Rotten Terrier

If it weren't for Mu Qingchen's sake, Chang Shu appointed someone to sew her mouth.

Really, any foul language is spoken out.

After squeezing Mu Qingchen with anger, he twisted and slipped into the bedding, fitted his clothes and fell asleep.

But the anger kept stuck in his chest, and it was difficult to dispel, so he gave Mu Qingchen two more punches, but was grabbed by the wrist abruptly, and couldn't get rid of it anyway.

"You let go." Chang Shu became more embarrassed and annoyed.

Mu Qingchen became domineering, pulling her kite string closer, and Hu Er smirked again and threw away his hand, jumping to blow the candle.

When I returned, I saw that Chang Shu had put down the red tent, and the thin moonlight hit the tent, reflecting the silver light of the room. There was some joy in my heart immediately, and I moved my muscles and bones a few times, pushed aside the red robin, and slid in gently.

"Yeah--" Chang Shu exclaimed, opening Mu Qingchen's restless paws indiscriminately, "Who will allow you to get on the couch, get out soon."

Mu Qingchen covered her mouth and said nonsense: "Don't yell, the aunts and grandma are waiting outside the door."

Chang Shu tilted her head and gasped for two breaths: "If you haven't figured out who this palace is, don't think about that kind of thing."

She turned her back and pulled the quilt to wrap herself firmly, with no gaps in the slightest. She clearly wanted to breathe with Mu Qingchen to the end.

Mu Qingchen pushed her shoulders: "It's Chang Shu or Chang Shu, isn't it all you?"

This answer was ambiguous. Chang Shu was very dissatisfied. She twisted her body and tried to avoid Mu Qingchen a little bit: "Somehow this palace has been messing around with you in the Imperial College for a year, so I can understand you masters, but I think about it all day long. Jun, thinking about the pickling matter, I can't make up anything to bluff people. I won't be fooled by you."

"I'm so clean."

"You?" Chang Shu snorted coldly and glanced back at her. "Have you never been to Qinlou Chu Pavilion?"

Not for you yet.

Mu Qingchen didn't say this, he still insisted on making soft and hard soaking with Chang Shu. After soaking for an hour, he couldn't help but feel dry and dry, so he had to give up angrily. After drinking two cups of tea, he fell asleep comfortably.

Chang Shu waited for a long time, and saw that Mu Qingchen really stopped, and then he untied the quilt to loosen his muscles and let him breathe.

Because of the fear of Mu Qingchen coming in disorder, she has been tensed all the time. After a long time, she felt a little backache. She half propped up her upper body, clenched her hands into fists, and beat her legs and knees.

For some reason, I suddenly felt something was wrong, especially the back spine, as if there was a chill. I climbed up, and my scalp was numb.

Chang Shu turned his face quickly and found that Mu Qingchen was actually pretending to be asleep, and he was staring at her with a smile, eyes full of ill intentions.

Chang Shu suddenly had the illusion of being in a wolf's den.

He shrank his head into the bed subconsciously, hooked the quilt corner with his fingertips, trying to pull it towards him, but he was snatched by Mu Qingchen and threw out the tent...

Outside the door, the aunt and aunt lying on the window heard the sound in the room finally, and they all breathed a sigh of relief and smiled clearly with each other's expressions of relief.

The oldest one said: "The masters are the first time, it is inevitable that they will linger. Fortunately, it is done, and we can also make a deal."

After a stick of incense, a maidservant appeared at the gate of the courtyard, standing under the eaves and beckoning to her.

She was surprised and said: "There is someone in the palace. It is estimated that the imperial concubine sent someone to ask. Everyone should be alert."

Immediately walked through the yard, came to the maidservant, and explained first: "Wait, wait until there is no movement in the room, then the servant will go in and ask for the red veil to be handed over to you."

The first thing Chang Shu woke up in the morning was to kick Mu Qingchen out of bed. After kicking it, he found that the scene was very familiar.

Oh, yes, I did it in a certain inn before.

"you you you……"

She hugged the poor self who had been eaten and wiped by Mu Qingchen, so anxious that she couldn't even talk. But his eyes were fierce, like a little tiger with fierce milk.

