is wearing a Manzhu Shahualuo skirt, and after wrapping her confinement, her increasingly graceful and concave body curves are vividly displayed.

   "It's the royal father, right?"

   rubbed his son's dark and thick hair, and his lazy voice was full of indulgence and a little anxious and disappointed,

   "I don't know when our daughter-in-law will be able to call her father, mother and queen."

   Yuan'er covered her mouth and smiled, "Niangniang, you can't be in a hurry, the prince is still young."

  Nangong Yu stepped up the steps, took his son and held it in his arms with one hand, and wrapped his strong arms around the waist of his wife, Yingying.

   "Why are you dressed so thinly?"

   Thin?

  Song Qing took a look at her clothes, suspiciously understood what the corners of her mouth twitched, and calmly pinched the man's narrow waist,

   "It's the beginning of summer, isn't it enough for the concubine to change into new clothes?"

   After speaking, he went down and poked the bulky abdominal muscles with obvious muscle lines through the thin and breathable dragon robe.

   The hand feels as good as ever, and the delicate red lips are lifted up, and the meaning is unclear.

   "Tempting, really greedy."

  Nangong Yuqi's tall and sturdy figure paused, then turned his head to look at Song Qing and raised his eyebrows.

  Song Qing just pretended not to see it. The last time she went to the hospital in another world, she specifically asked the female doctor when she could have the same room.

  If the doctor can bear the advice in this regard, if you are not in a hurry, of course, the later the better.

   In addition, during this period of time, Da Yuan took many cities in Dongchen into his pocket, and the rectification was cumbersome.

  Although she was out of confinement, the two of them didn't think about it, but she was in a very good mood today, so she wanted to take advantage of Master Huo Shi.

   Nangong Yu has long been accustomed to such tiger-wolf words and condoned them,

   Yuan'er, who was bent forward to the left to lead the way, was different. His eyes widened slightly and he almost choked to death on his own saliva.

   "Mother, maiden..."

   Yuan'er turned back and whispered, those round eyes still winking like cramps,

   I want to remind my mother and my wife that these palace servants are still following, so I should be a little bit more restrained, and don’t treat them like outsiders.

"Ok?"

  Song Qing disapproved, and the dazzling and flirtatious tear moles raised up at the end of his eyes, "What are you thinking, Ben Gong is talking about the deliciousness of today's food."

   "Meow meow meow~"

   The dark cloud came out of nowhere when he smelled the fragrance of the food, and slipped into the dining room without forgetting to echo the host's words in cat language:

  It's really fragrant and fragrant, I'm so greedy~!

   "Hum~!"

   The dumpling lying in his father's strong arms followed suit, making the couple look at each other and couldn't help laughing.

   The little guy can't eat the food that the adults eat, in order to prevent his son from drooling,

   When eating, he would let the nursing mother walk around in the yard, or let the wet nurse feed.

  After eating,

  Song Qing hugged the sweet and soft dumplings from his mother's arms, and asked Yuan'er and the palace servants to move the sandalwood seats in the front yard.

  The sun at noon in early summer is not too hot and dazzling, and a large golden halo swayes on the blossoming roses with a layer of gold borders.

  It is also warm when it falls on people, and the cat people who are full and drink are lying on the rockery to bask in the sun, not to mention how comfortable the cat is.

   "Damu~"

  The long-won children occasionally danced their hands and occasionally ate their hands in the arms of the father, and they had a good time with themselves.

  Song Qingmei smiled even more as she touched her son's socked feet,

   Seeing that everyone except Yuan'er has withdrawn, I just started talking about something I haven't mentioned since I just ate,

   "Husband, I woke up this morning with palpitations, so I made a plan with blood as a sacrifice."

   Halfway through the words, it was only a few words, and there was a bit of teasing and appetizing ingredients in it,

   It's nothing, it's just that the damned anti-bone heart wants to ask Nangong Yu to open his mouth and let him go on.

   But things don't go as one wishes,

  Nangong Yu didn't intend to answer the question. He took Rou Wei to look at Song Qing's fingertips that were punctured by the needle.

   "The battle with Dongchen is a foregone conclusion. If it's not a matter of Dayuan's survival in the future, it doesn't have to be so."

   "Dongchen is dead."

   The short sentence made Nangong Yu's big palm stop for a while, and the bottomless eyes like an abyss looked into Song Qing's eyes,

  Song Qing stretched out his magic claws and pinched the man's handsome face, with a smile that was as bright and beautiful as a midsummer flower,

   "Eighty-nine percent is dead, but there is still a tiny trace of Dongchen's national fortune presented by the hexagrams. I'm not sure so I can only tell you,

  It should be because I don't have enough knowledge to understand what that thread represents. Later, when Ying'er falls asleep, I will go to the priest's hall and ask Master. "

   (end of this chapter)