Rotten Terrier

Since raising his ideological consciousness to a higher level, Mu Qingchen "served" Chang Shu to work hard, and every time he was very satisfied with Chang Shu.

If you use one word to describe it, it's called "don't extricate yourself."

This promotes the degree of affection between the two.

study. Cool couch.

"Yeah~" Mu Qingchen found a comfortable posture in Chang Shu's arms, like a pet that only asked the owner to comfort him. It's like a small sugar alcohol asking Chang Shu to hug.

Chang Shu wrapped her belt around her fingertips, then loosened it all, then twisted it again... Repeatedly, by the way, he spoke highly of Mu Qingchen: "I performed so well tonight."

Mu Qingchen seemed to be not so tired, turned over, leaned over Chang Shu's pillow, looked at her affectionately, her bright spring face was all in her eyes: "Why... do it again?"

Chang Shu rarely talks about this stuff, let alone praise, she won't mention it at all, unless Mu Qingchen forces her to ask her, she will reluctantly perfuse her.

It's rare for her to be interested tonight, and Mu Qingchen wanted to make persistent efforts.

Chang Shu chuckled twice and poked Mu Qingchen's cheeks. Every time she did this, she would add the sentence "I want to be beautiful", but tonight she said: "Okay!"

Mu Qingchen: Sure enough, my technique is so good that Her Royal Highness can't extricate herself from it!

"However," Chang Shu hooked two strands of hair at her fingertips, and brushed the contours of Mu Qingchen's eyebrows and eyebrows for a while, and said domineeringly, "I'm up and down."

Mu Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and then... fell straight down, as if going to death generously, causing Chang Shu to laugh.

The silly appearance is exactly the same as a small sugar alcohol.

Anyway, the whole body and even the bones read "Come on! Happy!" It felt like a little withered seedling that had been exposed to the rain for a long time, as if it was about to die if it was delayed for a while.

Chang Shu: "..."

Mu·Can't wait·Qing Chen took off the hair crown, and the blue silk vented straight down his head, even his eyes became bright and resolute. After everything was prepared, she sent a kind invitation to the person she was with: "Shu'er, don't pity me."

Chang Shu: "You are not beautiful!"

"Come on." Mu Qingchen completely ignored the face of the nineteenth bachelor and the dignity of the tiger's ass, just for a spring night. This is a great sacrifice.

How could Chang Shu let her sacrifice in vain, leaning over and holding her face, each other's body temperature suddenly rose, slowly crossing into each other's chest... Breathing trembling simultaneously.

"His Royal Highness, the little master is awake, crying to be with you." Outside the room, a little maidservant did not know each other. She had been guarding outside the room, listening to the "fierce battle" between the two of them completely, and heard them three times. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole on the spot and bury her face in it. While thinking about which piece of land would be better to dig, a little **** came and said that the princess was to rush over to Yu Huazhai. Ask her to pass the message on her behalf.

She thought of passing the pass and passing it, and it was not a big deal, but as soon as she knuckles and knocked on the door, she heard the fourth battle inside.

Wow, the princess's physical strength is really good!

However, the little **** urged him in a hurry, saying that the little lord is the darling of the princess, and he is crying now. The princess knows, we must be blamed for the inability of the servants.

Now the little maidservant is in a hurry, the little master on the other end can't offend, nor can the tiger's **** on this end offend. What kind of temper is Mu Qingchen, these people in Long Princess's Mansion know best.

Alas, that's all, people are inherently dead, so let's die here today. For the sake of the little master, I will fight for it!

Both Chang Shu and Mu Qingchen in the room had a meal.

After breathing evenly, Chang Shu said, "...I'll come as soon as I go."

Mu Qingchen was like a child whose toys had been snatched from him, hugging Chang Shu and not letting go. What do you mean, the bow is full, and the arrow is wound. It's just the last step. If you say stop, then stop: "Let's go after the intimacy. It won't be long."

"Be obedient," Chang Shu pecked at Mu Qingchen's earlobe, "You go to bed first."

