Rotten Terrier

Tashan was obviously surprised by the news. No wonder she felt unhappy when she first saw it yesterday. It turned out that she was "a white-haired man giving a black-haired man".

How do you say that?

The liver...the intestines are broken. Yes, it's a broken heart.

When she first learned the word, she smiled in front of her husband, and laughed at her. She laughed and said, "What kind of grief can cause the liver and intestines to be broken. The people of the Central Plains are so strange. It is so **** to be sad."

Later, she gradually grew up, experienced tribal conflicts, and also experienced family fighting. In the midst of losing both sides, she finally realized the meaning of heartbreak, because she had lost her most intimate person—the beloved brother Tali.

Mu Qingchen should be the same as she used to be, closing herself and hating the world.

Thinking of this, a guilt arose spontaneously, pitifully, she fought with her wife and wife the day before yesterday, how is this different from those villains who sprinkled salt on their wounds.

"Yes... I'm sorry." She blamed herself, her mouth half-opened and half-closed, and if she wanted to find some comfort, she hesitated to think that these three words were still true.

Although her voice was as small as a mosquito, Mu Qingchen heard it clearly and waved his hand tiredly, "It's none of your business, I didn't take care of her."

"Then she... how did she die?" Tashan regretted it as soon as she said it. The people in Central Plains pay attention to red tape, and they are very angry. She is so straightforward and afraid that it would be offensive.

Fortunately, Mu Qingchen was not annoyed, "I fell to death." I smashed her away as soon as I fell.

Tashan bit her lip, her inner self-blame was not relieved by Mu Qingchen's words.

After a long silence, she plucked up the courage to raise her head, and asked nonchalantly, "What do you want...compensation?" Turkic children never owe favors. If they owe them, they have to make compensation.

It's a pity that she fainted before asking the last two words.

Mu Qingchen's figure was reflected in his eyes, and the man leaned on the side of Langan, looking sideways at the sky, his white face surrounded by the vast night.

It looks so good.

It's not as big and rough as the Lord Yahweh of the Turkic.

Tashan's face blushed suddenly for some reason.

Courageously approached her and leaned against the lankan with her.

The sky is like a curtain, the stars above gather together in twos and threes, or hang alone.

"The night sky here is not beautiful." Tashan took a breath in his mouth, her cheeks bulging, "In our Turks, the stars are all dense, bright and flashing, like...like your night pearl. People go to the ground. After that, I feel that they are right in front of my eyes, as if I can catch them as soon as I stretch out my hand..."

She spoke vigorously, her big eyes shining like pearls, "If you come to Turk, I will take you to see it!"

When Chang Shu came to them, the corners of her lips curled down, and she tentatively asked, "What are you talking about, so vigorous?"

She folded her hands in front of her waist and rubbed her wide sleeves against her legs, like rippling blue waves.

I can’t say why, Tashan doesn’t like Chang Shu, because she came, the light in her eyes dimmed a little, and she said uncomfortably, "Mu... the bachelor told me... your business..."

She didn't know how to call Mu Qingchen, but it was a bit cramped to learn how to call her a bachelor.

Our business?

Chang Shu had a hunch that Mu Qingchen would be talking nonsense with others again. He glanced at Mu·Silly Baitian·Qingchen, and waited for Tashan's next message.

Tashan met her searching gaze, and the easily forgotten self-blame suddenly returned to her heart, and said quickly and in a low voice, "Sorrow and change."

Chang Shu "..."

Tashan is accustomed to being aloof. If anyone makes her unhappy, she will wait on her fist. She never cares about the feelings of others. Today's apology is truly unprecedented.

After saying that, as if embarrassed, he stiffened and walked down the pavilion.

"Are you talking nonsense with people again?" Chang Shu didn't fight with anger.

She is a magnificent princess Mu Ning, the proud child of heaven, her heart is arrogant, her eyes are falling in the eyes of others, and she has become a poor woman who pretends to be strong in front of a decent family and a child who has died early?

