Rotten Terrier

Chang Shu was not sleepy at all, and opened his eyes as soon as he was sleeping, but he refused to get off Mu Qingchen's back. -

Mu Qingchen warned her: "Hurry up."

"I don't." Chang Shu's body reacted faster than her mouth, and the arms around her neck tightened several inches, making her unable to breathe.

Mu Qingchen got used to being arrogant and domineering. Although he had a pit in his head, he was still not irritable in his bones. He held back his energy and threw himself on the spot, mainly manifested by jumping and twisting.

Chang Shu trembled with a smile, touched her tired earlobe with her fingertips, and said enthusiastically: "Qing Chen, do you think our kids will be as cute as you."

After she finished speaking, she laughed again, like a night bird's murmur, making people feel calm and peaceful.

To be honest, carrying Chang Shu back from the Andu Palace has consumed a lot of Mu Qingchen's strength, and the current thankless tossing is also exhausting her last trace of strength. This is from her leaning on one side. Pu Tou can be seen.

She simply shook her head, shook her head on the carpet and rolled half a circle, and then sat down on the bed, recklessly leaning back, using Chang Shu as a pad, and it felt like it was moisturized. Lying in a pile of soft cotton, the scattered skeleton began to heal slowly.

Chang Shu was so overwhelmed that she dropped her shoulders: "Get up..."

Mu Qingchen didn't move, even breathing...

Chang Shu noticed the situation, stood up and took a look, this bastard... actually fell asleep...

"Mu Qingchen!" She shook Mu Qingchen's arm. Seeing that she couldn't, she pushed her away and pulled out.

Just as Aunt Chuyue came in, she squatted outside the four-open door and asked Chang Shu if she wanted to go to bed?

Chang Shu raised her index finger to her lips and asked her to speak quietly, then pointed at Mu Qingchen who was asleep. Aunt Chuyue paused for a while, understood, nodded, and was about to retreat. When she raised her hand to close the door, she found that Chang Shu, who had just stood up, suddenly swayed, pulling on the bed net in the chaos and barely stabilizing her figure.

She pulled it with great strength, and the gilt hook fell down, and the bed tent fell down immediately, blocking Mu Qingchen's body.

Aunt Chuyue walked forward vigorously, holding her anxiously and saying: "Princess, is it unwell?"

Chang Shu rubbed her forehead, and after the feeling of dizziness was relieved, did she answer her: "Xu is tired in the day, and now he has not rested for a long time, so it won't get in the way..."

"Why don't you get in the way, you are tired, the servant and maid will cook some light rice porridge in the small kitchen, you can eat some and then sleep..."

Chang Shu's lips were a little white, and he said tiredly: "My palace is very tired, and I don't care about anything else."

Aunt Chuyue was not reconciled, and said: "Why don't Xuan Lin Yuan come to see the pulse..."

"You retreat."

"But……"

"The boy and the horse have been tired for a day. Don't bother her to rest. I'll discuss it tomorrow."

Aunt Chuyue couldn't help her, so she had no choice but to wait for her to undress, and then extinguish the candles one by one. After sleeping in the dark, Aunt Chuyue sighed...

Hey, I thought that the princess and her husband will be able to rehabilitate the old and they will be pregnant next month. Who knows that the body is so weak...according to this sign, let's not say that next month, next year, there will be no children...

I'm so worried!

The next day, the breeze started, and the window screens were rustling.

The entire Taichong Palace is still peaceful and quiet. Three poles will be spent tomorrow, but no movement will be heard from the halls. Only Jinwuwei is patrolling step by step. If there is too much trouble yesterday, the palaces have no intention to relax.

Chang Shu was sleepy and unbearable, and at the same time panicked with hunger. She drowsy eyes and rolled into Mu Qingchen's arms sideways, muttering with a strong nasal voice: "Qingchen...Qingchen..."

Mu Qingchen was already hot, and when she came up, she sweated out a thin layer of sweat. She moved out to distance her from her, but Chang Shu was like a dog skin plaster, covering herself again with her face Her clavicle can be rubbed hard...

"Qing Chen..."

"Hungry..."

"Uncomfortably hungry..."

Mu Qingchen was awakened by her different words, opened the bed tent and looked at the blue sky.

"It's this hour..." She said to herself, stretched her waist, rubbed her dry eye sockets under the bed, and when she came back, she had a teacup in her hand. The tea was light green and transparent, like a clear lake.

Chang Shu stood up to take it, and drank it out: "Have you heard that drinking water can make you full? I still want to..."

Mu Qingchen: "..."

She went back to the small side to pour another cup, then opened the drawer against the wall, and turned out a few lumps of caramel, which she bought while wandering in Jianzhou. Mingshan put it aside at will, but he didn't expect it would come in handy.

Chang Shu is an emperor, and no matter how virtuous and elegant, she always has a temperament of noble temperament. Now she has a small temper. If she doesn't try her best to satisfy her, she will definitely tidy up like last night.

Every time she did this, Mu Qingchen would scold her for being inconsistent and beastly in her heart...

"What are you slandering this palace again!" Chang Shu peeled off the white tissue paper, revealing orange-red candy.

She took off a small piece and stuffed it into her mouth. The taste was cottony and delicate. The sugar juice melted on the tip of the tongue, and the aroma was deep, inch by inch, dripping down the esophagus. After a while, the panic felt much better.

"I also want."