Mu Qingchen: Who the **** can sleep.

Early the next morning, Mu Qingchen went up to face with two dark circles under his eyes, standing behind the civil and military officials, yawning non-stop, knocking his head, as if he could fall to the ground and sleep at any time.

Vantage looked from a distance, wishing to take off her dragon boots and smash her to death! After a few more glances, the mood of going to the early morning is gone, and everyone feels noisy when talking.

Angrily waved his sleeves and said "retreat".

It would take half a day to get it from the early days. During this period, Chang Shu can dominate the small sugar alcohol. To celebrate, after sending away Mu Qingchen, he hurriedly ordered people to prepare a carriage, and planned to take the sugar alcohol to go shopping in West Market, buy two novel gadgets, to make the sugar alcohol happy.

"Eat, eat..." The number of times that the small sugar alcohol came to the West Market can be counted with one slap. I just remember that this place is very crowded and there are so many delicious things.

Chang Shu adjusted the tiger-head hat on her head: "Tell my mother what you want to eat?"

Little Sugar Alcohol stretched out his short, fat arm, and pointed at a small vendor wearing a white turban at the end of the street.

Chang Shu raised her foot and walked over. Seeing a Tianzhu man who bought and tossed cakes, she touched the bulging belly of a small sugar alcohol: "Is that a big cake enough to eat?"

"You can eat... Mother... Eat together."

"Really a good child of my mother."

Deshun hurriedly paid the money, Wu Zi took a lotus leaf on the table and spread it out in his hand, caught the hot tossing cake, wrapped it up, and handed it to the small sugar alcohol.

"Little master, be careful."

No matter how many small sugar alcohols are, he held the tossing cake in his arms and did not let go, just opened his mouth and bit, and then burst into tears.

"Wow—hot—"

Chang Shu's heart was so painful that she coaxed her anxiously and said, "It's fine for mother to blow."

Little sugar alcohol spit out his tongue: "It hurts."

Deshun was full of self-blame, and he hunched: "The minion will go and buy a bowl of herbal tea for the little master."

Xiao Tang Tan glanced at the bowl of green herbal tea. He didn't mean to drink it. He just spit out his tongue, and then dipped it into the tea. Before long, he showed a comfortable expression on his face.

Deshun holding a tea bowl: As expected of Mu Luma's own life, his way of thinking is very personal.

"Hmm!" Xiaotangol suddenly changed his face, and then retracted his tongue and complained, "Bitter, bitter."

Naturally, herbal tea will be a bit bitter. Chang Shu was amused by the little sugar alcohol, raised her fingertips slightly, and asked Deshun to take the tea bowl away: "Mother will buy you sweets to eat and it won't be bitter."

"Sugar!" Little Sugar Alcohol's attention was successfully shifted, "Eat sugar...buy sugar." She pushed the tossing cake to Deshun, and said, "The cake is broken...burn me."

After speaking, he was still puzzled, and he snorted viciously at the tossing cake. The people around were happily watching. Chang Shu scratched the tip of her nose, half helplessly and half lovingly, saying, "You, naughty."

"Sugar is here!" A bunch of candied haws wrapped in glittering icing was handed to the small sugar alcohol, all plump and red. Little Sugar's eyes straightened, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with saliva.

She looked up at the candied haws and found that the uncle who handed the candies was very faceless. No, no, Wangcai said, you can’t eat sweets given by strangers.

Xiao Tang reluctantly retracted his hand and buried his face in Chang Shu's shoulder.

"Master Xiang?" Chang Shu would also meet Xiang Ziyi here by accident, remembering that the last time I met, he still set up a full moon wine for the sugar alcohol, and Mu Qingchen invited him to have a drink in the house.

Mu Qingchen's little belly chicken intestines, asking others to eat wine is a fake, but it is true that they should respond to others. Deliberately hugged the small sugar alcohol to Xiang Ziyi, and took a bite of "Ms. Xiang, do you think my small sugar alcohol looks exactly like me?"

