Rotten Terrier

There was only Vantage left in the huge Andu Hall. He sat slumped on the bright dragon seat, his body hidden in half light and half darkness, his outline blurred into a ball. -

Hey……

He breathed slowly and exhaled heavily, but within a few hours of work, he became a very old man.

He saw that Mu Qingchen hadn't completely retired from the hall, one foot had just stepped across the threshold, and the other was still on the white marble floor in the hall, so he called her: "Qingchen."

Mu Qingchen, like a frightened little hen, turned to give a deep salute to Vantage!

Most of the palace was separated from them, and no one could see who was clearly.

"Come." This syllable seemed to consume a lot of energy from Vantage, and it was very weak.

Mu·Guopo, Family Demise·Qingchen heard the liver trembling, and when it was over, he discovered my true identity. She quickly touched the fish-gut dagger around her waist to prepare for self-defense. She never thought, but only touched the scabbard. Oh, yes, Chang Shu took the sword and returned it to her.

The chill in my heart became even worse for a while.

Looking around, I found that the sixteen branch lights in the corner were good for a murder weapon, but... it was too big, half a foot taller than her.

The emperor was suspicious at first, seeing Mu Qingchen lingering and staring at the Lianzhi Lantern, a little impatient: "Qingchen!"

His voice became heavy.

Mu Qingchen hurriedly stabilized his mind, came all the way to the dragon seat, bowed proficiently again, and was called off by Vantage in the middle: "Just you and me, don't have to be polite, come closer."

"Erchen dare not." Mu Qingchen was frightened and frightened, what do you mean, planning to do it himself?

"Do you dare to resist the decree?"

"Erchen... dare not." Mu Qingchen's evil temperament disappeared, leaving only a dog-leg breath, holding his clothes, stepping on the steps, stepping to him, and sitting on the foot of the dragon chair under his instruction. Stepping.

This sudden grace...it's so tormenting.

"It really chills my heart to often let go of big rebellious things," Vantage knocked his elbows on his knees, looking down at the hollowed out head of Mu Qingchen's head, "but I can't bear to kill him. These years, the princes have died. The sickness...the eldest son and these two sons are gone..."

Mu·Qian Dynasty orphan·Qingchen: Oh, yeah, who let your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather destroy me.

"In your opinion, is it better for the prince seat to be vacant or not to be vacant?"

When the former prince was in power, he was framed and demoted as a commoner. Nowadays, he is often set up to fight for the crown prince, and he intends to rebel...

It really embarrassed Vantage.

The harem was not allowed to discuss politics, so Chang Shu waited outside the Andu Hall. After a long time, a heavy minister came out with a look of wilt, greeted her one by one, and then stepped on Danbi's ladders and went down one by one, and the little eunuchs on both sides Each holding a lantern to guide them.

Aunt Chuyue put on a cloak of concubine color for Chang Shu: "Princess, it is cold in the mountains at night, let's go back and wait."

Chang Shu didn't want to, and the corner of his eyes swept across the silvery white ground. Only then did he realize that nowadays it is quiet, and the cicadas just cried and rested.

But she became more and more upset, standing straight, vowing to wait for Mu Qingchen.

Aunt Chuyue is not good to say more, so she can only accompany her.

The master and servant waited and waited until the middle of the night. Finally, there was a light in front of the Andu Hall, reflecting a small group of places. Behind the light were two small palace servants, and behind it was Mu Qingchen.

Chang Shu was pleasantly surprised: "It's coming out."

The sound was not loud, but a clear and beautiful echo resounded in front of the lonely and empty hall, like talking to oneself, and also like speaking to Aunt Chuyue.

Mu Qingchen followed her reputation, but before she could find her in the dark, she was the first step to hug her, buried her face in her neck and kissed her.

Mu Qingchen throbbed slightly, admiring that the dignified and elegant princess had such a gaffe. The reason is that he is too attractive.

She touched her face and said in her heart, this is probably the legendary beauty of the disaster!

"Father, can you be embarrassed?" Chang Shu's eyes trembled.

The second prince fell, and her family was the only one in the middle of the court, and a discerning person knew that Chang Sheng was one step closer to the throne.

In the past, she and the second emperor brother were evenly matched and stubborn. The court was temporarily stable, but once the stability was broken, the suspicion of the father would follow. Since ancient times, the companion of the king is like a tiger, how can the father allow her to dominate , Will definitely support the new forces to contain her.

Mu Qingchen was in the court hall, inevitably being stared at by the emperor...

Mu Qingchen gently stroked her back, and found that her palm was wet, presumably Chang Shu had been waiting for her all the time, and the clothes had sucked the mist.

Chang Shu didn't answer, and asked her again: "Can you be embarrassed?"

I don't want Mu Qingchen to look arrogant, raise his chin, condescendingly squint at her, then pushes her embrace away, and strides forward with arrogance...

Humph, don’t forgive you for ruining my great cause of rejuvenation!

"My palace asks you something!" Chang Shu followed and followed suit.

The night was too dark and the road was too slippery, and she almost stepped on the steps. Aunt Chuyue was strong, and quickly supported her with eyesight and hands.

She was frightened and didn't dare to be distracted any more. She concentrated all the way down and finally stepped on the smooth bluestone road. When she looked up, she found that Mu Qingchen had gone far away, and her black robes melted into the night, looming.

"Mu Qingchen, stop for this palace!"

"Have you heard!"

