Rotten Terrier

"Mother... dear." Little Sugar Alcohol lay down on the barrier and shouted, "Wang Cai...bad...throw it away."

The simple words were spoken intermittently, but the mother and daughter were connected, and Chang Shu miraculously understood.

Good you Mu Qingchen, take advantage of me not to bully my girl!

She bent down again, picked up the bunch of candied haws, and found that they had all eaten ashes. She was so angry that she passed it to the cow chrysanthemum guarding the gate of Zhaopeng Pavilion: "Throw it away and let Deshun go. Buy a bunch from the West Market."

Niujuhua took the lead and flew away.

Chang Shu lifted her skirt upstairs and saw that the small sugar alcohol had gotten up and down the ground from the barrier, and she was looking for Mu Qingchen's theory with her hands on her hips arrogantly.

"You are bad... bad guy, hum."

"You pay...candied haws... pay me."

"Hate...you! Hate!"

Well, this doesn't deserve to be called a "theory" for the time being, because what the sugar alcohol can say is almost done.

And Mu Qingchen was still with an old god, with his arms around his chest nestled in the chair of the imperial master, with an expression of "You continue, I will watch you get angry quietly".

No matter how you look at it, it feels undue beating.

Chang Shu has the feeling of being bullied by the big devil and the big bad guy. He took three steps and took two steps and hugged the small sugar alcohol: "Mu Qingchen, why did you lose the sugar haws with sugar alcohol."

Mu Qingchen glanced at her sadly, rolled over in the magistrate's chair, closed his eyes and calmed down.

Chang Shu was stunned, and then remembered that it would not be good for the couple to quarrel in front of the child.

"Sugar alcohol, mother asked Deshun to buy it again. It's okay if you ask Aunt Chuyue to take you to the concierge and wait."

Of course it is! Little Sugar Alcohol's eyes were bright, and he ran to the ladder, spread his arms, and ordered the little **** under his head to hug her.

The cabinet quieted down.

Chang Shu nestled in Mu Qingchen's arms, and Xingshi asked, "Tell me honestly! Where did the little sugar alcohol provoke you!"

"You talk about you, you used to lick your face and asked me to have a baby for you, and you would abuse her when you gave birth."

Mu Qingchen "tsk", expressing his dissatisfaction with the word "abuse": "I accompany her to dig soil and catch insects every day, so I love her!"

When it comes to bugs...

Chang Shu felt uncomfortable: Yes, you are abusing me.

"How old is she, why should you breathe with her? Good teaching is not enough. She is two years old now, and she is a kind of academic age. Don't throw things in front of her."

This... makes sense.

Didn't the little sugar alcohol just throw away her "speaking notebook" immediately...

"Ah, my words!" Mu Qingchen sat up in shock, craned his neck and looked down, "Did you see it when you came?"

Chang Shu looked good at the show, and it took him a long time to say leisurely: "I didn't see it in the script, but I saw a picture of the secret drama of the Erotic Palace."

She took it out of her sleeve and waved it left and right.

Mu Qingchen was as happy as a mosquito about to have a full meal, and kept rubbing his hands: "It's with you. Give it to me soon."

Chang Shu avoided her outstretched hand and said righteously: "You are guilty!"

What's the crime of looking at the secret drama of the Erotic Palace!

In the great world, men and women of the world, who doesn't have a lot of emotions and desires.

Mu Qingchen quibbled: "I didn't just watch it for you. Wife and wife's life is a matter of learning, and you will learn when you live."

"Don't be pessimistic!" Chang Shu got up from Mu Qingchen's arms, got up from Mu Qingchen's arms, and took two deep breaths of the fragrance of the trees in the air, just to refresh his mind and body.

"The first sin. You look at the **** pictures in front of sugar alcohol. No quibble is allowed. My palace will observe the details and won't wrong you." Otherwise, how could the candied haws and the album be thrown downstairs at the same time.

"Second sin. As the master, you didn't play the leading role of self-cleaning and self-cleaning."

The so-called upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked. Fortunately, the album was picked up by her. If picked up by the minions, the door of her Princess Muning's mansion would definitely be ruined. At that time, the album of the Erotic Palace will be flying all over the sky.

"The third sin...ah..."

Mu Qingchen grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. The Grand Master's chair couldn't bear the weight of the two, and shook it violently.

"go on."

Chang Shu rubbed her face: "The third sin, the album you dropped hit someone's head, it hurts~"

The tremolo of the last two words is alive and coquettish.

Mu Qingchen felt softened: "I will help you kiss... Boo!"

It was only after the kiss that the facts were revealed: "The album is a small sugar alcohol thrown down."

Chang Shu: Bastard, take advantage of me.

Deshun bought the candied haws back. No, it should be Kang. Carrying the bamboo handle, ran all the way into the house.

Little Sugar Alcohol sat by the doorman, his eyes straightened when he saw Deshun, he threw himself on his leg, yelling, "I want it."

Deshun took a bunch and gave it to her.

Mu Qingchen is making polo for small sugar alcohol. The ordinary polo is made of wood. The sugar alcohol legs are short and the strength is small. It is very difficult to play. Mu Qingchen found the bamboo and planned to make a hollow one, and then wrap it with animal skins. The round ones can also roll. Travel far.

By the way, there is also a ball stick, which needs to be made short to be worthy of a short man with a small sugar alcohol.