Where's the face? Obviously before, I disliked sugar alcohol and looked like an old man, so I didn't want to hug it.

Xiang Ziyi heard the doubts in Chang Shu's words and explained: "There have been a few small thieves in the West Market these past two days. I will bring people to patrol the streets."

Little Sugar Alcohol raised his face immediately, ah, my mother knows this uncle, so... Uncle is not a stranger, can I take this bunch of candied haws?

"Sugar alcohol, come, take it." Xiang Ziyi handed the candied haws two points forward, winking at the sugar alcohol.

"Mother?" Little Sugar Alcohol wanted very much, but he was afraid that Chang Shu would disagree. He hugged her face and gnawed two circles of saliva marks on his chin.

Chang Shu couldn't bear this please: "Take it, take it."

Xiaotangshu twisted in excitement, leaned out to take the candied haws, and sucked and sucked: "Thanks...Thanks."

Xiang Ziyi touched her tiger-head hat: "You're welcome."

"hug!"

Xiang Ziyi seemed surprised, but pointed at himself: "I hold it?"

Little Sugar Alcohol nodded: "Hmm!"

Adults like to hug her, the emperor's great-grandmother, the emperor's grandfather, and the imperial concubine's grandmother... all of them. So she once thought that she had magical powers, whoever hugged her would get magical powers. Such a hug is absolutely the supreme glory!

Today, for the sake of this bunch of candied haws, she decided to give this uncle a portion of glory. In the words of the emperor and grandfather, this is called "all the rain and dew."

Chang Shu said: Your hug is really cheap, and you can buy candied haws for two cents.

"Look at Wangcai!"

As soon as he passed the mansion gate, Xiao Tang could not wait to ran back to Yuhuazhai holding candied haws, and saw that no one in Yuhuazhai ran to Zhaopengge without stopping. At that time, Mu Qingchen was slumping in the teacher's chair under the eaves of the second floor, reading the script, still not taking off his official uniforms.

Hearing the sound of stepping on the ladder, I knew that the sugar alcohol was bothering her again.

"Wangcai, take a look, Tangfulu."

This is quite smooth, but the final pronunciation is not accurate. Mu Qingchen murmured. He lifted his eyelids perfunctorily, and glanced at the red stuff dripping with water from the serial port...short oil~ I felt that I had no appetite for lunch.

But she still has to cooperate with Xiaotang's performance: "Wow, it tastes delicious at first glance!"

Little Sugar Alcohol is like a general who has won the battle, with a stomachache, and said in a spirit: "Give you... a bite."

It's all saliva who can take a bite!

"You eat, eat more!" Mu Qingchen pushed the candied haws back, continuing to read the script.

Little Sugar Alcohol climbed onto her lap and sat, flaunting: "Mother, take me... to the West Market... to play."

Mu Qingchen used the script to block his face: "Yeah."

"...Uncle Xiang... bought it for me."

"…Ok."

"…Ok?"

"...Um!" Mu Qingchen recalled, "Which Uncle Xiang?"

Little Sugar Alcohol looked at her with "I can't answer this question when I'm two years old". What do you call Uncle Xiang? I have only lived for two years, and I have seen such an uncle Xiang!

A gloomy light flashed in Mu Qingchen's eyes. He quietly took (stole) the candied haws and threw it out of the handrail.

"Oh, it flew away accidentally, oh ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Small sugar alcohol: "Wow—"

Not to be outdone, she grabbed the things in Mu Qingchen's hands and threw them out, hum, let me bury the candied haws you originally gave me.

Chang Shu came to Zhaopeng Pavilion to find lunch for the freshman and the young one. As soon as he walked to the head of the building, he was hit by a red weapon. The first reaction was that there was an assassin!

Then I saw a word of Ben flew up and hit her head again...

She covered the two big bags above her head, picked up the script and took a closer look, her face flushed.

Erotic Palace Secret Play Picture! ?

Who, dare to see such an unsightly thing in her princess mansion!

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My eyes are much better, thank you for your concern and understanding, and the recovery day is even better~~~