Mu Qingchen withdrew the melancholy, and said righteously, "It's just a friendly conversation with foreign friends."

Still quibble!

Don't talk about people's livelihood, don't talk about interoperability, and talk about the child's early death?

With Mu Qingchen's stiff mouth, Chang Shu estimated that it would be unnecessary to use the soft-hearted policy. He simply grabbed Mu Qingchen's ears and rubbed her earlobes, quite threatening, "Tell me the truth."

Mu Qingchen twisted his head, broke free of her clutches, and reminded, "Please pay attention to the manners of the princess."

Chang Shu didn't give up, insisting on fighting with her, "Now it's just you and me, so I don't use my manners to scare me."

She didn't have enough one hand, so she used both hands together. When she was playing vigorously, Mu Qingchen leaned back abruptly.

"Ah!" Mu Qingchen was startled, and instinctively went to catch Chang Shu.

Chang Shu broke out in a cold sweat, took her outstretched hand, and suddenly grabbed her dangling shoulders and pressed it tightly to herself.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

Mu Qingchen was still leaning completely there, but his upper body was leaning forward in her arms, her ears pressed against her soft and violently undulating chest, listening to her thumping heartbeat, and the sound of her breathing.

"In the future, I will not be allowed to go to the Lake Ling Pavilion without the permission of the palace!" Chang Shu was annoyed and did not dare to push her, so she had to take a step back.

Mu Qingchen liked her embrace, warm and at ease, got up and approached her, grasping her white and slender neck, and stroking it up and down.

Chang Shu shuddered, then took a step back.

Avoid me the first time and dare to have a second time. What a courage. Mu Qingchen's palm was tightly pressed against her skin, punishingly descending all the way...

"Don't..." Mu Qingchen's palm was very hot, and her body was reddened through the clothes.

Mu Qingchen raised his eyebrows. Well, yes, the little tiger has become a little cat.

Chang Shu saw her small movements in his eyes, and said, "Qing Chen, you... are you sober?"

She must be sober, otherwise how dare to insult her like this.

"I'm awake?" Mu Qingchen's movements paused, his eyes overflowing with mischievous meaning, "Yes, I'm awake, isn't the happiness broken?"

Such a look in Chang Shu couldn't be more familiar, like a wolf, a sign of bad things.

Chang Shu was so frightened that she hurriedly shoved her. Mu Qingchen hugged her waist tightly and pushed her down behind the low table, which was covered with a soft crocheted carpet, which made it sultry and unbearable as soon as she touched it.

Chang Shu was ashamed and annoyed. She squeezed her fist and beat her, but she didn't live up to it. When she fell, her fist softened.

She had to be soft, because Chang Shu knew that if Mu Qingchen really hurts, this guy could not tell her how to toss her.

At the moment, obediently, maybe Neng Yang can pity her a little bit.

"Qing Chen, let's go back to the Hulan Temple..." She begged for mercy.

"How can it be done, Father Father hasn't retired yet." Mu Qingchen put a hand into her skirt, "You obediently don't move."

"No, don't..."

"Hush, hush," Mu Qingchen motioned to her to stop making noises, "like in the rockery in the Royal Garden...otherwise it would be bad for people to be alarmed."

Mu Qingchen must have done it deliberately, reminding her of this at this juncture.

Last winter, she went to the palace to visit her mother and concubine. When she passed the Yuhuayuan, she had a few words with Mu Qingchen. The words were a little harder, and she accidentally annoyed Mu Qingchen. When she recovered, she was already pushed. Into the rockery, stripped off the dress.

In broad daylight, she naturally resisted to death, beat and bite, and alarmed the few eunuchs passing by. She was so frightened that she didn't dare to struggle any more, and she half pushed and half followed.

"Qing Chen, I... I was wrong." Chang Shu's throat trembled, his five fingers gripped the edge of the carpet, pulling it into shape.

