Rotten Terrier

The third princess, Chang Yuan, was punished by her favorite emperor sister on the grounds that she blatantly assaulted the court order officer. -

Right now, I'm copying "Nv's Training" and "Nv's Commandment" a hundred times in the study.

At the same time, Chang Shu also spoke. It must be copied in lowercase with hairpins. The handwriting is neat and the surface is neat. If there is any heinous act of copying by a slave, it will be dragged out for sixty.

What is the concept of stick sixty! Basically equivalent to a rod!

The minions kowtowed their heads like garlic, and even put up three fingers to swear to the sky that they would chop their hands if they had acted secretly to help the three princesses.

"Huh! I blame you for being so boring! All day long eating, drinking and having fun, as soon as you see Mu Qingchen and a mouse meeting a cat! Can't you give me some breath!"

Chang Yuan's pen was unstable, and a large amount of ink fell down, dripping on the foot of the paper, and it was soaked in an instant.

what! She will finish copying this chapter in no time! This is all ruined!

Angrily threw down the pen, rubbed the pages of paper into a ball, and smashed to Yi Xiaobai: "It's all your fault!"

Yi Xiaobai is grinding for her, knowing that she is in a bad way and will not hide, letting the paper ball fall to her heart.

Anyway, it doesn't hurt, let alone a group, she is not afraid of another ten groups: "Yuanyuan, you can't blame me, I can't beat Qingchen."

"Didn't you practice fists and kicks with a martial artist since you were young? Somehow, slap her a few times!"

"...Don't blame my father, he always tells me that money can make ghosts push me down, so I thought, I can buy ghosts, and I still learn how to use it."

Chang Yuan: "..."

Yi Xiaobai chuckled, put the ink stick on the edge of the inkstone, and took out a roll of mint leaves from his sleeve to Chang Yuan's mouth: "Chew, and quench the fire."

"I can't help it, my palace will get angry when I see you!" Chang Yuan pushed her hand away.

"Then I will leave." Yi Xiaobai couldn't wait to say, immediately raised his foot and walked out, feeling happy in his heart, secretly saying, I can finally stop grinding my ink, I want to go to the garden to catch butterflies.

Chang Yuan looked at the excitement on her face really, lowered her tone, full of coldness and threats: "Come back!"

Yi Xiaobai's feet hanging on the threshold stiffened, and he reclaimed angrily.

Chang Yuan was very satisfied with her performance, and said with a smile: "When will this palace finish the copy, and when will you leave this door!"

"Huh? Then you can't wait until the Year of the Monkey!"

"Then you will wait for the death of my palace! Otherwise... the old rules are waiting for you."

Yi Xiaobai immediately softened when he heard the words. The old rule is to whip her and become frustrated.

She confessed her fate, returned to the book case, pressed the paperweight smoothly for Chang Yuan, and then continued to rub the ink with a look of lovelessness.

Woo, it's obvious that I am the victim, why have I been wronged so far, but Mu·the culprit·Qingchen can get away with it. -

She looked out the window longingly, and saw the emerald green weeping willow swaying in the breeze, like the graceful dance of prostitutes...

Oh, there are several pieces of willow leaves...

If Chang Yuan was punished, it would be hard not to punish Mu Qingchen. After all, the behavior of this servant was very outrageous. Chang Shu thought for a while, and asked her to copy it too, but it was the "Book of Songs" that was punished for copying and only copied it once.

Minions: Hey...

The third princess may be the fake sister picked up by the long princess on the side of the road...

"do not move!"

"pain……"

"It's ready soon!"

"Tap...ah!"

Mu Qingchen was completely agitated, and leaned back, avoiding Chang Shu's claws.

Chang Shu looked at her with a thick warning under her eyes. She covered her fingertips into the medicine box and evened out a few ointments: "This medicine is to reduce swelling and blood stasis, so you have to apply more."

She leaned over and held Mu Qingchen's face carefully, her fingertips felt smooth, and there was a faint heat: "Otherwise, it will be swollen into a bun tomorrow, don't you care about your face the most?"

She talked badly, and finally let Mu Qingchen calm down. Unfortunately, after not being quiet for a while, Mu Qingchen again began to dislike the ointment smell being too bitter.

Chang Shu was a little annoyed, and scolded her, "This is an external application, and you didn't let you take it internally. What's so noisy!"

Then poked her eyebrows hard: "Applying a medicine will cause trouble for nothing, and there will be no end!"

Seeing her fierce, Mu Qingchen's arrogant energy disappeared, like a hedgehog with only small thorns away, leaving a lovely face.

Chang Shu liked her appearance, and her self-blame was just getting more serious. Her body softened and her drug application became softer. There was only the sound of clothes rustling and swinging and the intertwined breathing in the air.

In the midst of boredom, Mu Qingchen smelled the scent of saponaria in Chang Shu’s hair. It was fresh and floating. If it seemed to be absent, she couldn’t help but leaned forward and hugged Chang Shu when she heard it, burying the tip of her nose behind her ears...

This time it was no exception, covering her face and touching her cheeks, which meant that she was rubbing against her ears and temples.

Chang Shu said "Yeah" and pushed her, her face was flushed, and she was probably annoyed: "The medicine is just applied...you!"

She was so angry that she got up and went to the dressing table to find a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the ointment rubbed on her side face.

Suddenly I felt a headache, my forehead was bulging, and my eyes were covered with a dark cloud.

Just like last night, the whole person was dizzy, and he couldn't even see what was in front of him.

She knelt and sat on the brocade cushion, holding the case side, breathing heavily, shaking her wrist weakly, and beckoning Mu Qingchen to come and help her.

