Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 544 Anti-Bone

   This trick is very useful. Song Qing didn't ask anything for a while, and covered her mouth obediently and cowardly.

   "I don't even tell anyone about kissing, brother Ayu don't ignore me."

  The word "kiss" came out of the little girl's mouth again, and Nangong Yu responded and looked out the window,

   Finally, the reddish ears faded little by little, and there are signs that the redness is about to rise again.

  …

  Two dolls go to Guozijian,

   And here, Miao Shui has already taken Sima Zhen to the gate of Qinzheng Hall, waiting to meet Nangong Xiao,

   At this time, the time is still early, and the two naturally dare not go in to disturb, but someone went in and told the emperor,

   After about two quarters of an hour,

   It was almost the end of the morning when Nangong Xiao announced the two of them to enter the hall.

   "Caomin Sima Zhen sees the emperor, long live my emperor! Long live!"

   "No gift."

  Nangongxiao is not satisfied with Sima Zhen, the next priest's successor, without him,

  Although Dayuan has been open to folk customs for hundreds of years, women can also do business and enter officialdom, but for Nangongxiao,

   is more willing that court officials are mostly men, but Dayuan's priests are mostly women.

  Miaoshui helped the Song family again and again, and Nangongxiao had long been dissatisfied, and naturally hoped that Sima Zhen could take the place of Miaoshui's priest.

   "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

  Sima Zhen got up and glanced at the emperor who was sitting firmly on the high seat.

   But it was this sight that made Sima Zhen’s heart tremble, and he even forgot that he should withdraw his eye quickly, or else he would violate the authority of Sheng Yan and provoke the emperor.

   "Cough cough cough!"

   "Cough!"

   "Cough!"

  Miao Shui saw this with several ministers who had a good relationship with him on weekdays, and seemed to be busy covering his mouth and coughing a few times to remind him.

   Sima Zhen was startled and quickly retracted his eyes and kneeled down with Nangong Xiao on the dragon chair to plead guilty.

   "Get up, I happen to have something to talk to you about."

   Although Nangongxiao was displeased, the king of a country would not be really angry and guilty because of such a trivial matter.

  Sima Zhen stood at the back of the ranks of the civil servants, and the Qinzheng Hall soon resounded with the monarch and ministers discussing state affairs,

   "Half a month later, Canglan, Persia, Dongchen and other small affiliated countries will come to our court. I don't know what all of you Aiqing think..."

   The voice of the king in the main hall was still the same, but no one noticed that the bright sun outside had a faint momentum to be covered by the dark clouds pressing down from the east.

  …

   Ten years later,

  Ten years can be long or short, enough to make a fairly wise king become dull day by day,

   is also enough for a small affiliated country that everyone can bully, relying on someone to secretly support it to grow stronger.

   The night is thick, it is midnight,

   It was the time to rest, but the emperor's Longyin Palace was still brightly lit, dancing and peaceful,

   In addition to hearing the sound of Sizhu wind music, the palace servants guarding the door of the bedroom, the peripheral light through the glazed window,

   You can also see a graceful figure dancing with the music of the musicians, don't be ecstatic.

   "Concubine Ai, come, come to the widow, let the widow take a good look at you."

   "Your Majesty~ Don't be like this, the palace people are still there, what are you worried about, Your Majesty, the concubine will serve you sooner or later,

  Don't just drink the wine presented by the Western Regions, what's so good about the wine made from these grapes?

   You can taste the pear stuffed that concubine brought from your hometown, as well as the bergamot rolls made by concubine, which are concubine’s favorite food. "

   The woman's voice is particularly charming, so charming that it can drip honey, and look at that equally charming and moving face,

  Which man in the world could not be fascinated by such beauty, let alone a woman's delicate yet plump figure.

   "Hahahaha, good, good, the widow who Ai Concubine made by herself should eat more, and the wine brought by Ai Concubine from Dongchen is also good, just like the taste of Ai Concubine, it really makes the widow want to stop!"

  Nangongxiao pinched Murong Yan's willow waist and laughed happily, in the night that seemed quieter than the day,

   Every sound and every sentence is clearly heard in the ears of the palace servants. Dehong, who has deep inner strength and is guarding at the door,

   even heard the movement inside clearly, the whisk in his arms tightened and tightened,

   Under the reflection of the bright palace lanterns, the face that has been getting older day by day due to worry in recent years,

   His brows were so wrinkled that the flies were about to die, and he even sighed in his heart, what do you mean by this!

  Ever since Dongchen brought the noble concubine, the emperor's heart is more and more absent from the courthouse every day.

   Now it has reached the point of not going to court for three days, and now the prince is secretly competing for the throne,

  The prime minister pulls gangs into factions and sects and oppresses generals such as Shangguan and generals, and the court becomes a pot of porridge.

   In such a situation,

   It was time for the emperor to take action to rectify vigorously, but the emperor, but... alas!

   At the same time, on the side of Queen Fengming Palace,

   Although Nangongxiao never asked Song Dai to return to the Cold Palace, he rarely came to Fengming Palace to rest.

  Song Dai, the queen who exists in name only, can be said to be less favored than any concubine in the harem.

  Fengming Palace naturally does not have the word luxury, and the palace staff who serve it are even more pitiful.

   "Niangniang, what's the matter, but you have to wake up at night?"

  Rong Yi, who was sleeping outside, heard the movement in the inner room and quickly got up and asked softly, Rong Yi is Song Dai's dowry maid,

  When Song Dai was put into the cold palace, Rong Yi was assigned to the Huanyi Bureau to do the hard work that no one wanted to do.

   It was not long after Song Dai left the Cold Palace, and the day after Nangong Xiao first set foot in Fengming Palace to rest, Rong Yi was transferred back.

   "No, but I woke you up? Go to bed, I just thought that Xiao Qingqing would come back from Xiuyuan Temple tomorrow. A Yu would be happy to see her, and I couldn't sleep for a while because of A Yu's happiness."

  Rong Yi breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the empress didn't pamper Murong Yan for the emperor's night and night, it would be fine because she didn't come to Fengming Palace for too long, so she responded with a smile,

   "Nothing to do, my maid, I can't sleep, just to talk to you. Actually, the maid wanted to ask,

  Why did the priest send the little priest to Xiuyuan Temple every two years to live for a year, and this time the little priest stayed in the temple for two years. "

  The relationship between the master and the servant is close, but after being slandered and treasoned by the Song family, the relationship between the two is much better before.

   Rong Yi had something to ask in her heart, so she dared to ask it so openly.

   There was a sigh from the back room, and then there was the movement of Song Dai turning over, and then I heard Song Dai's nice voice explain,

   "I asked A Miao about this before, and A Miao said that it was because Xiao Qingqing's child was born with a rebellious character.

  Although we in Dayuan do not believe in ghosts and gods, the Xiuyuan Temple is indeed a treasure land of feng shui and a good place for purification.

   A person like Xiao Qingqing who has a natural anti-bone, goes to that place to practice for a few years from time to time, and can help the child sharpen his anti-bone,

  That Sima Zhen, when he was young, didn’t he also have the previous priest send him to Xiuyuan Temple from time to time? "

   Rong Yi has heard of this matter more or less, but she, a servant who is not against her bones, can't understand it, and she doesn't ask any more questions.

   Turned his head and asked about something else, it was good that Niang Niang didn't think of the emperor and Murong Yan's fetish son.

   (end of this chapter)