Rotten Terrier

It was too late to take out the handkerchief, so Chang Shu simply wiped the sleeves. Sweat dripped on the top cloth and moistened a small piece of it.

Also... Really sweating.

Chang Shusheng was sullen and complained that he was not promising. I would like to ask Dahua which princess has played in front of her husband in the three hundred years since the founding of the country.

Not afraid, not afraid.

She secretly cheered up, and gracefully raised her hand to the chest level. Aunt Chuyue understood her heart and stretched out her arm to let her catch it. One master and one servant went on the road like Huangquan.

The two little eunuchs watched them drifting away, inexplicably sad. After the silence, one of them elbows his partner beside him.

"What's wrong with me... Do you feel bad for the princess, there's no reason? It's strange."

"To tell you the truth, so am I."

In order to gain a foothold in the palace, in addition to having excellent reincarnation skills, he also has to wear a mask from time to time to act.

Chang Shu stopped in the flower hall, raised the corner of her mouth by two arcs, and performed a refreshing look, as if she had just encountered something interesting.

Zhang Huang's loss in his eyes also quietly disappeared, replaced by a crystal clear one.

"How does this look?" She asked Aunt Chuyue, and she got a sonorous answer.

"Perfect!"

In the flower hall, Mu Qingchen sat on the head. Chang Yuan and Yi Xiaobai were sitting on the right, with a cup of tea and a lacquered wooden box in the center of the small table beside them. Yi Xiaobai casually grabbed a few peanuts, threw them in the air, and picked them up with his mouth.

Chang Yuan folded her legs, pointed her toes towards her, kicked her knees, and said in her eyes "Pay attention to the situation, be serious".

Then motioned her to look at Lin Yuan and the old **** who were kneeling not far away, as well as the minions following behind.

Really, the house is full of people, so you have to be careful, and you don't have the consciousness to be a master at all.

Yi Xiaobai scratched his face angrily and glanced at Mu Qingchen who was blowing floating tea while holding a teacup. In the steam, his handsome face was half hidden, calm and clean.

The whole person seemed to be lifted by a breath of immortality.

Inspired by Yi Xiaobai, he moved his **** into the stool, raised his chest and raised his head, and started to learn in a certain way.

Halfway through learning, there was a shrill voice shouting outside the door, "The princess is here."

Finally looked forward to the princess! The old **** was so happy that tears filled his eyes, and the tears fell down. My Royal Highness Princess, you can come back to help.

But after seeing him, Chang Shu looked faint: "Who is this person?"

Old eunuch: "..."

He almost forgot that, in the eyes of others, Her Royal Highness Princess had never been to Baofeng Pavilion, so how could she have known him.

"Why is Lin Yuan here? What's going on? I have to urge people to come back, and Tashan is putting paper kites together."

Mu Qingchen raised his eyebrows to look at her confidently, tapping on the handrail with his fingers: "Did you reward Lin Yuan with the peach blossom fan pendant?"

"Is there?" She turned around and asked Lin Yuan, frowning, as if she was embarrassed by a certain problem.

Aunt Chuyue stood up and cooperated with her: "Princess, you forgot, that day the queen mother ordered the imperial doctors to come and see the sick man. Afterwards, you sympathized with the imperial doctor Lin's dedication and specifically ordered the slave servants to send the fan pendant to Lin Yuan, thanking him. Hard work."

It is not uncommon for the masters to give some rewards. Aunt Chuyue makes sense.

Lin Yuan shuddered: "Yes, Muhu Ma... You see, it was indeed the Royal Highness Princess Long who rewarded the ministers."

"Really?" Mu Qingchen stretched his voice, his eyes filled with playfulness, "Then tell me, how many petals does this peach blossom fan pendant have?"

Chang Shu's heart jerked. Sure enough, Mu Qingchen is a human being!

The eldest princess lost an inch, and Lin Yuan, who was afraid of Mu Qingchen's bones, would be no better. Cold sweat continued to gush out, layer by layer soaked in her underwear.

He has been practicing medicine for several years and has a natural sensitivity to birth, old age, sickness and death. He intuitively tells him that today he is afraid that he is going to explain it to Mu Qingchen.

But the fish on the banks of the exposed corpse had to flop on the line of life and death twice. He was alive, and he had to flop...

There are a few common peach sepals...like five.

Holding a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Lin Yuan raised his hand tremblingly, and opened his five fingers: "Five..."

Chang Shu: That's it, I was fooled.

Soon after she got married with Mu Qingchen, it was the Wanshou Festival of the emperor's father. According to the etiquette system, the clan family and the officials of the central government should pay tribute to the emperor's father. The Southern Xinjiang Jeddu Envoy offered a piece of peach blossom stone, which is a kind of Hetian jade, with bright luster, round and transparent, and the most important thing is the white powder.

The father had the heart, and ordered the jade craftsman to carve three peach blossom pendants and present them to her. At that time, she called the **** who was attending to send a message to the jade craftsman, telling that the number of sepals in peach blossoms is generally five, but she wants to have an even number, which means double stay and double flight, so the petals of the peach flower pendant have six petals.

Mu Qingchen made it clear to dig a hole for Lin Yuan to jump, and Lin Yuan's answer was wrong, it was bound to reveal that she was shielding him, and even the old **** could not escape.

High, really high!

One question, upset a boat!

Chang Shu's intestines are ruined, what is wrong with the old eunuch, not the fan pendant.