Mu Qingchen opened his mouth and gestured to bite. Chang Shu showed a fierce look like a small animal protecting food, and pushed Mu Qingchen's face away: "This is mine!"

Mu·Xie Mei·Qing Chen suffered a great humiliation: "Woman, your concubine Shu title is gone, let's be a talented person!"

Chang Shu pulls the corners of her mouth. Hey, who is rare!

In fact, she doesn't like to eat sweets. The pastries from the imperial dining room are either consumed by Mu Qingchen or rewarded to the palace clerk. She seldom touches them.

Today, for some reason, she didn't even want to split a sip. She didn't do what she thought, and still blamed it on sleeping too late last night.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help regretting it. I should listen to Aunt Chuyue's words last night and eat some snacks before resting.

Watching her eating happily, Mu Qingchen swallowed droolingly, expressing her salivation vividly.

However, Chang Shu was not to be outdone, and turned his blind eye to the extreme, acting like "I am proud of eating alone".

Mu Qingchen was very angry, she was so angry, huh, woman, you don't even have the title of a talented person, go to Ye Ting and brush the bucket for a lifetime!

She secretly scammed for a while, before the exuberant anger was extinguished a bit, she went to the closet and found a dark blue tunic and thin shirt to put on.

Chang Shu frowned when she saw her clothes. She felt that Mu Qingchen would look better in lighter colors, but she didn't say anything. She was afraid that Mu Qingchen would say "this way is more evil".

Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about people who are lacking in their brains.

Speaking of Mu Qingchen's brain... she was suddenly a little worried. If she was pregnant with a child during Mu Qingchen's illness, she wondered if the disease would be inherited...

This big morning has tortured her enough, if another small one comes... Wouldn't it mean that the roof of the princess mansion would be lifted off!

hiss……

I have to get Lin Yuan to ask...

Mu Qingchen fastened the ribbon, returned to her and sat, holding on to the tent hook to tie the bed tent, and when he turned his head, she saw her with a thoughtful and worried look.

Eat some sweets, are you so worried?

He slapped her and called her back to her senses: "What do you think?"

Chang Shu blurted out: "Miss you."

Mu Qingchen was startled, his cheeks dyed a faint red, and replied with shame, "Dead ghost!"

Chang Shu: "..."

Knowing that she was thinking about something wrong, Chang Shu didn't explain, and kicked her leg with the lush white toes: "My palace is going to dress, let someone come in and wait."

Mu Qingchen wrapped the soles of her feet, brushed his fingertips across the heels and ankles, and asked with a smile, "Is my fish intestine dagger with you?"

"Well, on the Bogu rack outside, you go...get it later." After speaking, Chang Shu noticed something was wrong.

Yuchang dagger has always been Mu Qingchen's self-defense, and it is not a big deal for her to ask to go back, her expression is weird.

how to say? With three-point flattery and flattering three-point slave face and three-pointer... unfathomable?

It's not like begging for swords, it's more like begging for life.

Who will kill it?

Chang Shu recalled it for a moment, and carefully connected Mu Qingchen's previous words with her crazy words, and only then did she inspire. Understand, it must be the failure of the curve to restore the country. I want to be simple and rude!

It may be an "assassination"!

Mu Qingchen found her fish-intestine sword on the third floor of the Bogu frame, not to mention the beauty in his heart, and put the scabbard on it with a smile, thinking that the first step of the great cause of rejuvenation had been completed!

Next...

It is to assassinate Vantage, and then assist Chang Sheng as the new emperor...

Then take the emperor to make the princes...

Chuyue and everyone passed by her, and saw a fierce flash across her eyes, and her face was extremely vicious. She hurriedly stopped to look at her, and asked caringly: "Municipal, your favorite Wowotou is ready in the dining room, soon Go to dinner."

Before she finished speaking, Mu Qingchen killed her indiscriminately with a slap in the face. The maids behind him were younger and more courageous, and took a step back in unison.

Aunt Chuyue trembles with her hand holding the basin, and a few drops of hot water splashed out and wet the upper of the shoe.

Ye Di, is it wrong to kindly ask you to eat?

Mu·Killer·Qingchen muttered: "I hate it, I actually exposed my preferences in public."

The killer is cold-blooded, and only a ruthless heart can use a ruthless sword, it is impossible to have a preference!

That is the weakness of nakedness!

She didn't want her favorite Wowotou to hold her back when she assassinated Vantage.

Humph, she sneered, put the Yuchangjian back to her waist, straightened her waist, and walked out unruly.

Aunt Chuyue watched her go away, lamenting that she had escaped, and she brought hot water into her bed to serve Chang Shu again.

"Princess," Aunt Chuyue seemed to be unspeakable, "the slave and the maidservant have something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not."

Chang Shu has always been close to her, and put the armband gold held by the maidservant to her wrist: "But it doesn't matter."

"...The slave and maid just saw the sneaky outsider, like..."

As soon as Mu Qingchen mentioned Mu Qingchen, Chang Shu became interested and stopped and waited for her to speak.

"It looks like I'm going to dig someone's ancestral grave again! Look at it, maybe you have to pull out the 18th generation whip corpse of the ancestor!"

Chang Shu lowered his eyes and said with a lack of interest: "Hey, she used to scold her for having a small belly and chicken intestines for doing this, but now... I miss it a little..."

I only hope that she will recover sooner. In the future, we will plan to plan which ancestral tomb she likes. My palace will no longer care about her. If she is tired, we will help her!

Aunt Chuyue: "!!!?"