Chang Shu helped-feed her cherries.

From time to time, I chanted a sour poem: "The country is beautiful in late days, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. The mud melts and flies swallows, and the sand warms to sleep."

"Look at Qing Chen, the peach blossoms in this garden are all blooming! Do you like it?"

Mu Qingchen raised her head, where she saw a sea of ​​pink flowers. She smiled at Chang Shu: "People are better than Huajiao!"

Chang Shu was a little embarrassed. He glanced at her, handed a cherry, and chanted the poem again: "Ying pity with teeth and green moss, Xiaokou Chai Fei will not open for a long time. The garden is full of spring, and a red apricot..."

"Ahem... Rongben Palace thinks about a song again."

"Puff." Mu·Not holding back·Qing Chen laughed happily.

"Mother—" Xiaotangol took Deshun to disturb their two worlds.

"Mother, look, Grandpa Deshun... bought... a lot." She pointed to the bamboo handle with candied haws studded on Deshun's shoulder. With his arms wide open, he made an exaggerated gesture.

Chang Shu cooperated with a surprised expression, called her up and rubbed the top of her hair: "Are you happy then?"

"Happy...so happy."

Chang Shu followed the temptation and felt it was time to teach her what it means to "blessed and share"

"Then do you want to share your happiness and joy with us?"

Little Sugar Alcohol faced a problem again and asked humbly for advice: "How to share?"

Got the bait! Chang Shuyu replied earnestly: "For example... give a bunch of candied haws to your mother, and then share it with..."

"I understand."

It's really teachable!

Little Sugar Alcohol returned to Deshun and asked him to lower the bamboo handle, then took a few strings and handed them to the surrounding eunuchs and maids one by one. Finally, it was Chang Shu and Deshun.

"Isn't Wangcai?" Chang Shu looked at the string left in her hand and reminded.

Little Sugar Alcohol took a step back and hid it behind him: "Leave it to... Uncle Xiang..."

Mu Qingchen threw the half-made polo ball to the ground: Oh, it hurts this white-eyed wolf for nothing! ! !

Chang Shu finally knew why Mu Qingchen had thrown the candied haws downstairs-eating Xiang Ziyi's vinegar.

But I haven't mentioned it to her, which shows that I am not jealous.

But suddenly I was so stimulated by the small sugar alcohol... not fierce also became fierce.

As the sun sets, Mu Qingchen climbs to the top of the artificial hill alone, looking at the slanting sun.

The back rickets like an old willow tree.

Chang Shu stepped on the bulge on the rock wall of the rockery, came to her and sat down: "...Let you lean on your shoulders."

Mu·Pretending to be strong·Qing Chen squinted his chin, with "I am strong" written on his face.

This expression fell in Chang Shu's eyes, full of bitterness.

"What's the strength to compare with children, sugar alcohol is not sensible. Xiang Ziyi bought her a bunch of candied haws, she just remembered his?"

Children are so coaxing.

Mu Qingchen squashed his mouth: "Then I will make polo for her!"

"I even went to the East City to order a cricket pot that big!"

Speaking of cricket pots, here comes the thing.

Niu Juhua came and said: "Princess, the shopkeeper of the Li's pottery shop in Dongshi is here."

His foresight aimed at Mu Qingchen: "Say it is... The crickets ordered at their shop a few days ago have not been paid for!"

An ominous premonition surged in Chang Shu's heart, and her eyebrows were narrowed calmly.

But Mu Qingchen didn't realize it. She was completely jealous now, and she didn't have time to take care of anything else, and said impatiently: "The princess also asked them to see if they wanted to, let them take the silver and leave!"

Chang Shu asked, "How much money do you... owe someone?"

"One two... three hundred two."

"Three hundred taels!" One cricket basin is only three hundred taels!

"This is not an ordinary cricket pot, a clear clay pot, made to order, and it is also made by Suzhou Ye Hongqing. The engraved'Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea' is so good and lifelike..."

My palace can't appreciate a broken clay jar!

Chang Shu stared at her angrily, and flew down from the rockery.

"Shu'er, did you just leave like this?" Mu Qingchen shouted to the away wife.

"...Don't you want to lend a shoulder to me?"

"...At least take me down..." How can I go down here?

Chang Shu didn't look back: "I thought about you on your own!"

Woo, after losing the sugar alcohol, I lost my daughter-in-law again.

Fortunately, there are cow chrysanthemums.

"Chrysanthemum, you come up to help the boyfriend down."

Niu Juhua smiled, her smile full of embarrassment. The eldest princess can talk, let you stay on top, the minion can't go against it!

He patted the waist of his bucket, and said, "The servant, the minion is so fat that he can't do it to climb up."

"You wait, I'll call the army soldiers to rescue you." After speaking, he ran away.

So Mu Qingchen waited and waited until the last afterglow of the setting sun disappeared...Wait until the night was dark and the willows were on the moon.

Chang Shu on this end was looking at all kinds of sadness in the cricket basin on the table. She wanted people to take this thing out and throw it away, but she felt a pity that she had lost the three hundred taels of snowflake silver.

It would be wasteful to keep it for stick insects.

Aunt Chuyue suggested: "It's better to use it to make pickles!"

Niu Juhua suggested: "It's better to use it to make wine!"

Deshun suggested: "It's better to use it to soak your feet!"

Chang Shu:...

One is more disgusting! !

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