Behind her helplessly was the flower window. She was forced to face the light, and her actions made Mu Qingchen in the distance unrealistic. She only felt that her shoulders were trembling, so she tentatively called her: "Shu'er?"

Chang Shu didn't respond, his throat and heart choked with panic, as if against a stone.

In a daze, Mu Qingchen had already come to her and saw her pale lips: "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Some...out of strength." She uttered a few words laboriously.

Mu Qingchen's eyebrows trembled, one hand crossed her shoulders, and the other crossed her knees, trying to carry her on the bed...

"Don't..." Chang Shuqing closed her eyes tightly, blocking Mu Qingchen. She finally slowed down, fearing that the bumps would make her feel depressed again.

Mu Qingchen couldn't help but simply sat down next to her, using her body as a cushion. Chang Shu's heart was warm, not being polite to her, and fell into her arms, begging her to hold her.

How could Mu Qingchen refuse such a soft and sweet beauty, and quickly straightened her waist to adjust her posture, so that Her Royal Highness Princess Long could be more comfortable.

"It's cold at night in the mountains, and you are too thin by the quilt. Could it be that you have caught the cold."

"Aren't you afraid of heat? It's okay to cover it thinly so that you don't kick the quilt due to heat." Chang Shu bound her waist.

"I am the Lord, I am not afraid of getting sick when kicking the quilt. You are different. You are my sweetheart..."

As she was talking, Chang Shu broke free of her suddenly, fell to the other side, retching painfully on the mat.

Mu Qingchen: Why, are my love words so disgusting?

Although Chang Shu is a Zijun, she has studied martial arts with the Tai Fu since she was a child, and she is also considered to be strong.

It's just how uncomfortable this time, the things in the belly seem to be tangled together, and the throat is even more dry and unbearable. Fortunately, the duration is not long, just a few fingers.

Mu Qingchen patted her on the back to help her smoothly, and then pinched the cuffs to dry the thin sweat from her temples, and only felt a little relieved when she saw a faint pink under her skin. It seems to be stable.

Chang Shu is indeed stable, but only the surface, his heart is overwhelming, stormy waves, violent storms...

He stood up with difficulty, looked at himself in the bronze mirror, his expression was shocked, joyful or uneasy...and worried.

She grew up in a deep palace, and the people she usually sees can be divided into three categories: eunuchs, court ladies and empresses.

What do maidens fight for favor every day, don't they just try to conceive a dragon heir, is it expensive for a mother to depend on her child?

Therefore, it is not uncommon for Zijun to look like she was pregnant, knowing that nausea, vomiting, and greasiness are the three elements of pregnancy signs.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously covered her belly, and then glanced at Mu Qingchen subconsciously. The worries grew thicker, and when it was over, she was pregnant at this time, and the child would not be inherited as a fool.

no! Absolutely not!

Anxious, she opened her mouth and said, "Xuan Lin Yuan is coming soon."

In the middle of the conversation, he closed his mouth and said to his heart, Mu Qingchen is still ill. Even if he is pregnant, it is not appropriate to tell the truth.

Let's keep it secret for now.

"Quickly declare who?" Mu Qingchen was puzzled by her and stopped talking.

Chang Shu rectified her mood and played her perfunctorily: "Hurry up and apply the medicine."

When it came, the maidservant from the small palace called outside and said to Mu Qingchen: "You will still need to bring the Oxyflower with you when you come to Taichongxing Palace next year. You are used to being served by him, and you rely on him for many things."

Then he turned his head and asked the maidservant: "I will take medicine immediately for the husband, and then supervise her to copy the Book of Songs."

The maidservant squatted down, answered the gift, and went to the table to take the medicine box.

She mentioned the cow chrysanthemum because of her panic. To put it bluntly, she just wanted to find a reason to leave Mu Qingchen and secretly go to Lin Yuan.

You are the eldest princess of a country, and every word she says is an order. There is no need to lie to others, so she can't help but feel clumsy.

"You want to leave the temple? Where are you going?" Mu Qingchen asked.

The turmoil of the second prince has not yet passed, and Emperor Vantage is still in anger. The masters of the palace are shrinking in the hall and guarding themselves. Why does Chang Shu only do the opposite?

What, do you want to be unscrupulous?

"... Hmm." Chang Shu responded vaguely, stood up and walked forward step by step, her feet were vain, like walking in the clouds, but she didn't stop, and when she turned the door, she glanced at Mu Qingchen with a guilty conscience. .

Sure enough, Qi was staring straight at her.

Aunt Chuyue remembered that she was "weak" about Chang Shu's body. When she heard from the minions that she was angry at breakfast, she patronized her to teach her husband and didn't eat twice. This made her anxious, she cooked a bowl of soup herself and brought it.

As soon as I stepped into the shade of the porch, I ran into Chang Shu who was panicking.

"Princess, the maidservant made a bowl for you..."

"You are here just right." Chang Shu held her and walked out along the root of the wall.

Aunt Chuyue couldn't cope with it, the soup sprinkled a little, she was busy protecting the rim of the bowl with her hands: "Princess, please slow down."

"Lin Yuan is in the official residence? You hurry to find him and wait in Baofeng Pavilion. The main palace will arrive later."

Baofeng Pavilion?

It is the farthest pavilion from the Ruyi Temple. It is located in the northwest corner of the Tai Chong Xing Palace. There are books and books, but there are not many books. The masters will only think of it when they are free. Go there and turn out a few books. Pass the time.

Because the feet are too far away, they rarely go in person, and they are all sent to fetch them.

Aunt Chuyue didn't think she mentioned it suddenly?