Rotten Terrier

Mu Qingchen didn't care about Chang Shu's personal attacks on her. After running to the tea case, he cooked the tea in a decent manner, breaking the tea cakes, grinding the tea powder... the action was done in one go.

Chang Shu came with interest and sat down opposite her without rushing, with one hand on his head, and looking at her up and down, with a playful look in her eyes: "You haven't made tea in a long time."

Mu Qingchen is an expert at cooking tea. She used to take her to skip classes to the teahouse and Rendoucha in the East Market in the Imperial College. The aura that dominates the crowd is so charming.

Look again now...

Wearing a bed quilt, crouching on her waist, she coughed twice from head to toe from time to time. She saw the roots of her teeth itchy, and regretted that those two feet didn't kick her face last night!

The most irritating thing is that there are many quilts to choose from, she has to choose the color of the concubine, from the back it looks like an old sow who is old!

Can't bear to look straight!

Chang Shu tried to withdraw his gaze, and went to see the flames under the small copper cauldron at the foot of the case. Qi was jumping playfully, reflecting the red tea case and Mu Qingchen's face.

With the next finger, the clear water in the small copper kettle boiled, and began to bubbling, and the heat radiated out of the kettle body, radiating out to the oncoming heat waves.

Feeling hot, Chang Shu hid back and continued to shake the peach blossom fan, then he saw Mu Qingchen who was sweating profusely.

Suddenly angry and funny.

"Hot the quilt off." Chang Shu adjusted the direction of the peach blossom fan, leaned over and fanned her.

"It's not hot, I'm cold." Mu Qingchen had a hard duck mouth.

"Then you sweat so much!"

"Cold sweat!"

Chang Shu: "..."

She retracted the fan silently, and muttered, you're so hot as a bastard!

But I couldn't bear it in my heart, worrying about what Mu Qingchen would do if he had a heat stroke. After thinking about it, he put down his posture, walked around her and sat down next to her, doing the work of fanning her.

"The neckline is all wet." She felt a little pain, and opened Mu Qingchen's skirt to let the wind drill into her neck.

Mu Qingchen let out a long and comfortable groan, sighing that his body is comfortable, and even closed his eyes very comfortably.

"Shu'er, work harder."

Chang Shu heard that the faster he shook the peach blossom fan, the frequency and amplitude increased.

"Yeah, right, left...right..." Mu Qingchen exclaimed.

"is this OK?"

"Yes, I like it very much~"

The seven imperial doctors outside the sleeping hall: Hey...It seems that the concubine really doesn't work, listen, let the eldest princess do what she did. As a Lord, there is no initiative at all in bed. It is really sad.

By the way, when the seven imperial doctors came, Aunt Chuyue happened to go to the small kitchen to urge the maidservants to make an fetal medicine. As soon as they brought the medicine, they saw seven old guys lying neatly by the door of the dormitory. Eavesdrop on the masters.

Immediately despise them severely.

"Ah hum—" Aunt Chuyue cleared her throat very loudly.

The old undead were forced to panic, and quit one step back in unison, each posing "I'm busy", looking at the sky, chatting and chatting. The most special thing is Lin Yuan. He put his hands in his sleeves, squatted on the ground, staring at the stone slab under his feet intently.

Aunt Chuyue couldn't laugh or cry, so she stepped forward and asked him: "Doctor Lin, what are you looking at?"

Lin Yuan swallowed the old phlegm stuck in his throat, and squatted: "Look at the ants... move, move..."

"Where is it? Why didn't I see it." Aunt Chuyue yawned and followed his gaze, stupefied that half of the ant's shadow was not found.

"They...removed."

Aunt Chuyue: "..."

Seeing that she was free, the little **** on the side greeted her with a waist.

Aunt Chuyue recognized him and asked, "You are Fenghe Gong's."

The little **** murmured, "My aunt has good eyesight. The minion was in short supply when I came to the Queen Mother last year. The Queen Mother was worried about the body and bones of the consort, so she specially asked the minion to bring the concubine to treat the consort.

Oh, yes, she just heard a few small palace servants discuss this in the small kitchen, to the effect that the house servant suddenly "didn't lift" last night.

She knew the inside story, and she knew it was the princess. It's just hard for the consort.

The masters in the palace rarely have privacy. A little gossip can spread across the palace like a gust of wind, not to mention that the Taichongxing Palace is several times smaller than the Imperial Palace, and it can be passed in in the blink of an eye. In the ears of every minion.

"It turned out to be the order of the Queen Mother, so please wait for the doctors, and Rong Nu and the maidservant ask your Royal Highness the princess."

Chang Shu just wanted to accompany Mu Qingchen, but didn't really want to drink tea. That day, Lin Yuan told her not to drink tea, so as not to harm the fetus. She kept this statement in her heart and didn't dare to overstep it.

"I cooked hard, you just have a sip." Mu Qingchen raised his index finger and bargained with her.

"Never drink a bite."

"Then lick the head office, try it."

The white jade tea cup is small and exquisite, bright and clear in the sun, which is very attractive. Coupled with Mu Qingchen's sassy scorn, Chang Shu couldn't help thinking about it, and obediently compromised.

Mu Qingchen graciously held the tea cup, and personally fed it to her mouth.

Chang Shu was sweet-hearted and thought to herself, if my husband is always like a little wife.

Just after thinking about it, Aunt Chuyue walked through the Bisha wardrobe and came to them.