"What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't be fierce." Mu Qingchen was like a pure and silly rabbit recently. She inevitably slackened, and couldn't help but be fierce. After thinking about it, no, Mu Qingchen has been fierce several times today.

It's over!

"What else?" Mu Qingchen was dissatisfied with her answer, and continued to poke his hands in.

"Should not...should not ask Niujuhua to pretend to be a ghost to scare you! Hmm~" she whispered.

Mu Qingchen raised the corners of his lips, with a faint smile on his lips, but the action on his hand made a fierce "Retaliation against me when my mind is not awake?"

"Yeah~"

Chang Shu wanted to plead, but he opened his mouth...

Mu Qingchen didn't get dazzled by the word "revenge", and freed her other hand to cover her mouth "Don't shout."

Then stop...

Chang Shuxin said.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo -"

Everything was finally over, Chang Shu lay half-naked under Mu Qingchen, breathing hard, the corners of her eyes were traces of tears.

Mu Qingchen was riding on her waist, Tao Tao rubbed his sore arms and wrists proudly, and picked up the Jinpa on the side to wipe the water on the fingertips.

That is Chang Shu's veil, which accidentally fell out just now.

"You... bully me." Chang Shu muttered, with a vague look in her eyes, slowly propped up, and stubbornly pushed Mu Qingchen away.

Mu Qingchen got up with her thrust, but couldn't hold back her aggrieved words, "...Obviously you are bullying me, why don't you allow me to sigh?"

"I'm your wife, you can't spread it."

This reason... concealed adequately...

Mu Qingchen's anger was over, her iron heart softened, and she squatted down, purple clothes scattered around her feet, "I'll help you dress."

"do not want."

"Hurry up, someone will come in a while."

"You know that there are people on all sides!"

Mu Qingchen stared at her, "I am very forgetful." She started clamoring again after learning the lesson.

Chang Shu opened her face with a guilty conscience, and put up the clothes that slipped to the wrist to cover the sudden spring glory.

The palaces are complicated, not to mention that it takes a lot of effort to organize today's costumes, rustling for a while, before returning to the original.

It's just that my legs are very soft and shake uncontrollably, and I can't stand up even after several attempts.

"Hey, help me up." Chang Shu spoke neither humble nor arrogant, but felt nervous in her heart.

Mu Qingchen blinked slyly, shook the kerchief that had just wiped his hands, folded it twice slowly, and slowly carried it into his arms.

It's... Meng Lang. Chang Shu's cheeks burned red, and the sweat wafted outwards in bursts, wet his neckline.

When I was in a trance, I was shocked to feel that I was being hugged horizontally, "Ah, let me down quickly."

"Don't move."

These three words again. Chang Shu blushed harder and harder, and even his heart jumped.

Mu Qingchen didn't pay attention to her changes, and stepped down. After walking a few steps, he called a little **** and casually made up a lie, "The princess Wei hurt her foot, and you go in and bring a sentence, just say that my husband sent her back. Orchid Palace."

The little **** replied, and took the foot that had just stepped back. "Mr. Ma, the eldest princess is hurt badly? You are here to wait. The minion will go and pass the steps."

He pretended to inadvertently glanced at Chang Shu, and found that his face was buried in Mu Qingchen's neck, revealing a small piece of chin that was red, like a cherry.

It does seem to be painful.

"No need." Mu Qingchen lowered his eyes to look at the beauty in his arms. Without explaining, he turned to the direction of Hulan Temple.

"Tonight, let's win the wedding." On a quiet and long palace road on a summer night, Mu Qingchen lightly pecked Chang Shu's auricle and murmured.

"Think beautifully."

"say it one more time."

"The beauty of thinking."

"Believe it or not, I will throw you here." Mu Qingchen gestured to let go.

Chang Shu tightened her arms and circled her neck "...wrong."