"Nonsense!" Mu·wit·Qingchen's expression sank, and followed Chang Shu from the bottom up with a smile and a smile, as if he was admonishing her, confessing to be lenient and resisting strict.

But Chang Shu was never the master of resignation: "Well, you Lin Yuan, what a crime should you do for perfunctory things that your palace appreciates!"

Lin Yuan: Ye Di, you are trying to sell me! Cross the river and demolish the bridge, isn't it?

"Weichen...convict."

"This is the following crime!" Chang Shu's eyes swept across Mu Qingchen, and softly said, "However, this palace reads for the sake of your recent running and toil for the servants, and you are expected to equalize your merits and demerits."

She said the word "horse" seriously, which meant to remind Mu Qingchen that Lin Yuan had no credit but hard work. Ever since Da Mu Qingchen Lei Pi was not dead, Chang Shu had always summoned Lin Yuan to the inner court. The people in the palace thought that Mu Qingchen was badly injured, and he had been recovering his body.

The reason for the balance of merits and demerits is very appropriate, not reluctant. By the way, she can also show her tolerance.

It is a good thing for her own wife to change to the tolerant route. No matter how happy Mu Qingchen is, he can't hurt her face in front of the slave.

Thinking of this, a smile slowly oozes from his calm face.

"In that case, Shu'er, you might as well do it to the end and reward the old **** to Lin Yuan."

Thunder blasted Lin Yuan and the old eunuch's roof.

"Okay, okay, love at dusk also has spring, old lovers finally get married!" Yi Xiaobai replied, slapped slapped.

Chang Yuan nodded by default.

Chang Shu has a feeling of playing off the hook. What kind of sin has been done in this life, and met such a consort. She remembered a line: It must be a special fate to become a family along the way.

What's even more depressing is that the boyfriend still watched the excitement and urged on the sidelines: "Hurry up, godsend!"

Lin Yuan and the old eunuch's lips were pale, they looked at Chang Shu nervously, their eyes full of worry. Neither of them can imagine that the rest of their lives will be facing each other's dry old face.

"Our palace...for example, we can only ask about the harem, and we have no right to interfere. Let this palace tell the mother and concubine to discuss this matter."

Song Ming mother concubine?

The love story of two old men...Don't scare her old man out of illness.

Chang Shu is struggling to ride a tiger and thinks that the best way is to drag backwards. Many things, dragging and dragging will not stop...

"How's it going to be?" She stubbornly looked at Mu Qingchen, her eyes full of resentment, just like an aggrieved little cat.

Mu Qingchen couldn't stand her using this trick the most, as if he had done something sorry for her.

"...Shu'er said that I owe it to you." She took a sip of tea, and pretended to reprimand Lin Yuan Yitong, saying that he and the old **** were crazy about love, disregarding palace rules, and disobeying the ancestors' etiquette. They were so ashamed that their old faces were like monkey buttocks, and they wanted to take off their belts and hang themselves on the spot.

Fortunately, the effort paid off. After a quarter of an hour, Mu Qingchen was tired, waved his hand lazily, and drove them to leave.

In the end, he came out very shamelessly: "Every day, it's too hard to learn!"

Chang Shu: "..."

It's you who are trying to grind the old lady.

Returning to the sleeping hall, Chang Shu was neither sitting nor standing. Under the instruction of Mu·Inhuman·Qing Chen, he found a piece of open land and squatted.

That's right, squatting.

Mu Qingchen sat on the footrest beside the bed, staring at her, making troubles: "Are you willing to confess, or should I ask each sentence?"

Chang Shu decisively chose the latter, quibbling: "Just now in Hua Ting...not all that...clear."

"You give me a try again!" Mu Qingchen scolded her, "His Royal Highness, I'm out there to show you a face! I'm so foolish! That's weird, you are a fool, I am a man. Who, don't you have any points in your heart!"

Humph, so fierce!

Chang Shu's nose was sour and red, and her red lips pressed straight up.

Eyelashes trembled lightly, peeking at Mu Qingchen. This majestic tone, and the temperament that is two-five-eight-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand temperament...not at all like a frail sick seedling...

"Qing Chen... are you sober?" Chang Shu asked hesitantly.

"If I am not sober, can I train my wife here... squat!"

Chang Shu was sad for a moment. I am not awake early in the morning and not awake late in the evening, but at this time I am awake. According to the experience of the previous training, it is less likely that Mu Qingchen's ears will become calluses.

She had a little expectation when she was about to change her usual time, but she couldn't help but be different now. She is pregnant. You need to desperately protect your innocence.

Mu Qingchen saw her little white rabbit-like horror in his eyes, very useful, and leaned back comfortably: "Let’s clarify today’s matter first, and then count the night of the hearing, you slander What I don’t do!"

In the second half of the sentence, Mu Qingchen's words were quite clear, and he paused every word.

Chang Shu's heart beat like a drum.

"Little Chenchen~"

"Don't act like a baby with me!" Mu Qingchen severely criticized.

The beauty plan has failed. Chang Shu lowered her head in despair, thinking alone, or else... if you get lost, tell Mu Qingchen about your pregnancy, so that your child won't be protected when he is ruined for a while.

"Qing Chen, tell you something!"

"I won't listen!" The beauty trick failed to confuse me, and wanted to change the way to delay time, right? I didn't let you succeed.

"You must listen." Chang Shu was determined, stepping forward and holding her face.

"Pick up your ears and listen!"

"I am pregnant!"