"Ah!" Aunt Chuyue was so irritated by the sight in front of her that she turned her back in a hurry, "Slaves damn, slaves damn."

She was a bit emotional, she couldn't hold the tray in her hand, and a little bit of soup was spilled.

Chang Shu was at a loss for a moment, reacted, and pushed Mu Qingchen away from her body. It’s really annoying. Just stick it up. You have to cover the bed with a quilt on your back. At first glance, you think the two of them are going to be lewd.

No wonder Aunt Chuyue misunderstood.

She secretly twisted a hand on Mu Qingchen's waist, and only then was satisfied. After she recovered her composure on her face, she asked Aunt Chuyue to hand over the decoction.

"It's noisy outside, what happened?"

"It's because the queen mother missed a few imperial doctors to come over to see the sick man."

Chang Shu had anticipated this. He drank the medicine in a hurry and ordered Aunt Chuyue to bring everyone in.

When she turned her head, she found that Mu Qingchen was looking up at her straight up, her dark eyes were not bottomed, and she was not open for a long time, making her panicked.

"What are you doing?" Chang Shu held his breath.

"...Cough cough, why do you want to drink my medicine." Mu Qingchen got angry. She has been lingering on the bed for many years, all relying on the decoction to hang her breath. The woman actually snatched it, and it seemed that she didn't intend to leave her alive.

"That's from the palace!"

"You... also have colds?"

Chang Shu: "..."

The eunuchs entered the hall with an unusually nervous mood. The last time this happened, Mu Qingchen had just woke up after being struck by lightning.

Every time they took a step, their heart beats quickly, and when they came to Mu Qingchen, they danced like a drum.

Because Mu Qingchen was not a patient or a consort to them, but the King of Yama.

Fortunately, the eldest princess is by the side, and with her supporting the field, their courage can be a little bit bolder.

"Puppet horse." Lin Yuan led the crowd to line up, bowing to Mu Qingchen.

Mu Qingchen was still sitting behind the tea table, waving his hand lazily, "Stop the gift."

The voice is unprecedentedly gentle, softer than ever, just like a soothing ballad.

The old veterans became more anxious.

They wondered where Mu Qingchen would sing? Want to catch up? Lure the enemy deep?

"We are on the order of the queen dowager to treat your body." Lin Yuan deliberately moved the queen out. He believed that Mu Qingchen should not give them face, and should always give them to the queen.

Soon he received the desired effect—Mu Qingchen took the initiative to roll up his sleeves to show his wrists, and behaved very positively. The only drawback was that her expression was very sad and painful.

It's right to think about it, it's only strange if a Lord of **** suffers from such an unspeakable illness.

After he figured it out, Lin Yuan took a few steps forward with amnesty, put four fingers on her wrist bone, and listened to her bulging pulse.

"...The prince, the princess, the Weichen is offended," he first apologized to the two of them, and then asked, "the prince, how many times did you go to the house with the princess last month?"

Chang Shu blushed suddenly, and suddenly sitting in this hall full of horrible old men was neither standing nor staying nor leaving, so she had to cover her face with a peach fan.

Mu Qingchen's reaction was different, with a complex expression, mixed with three points of shyness, three points of hesitation and three points of melancholy: "... You can tell, I was frail and sick since I was a child, and I was very deficient. I have been married to the princess for five years and have never been able to have sex... "

Chang Shu: "!?"

All the imperial physicians: "!?"

Lin Yuan was shocked. He couldn't believe what Mu Qingchen said, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and looked at Chang Shu quickly.

What! I have never lifted it! Then... where did the child in the belly of the princess come from?

Could it be that the eldest princess was so lonely that she ran to steal someone?

His imagination exploded at this moment, recalling what happened at Baofeng Pavilion the day before. It's no wonder that Mr. Chang secretly announced that he was going to have a pulse, and asked him to help Mu Qingchen with the secret, it turned out to be a cuckold for Mu Qingchen!

It's finished, it's finished! If the child is not beaten, there will always be the day when Mu Qingchen discovers him, and then he will be implicated... Mu Qingchen must kill him.

No, no, he already knows this great secret, and the princess will definitely not keep him alive. Before Mu Qingchen can do it, the princess will kill him first!

Lin Yuan sorted out the matter from beginning to end, guessing that he was dying to the end, so scared that he was so frightened that he was so frightened that he flew to Chang Shu's feet and kowped his head frantically. The big head looked like a bouncing up and down. Cuju ball.

"His Royal Highness, oh, oh, you deserve to die!"

Chang Shu: "!?"

The other six imperial doctors were all dumbfounded, wondering how he was suddenly caught in an evil spirit, so their thoughts were even more confused than Lin Yuan, and they began to doubt life seriously.

But the reason is still there. I feel that the capital of the hospital is kneeling, and their subordinates should also kneel together. Otherwise, after giving each other a wink, they lifted the corners of the robe and knelt down facing Chang Shu. Kneel to the ground, his knees smashed the cypress floor!

The temperament of the whole body is also very tragic!

He also learned that Lin Yuan yelled, "You deserve to die," and the shouts were so loud that he almost knocked off the roof.

Chang Shu, who was dumbfounded throughout the process: A bunch of crazy! !

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Mu Qingchen: "So happy, I'm going crazy for the hospital too!"

Chang Shu: "Get out!"

I’m very distressed. It takes about an hour to edit the text every day, but there are still typos. It’s probably because my eyes have been lost, woo woo woo...