Mu Qingchen was exhausted last night. He just wanted to sleep a little longer and didn't care about her. He returned to bed calmly and lay down calmly.

Early in the morning, she always brought a few traces of cold air. She shuddered and shuddered without sleeping for long, and her two white and tender feet rubbed against each other, curled up her limbs like a baby, and muttered: "The quilt ,cold."

Chang Shu wanted to scold her for what she deserved, but it was more of pity, and her expression was unknowingly stained with gentleness, and she covered her with a quilt like a compromise.

"feel better now?"

"Ok."

Chang Shu was inexplicably satisfied, and his expression became more gentle. He heard what happened last night uncontrollably, and his heartbeat suddenly became messy, his face and neck were faintly red, but the roots of his ears were almost red. Bleeding.

After a while, there was a sense of dreamlike illusion again, as if everything was a dream. In the dream, she and Mu Qingchen met for the first time in Lishan, and they were incompatible with each other in the Imperial College, and they also knew each other.

"Qing Chen..." She whispered softly.

Mu Qingchen's hands and feet have warmed up, and gradually stretched out his limbs, his eyelashes quivered and opened: "What's the matter?"

Chang Shu was ashamed to stare at her, Shui Liang's eyes flickered left and right: "...we are going to live...a lifetime."

This is a question, but also a promise.

Mu Qingchen felt a little bit cheap, rubbing his bewildered eyes, and leaning his head amusedly: "You kicked me just now, as you kicked me, I lived a lifetime." Chang Shu finished kicking that kick. , I regretted it too, moved closer to Mu Qingchen, and squeezed her waist.

Mu Qingchen didn't use it so much, she found the most comfortable posture, lying well, like a pet sleeping only under the sun.

"Kicking hurts?"

"Uh-huh."

Chang Shu was amused by her coquetry, she immediately liked such a warm and happy morning, thinking about the company of Mu Qingchen every day in the future, and her mood was even better, as if she had eaten the warm spring breeze, then she asked. : "Qing Chen, have you come up with the answer?"

"what is the answer?"

"Is this palace Chang Shu or Chang Shu's answer?" Chang Shu bit her cheek tightly. "You said, you can understand after the bridal chamber flowers and candles, you are a liar and you are a liar."

Mu Qingchen refused to admit it: "You pretended to be the Lord, and you deceived me for a full year. You are a liar."

"Okay, you dare to talk back to my palace, this is the following crime."

"It was originally."

"You speak again."

Mu Qingchen stood up and sat up, making a grimace: "Chang Shu, you are a big liar!"

"My palace is going to hit you." Chang Shu rushed forward, rubbing Mu Qingchen's face as dough.

Mu Qingchen leaned to one side to hide, backhanded to push Chang Shu, and after a few strokes, the two of them fought into a ball. No one accepts anyone, no one will let anyone, and must decide the victory or defeat. In that battle, it was inseparable from the life and death of the people in the arena.

Fortunately, at the end of the day, I lost my strength, so I stopped, laughing and joking at the other party. This joy was tacitly reconciled.

"It's all red by you, blowing." Chang Shu handed her wrist to Mu Qingchen's mouth, asking her to look at the fingerprints on her head.

This time Mu Qingchen performed well. Not only did she hold her mouth and blow gently, but she also kissed Chang Shu twice. This time, Chang Shu was amused again, and then she pointed to her ears: "My ears are hurting, you Kiss too, it won’t hurt if you kiss."

Chang Shu wrinkled her nose: "Nonsense, my palace hasn't pulled your ears." He wanted to take advantage of others to prevent you from succeeding.

"Then, you've always grabbed that face, or your own face will do."

Chang Shu: "..."

"Oh, my mouth is starting to hurt, so kiss me again."

The author has something to say: more, there is the last chapter. Thank you for your company these days. I will give out red envelopes tonight, as before, three red envelopes of 1000 Jinjiang coins. I will work harder in the next book. "The Eunuch Is Not At the Same Time" is coming. Slightly~