Mu Qingchen used the back of her head to tell her "Don't listen or listen to the eighth chanting", and her feet are comparable to the wind, like a hot wheel that grabbed Nezha.

"Oh!"

There was a painful exclamation from Chang Shu behind him.

Mu Qingchen couldn't stretch anymore, turned his head alert, and saw that the concubine figure fell to the ground. The fall action was quite slow. First he knocked his knees, then slightly slanted, and finally leaned to the side...

Maybe he didn't feel that he was lying on his face elegantly, so he took a straight posture and adjusted the skirt.

Mu Qingchen: "..."

Overwhelming, is your perfect acting!

She turned around to leave, but heard Aunt Chuyue say bluntly: "Princess, are you okay?"

"Have you hurt your bones?"

"Come on, come on, Princess Wei is on her feet!"

Mu Qingchen: "..."

Lu Ping looks like Yi Xiaobai's breasts, how could he get his feet! ?

But... it's my own daughter-in-law, if I just leave like this, I will feel sorry for it.

That's all, just help her up.

Reluctantly, Mu Qingchen returned to the original road, bent down, and stretched out his hand to Chang Shu. His fingers were slender and the joints were distinct. The nails were neatly manicured, neat, round and white.

Chang Shu was still in that slanted posture, squeezing her powder fist in her palm, her small mouth pouted high, and the faint resentment under her eyes was cool: "I hate you! I blame you!"

Mu Qingchen secretly despised Chang Shu. As the eldest princess, he was not ashamed, and he had learned how to touch porcelain.

"Do you want to help?" she snorted coldly.

"do not want!"

"really?"

"Really!" Chang Shu's eyes flashed with determination and stubbornness.

Mu Qingchen didn't bother to care about her, and drew his hand back: "Don't forget it!"

When she was about to lift her foot, the corner of her clothes was suddenly pulled by someone and was pulled firmly. She lowered her head and ran into Chang Shu's sad eyes.

Waiting to hear Her Royal Highness the princess said shamelessly: "...I want you to carry..."

Why don't you go to heaven! Mu Qingchen glared at her fiercely, trying to take the corners of her clothes out of her devil's claws.

However, Changshu held on too tightly, and the two were in a stalemate for a while.

At the same time, a group of Jinwuwei patrolled, with the sound of footsteps, from far to near, everyone's eyes were aimed at them unconsciously.

Mu Qingchen is like a man on his back: "Let go!"

"I want you to recite..." Chang Shu said softly, acting like a baby.

Aunt Chuyue turned sideways, hid and laughed, and persuaded: "Come on, take the princess on your back, she loves you, and waited for you all night outside the temple."

With that, he motioned to Mu Qingchen to look behind him, and Jin Wuwei was coming step by step.

Mu Qingchen had to compromise. There were so many people at the moment. If she carried Chang Shu on her back, it would be "sentimental and honeyed" in the ears of the Queen Mother tomorrow. To question.

This bad old lady, is it okay to have nothing to do all day long to eat and pray? Don't worry about eating radish salty!

"Back to back!" She raised her hand to surrender, turned her back and slowly squatted down to welcome the princess on her back.

Chang Shu got what he wanted, stood up neatly and leaned against her, with two slender arms around her neck, and her legs hanging on her waist.

"Put away your smug smile!" Mu Qingchen hooked her knees and raised her steps.

"How do you know I'm laughing?"

"Because I am your husband!"

Chang Shu likes her to say this, her heart is sweet, and she declares ownership and usually repeats: "Yes, you are my son, I am my son!"

After speaking, the two of them shuddered at the moment when they opened their mouths and bit her ears, and their lips pressed against the skin.

Mu Qingchen laughed at her innocently: "This is all temporary, woman, don't be infatuated with me. When I return to the country in the future, the Sangong and the Sixth Courtyard will still have it. Then I must be covered in rain and dew."

Chang Shu: "..."

"But relax your heart, I will give you the title of the first concubine without saying anything else. I have thought about the title for you, so I will call it Concubine Shu."

Chang Shu: "..."

Aunt Chuyue was in the clouds and mist, and she didn't understand Mu Qingchen's mouth full of nonsense, worried about disturbing her two, quietly stopped, and only followed them again after they walked farther.

Under the bright yellow glazed tiles and on the wall of the Vermillion Palace, the three people are heading towards the Ruyi Temple at the speed of a tortoise. The hazy moonlight stretches their shadows!

The Ruyi Temple is very lively tonight. Hui Yi, De Zhaoyi, Chang Yuan, Yi Xiaobai... and the Queen Mother’s Mother Gui are all gathered in the front hall, and there is a blue circle around her, but she is still awake, and she surrounds Tashan. Keep asking questions.

Its theme is "On the possibility of collusion between the second prince and the remnants of Khitan".

Tashan didn't dare to be burdened, his head swelled, and his footsteps flickered. He answered the content that was repeated many times. At the end of the answer, he had the heart to find short-sightedness.

This answer is more tiring than climbing the Mangu Snow Mountain in Turkic?

Fortunately, when she exhausted her last breath, Mu Qingchen and Chang Shu returned.

Tashan was relieved and handed the baton to them. Unexpectedly, Chang Shu messed up, closing his eyes and resting on Mu Qingchen's shoulders.

Mu Qingchen gave a "hush" and said cautiously: "Shu'er was tired and fell asleep. I carried her back all the way..."

Turning into the inner hall while talking...

Tashan: "..."