Rotten Terrier

Yi Xiaobai's mouth is the same as the waist of cotton trousers. It should be as loose and loose as possible. Within two days, everyone in the Imperial College knew that Mu Qingchen and Chang Shu "have a leg."

There is an old saying that "rumors stop at the wise". The Imperial College is called the highest institution in Dahua. Chang Shu believes that the students who can be admitted here are the ones who are about to become wise, with a pair of insights to distinguish right from wrong.

However... she thinks too much.

Gossip possesses the power to deceive people's hearts, flicking the wise heirs into mental retardation, and intensifying rumors.

She was already thin-skinned, and she came and went, and she still had the face to stay in the Imperial College.

After school, Chang Shu followed Mu Qingchen and Yi Xiaobai with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

Take up the courage and pull Mu Qingchen's cuffs.

Mu Qingchen stopped abruptly, staring at her: "What did you do?"

Chang Shu still lowered her head, embarrassed: "Can you... solve the rumors about us in the Imperial Prison."

Isn't it a tiger's butt? The sharp fangs and claws frightened them to see who would dare to chew their tongues in the future.

"Aren't you powerful and powerful, do you need me to go out?" Mu Qingchen despised Chang Shu.

She pulled her sleeves, trying to break Chang Shu's claws, but found that Chang Shu was really holding on too tightly. The two couldn't hold each other for a while, and each secretly worked hard, but the cuffs rattled and a large piece was torn off. .

Mu Qingchen was stunned, and Chang Shu was stunned.

Yi Xiaobai was so scared that she backed away again and again. According to her past experience, Mu Qingchen was going to get angry. By then, the sky would be dim, the sky would collapse and the earth would crack, and the wind would roar.

Chang Shu preemptively pushed the piece of cloth in his hand to Mu Qingchen: "It's all to blame you."

Mu Qingchen refuted her: "You hold on to me, but you blame me?"

The road is wild enough!

Ashamed, Chang Shu lowered his head again: "Isn't that in a hurry."

"You just came to the Imperial College, don't be serious about everything, everyone is playing around!" Mu Qingchen said in a bad tone.

Chang Shu didn't follow her, how could the innocence and reputation of Princess Mu Ning be used to make fun of her.

No, absolutely not.

Stirring his fingers, Xiang Mu Qingchen said softly, "I just fix the sleeves. Anyway, you have to solve the problem tomorrow."

Then he lifted his face and opened Shui Lingling's eyes, like an innocent and harmless little white rabbit: "Are you going to do it?"

so cute.

Mu Qingchen's heart thumped, jumped for a beat, and her calf was still slightly...weak.

This is a novel feeling that I have never experienced before, and it seems to be sweet and shy in my heart.

Although Mu Qingchen hadn't gotten close to any Zijun, but she read a lot of the book, even if the feeling flashed by, she could still catch it quickly.

The ghost replied: "Success."

Chang Shu smiled as if he was relieved, and his eyelashes quivered and trembling like a flapping butterfly wing. At that moment, Mu Qingchen stood still, only to feel that the light of heaven and earth had lost its color.

"Retractor." Chang Shu said more truthfully.

Mu Qingchen was really afraid of her, cocked his tail finger and handed it forward.

When the knuckles touched, they shook each other, and each took back quickly like pain.

Yi Xiaobai pinched his jaw, thinking deeply: If he didn't run, he must have a leg.

"Then I will leave first." Chang Shu said.

She seemed to be afraid of Mu Qingchen's remorse, turned around and ran away hurriedly, stopped at the street, and got into the carriage that took her daily.

When raising the driving curtain, he did not forget to turn his head and raise his arms, waving to Mu Qingchen.

There was still a smile on his face.

Mu Qingchen seemed to think of something, looked down at the incomplete cuff, and muttered, "...it broke..."

"Broken sleeves!!",

The night is quadrangular, and the full moon hangs high in the sky.

often

Shu tossed and turned on the huanghuali wood bed. She wanted to dream of Duke Zhou, but she dreamed about the fierce Mu Qingchen.

Don't sleep anymore!

She burst into flames, lifted the quilt, sat up, dazed in a daze, forced herself to take a moment, and thoughtlessly of Mu Qingchen, and even thought of...the moment when the hook was pulled, the hotness of her tail finger...

I can't forget it anyway.

Oops... It's really lingering.

Tonight it was Aunt Chuyue's turn to watch the night. She sat outside the hall with the quilt in her arms, hearing the rustling sounds and occasional sighs, she called out tentatively.

For a long time, no one answered, and she couldn't let go of her heart. She didn't know what happened to Chang Shu. She was dumbfounded when she came back from the Imperial College, and she didn't eat a few bites for dinner.

Even the third princess came to her to chat and relieve her boredom, but she was listless.

Aunt Chuyue is very puzzled, but it's not a few days since her mood has recovered, but she broke down again?

She walked in quietly and closed the door: "Princess?"

I opened the bed tent and saw that Chang Shu actually got up, her face buried in her knees, motionless, her long hair covered her shoulders like satin, all the way to her waist.

"But have you been upset?"

In the impression, Chang Shu has never been so lost and helpless.

"My palace... hates someone," Chang Shu raised her head and looked at Aunt Chuyue, her face filled with sorrow, "but I also think...she doesn't hate it at all."

Aunt Chuyue suddenly realized that she was uneducated, and she couldn't understand what Chang Shu said.

Sitting sideways on the couch: "Tell my aunt, how does she annoy you?"

Before Chang Shu was silent, he said, "I have a bad temper and rely on her father's willful actions all day long."

"How to act recklessly?"

Chang Shu was so speechless that she couldn't tell what A, B, C, Ding came, and the dark yellow candlelight dangled her shadow brightly and darkly, and said jerkily: "She...she is guilty of great disrespect...being insulting this palace is an ugly monster..."

Aunt Chuyue smiled: "What else?"

"...Being unruly, ordered someone to stop the palace carriage..." Unexpectedly, she was limped.

The one beside it seems to be gone.

Chang Shu suddenly looked like a flower that had lost its moisture. How could it be gone? It should be there?

Mu Qingchen was so bad that there must be more.

She rubbed her temples, thinking hard.

Aunt Chuyue asked again: "How do you think she doesn't hate it?"

This question seems to be much simpler. Chang Shu stretched her eyebrows a little: "She accompanies the palace to set the river lantern. I am afraid that the palace will miss the curfew, and invite the palace to stay at her house and let her room sleep with the palace."

"I'm afraid that my palace will be hungry, so I will send a supper to my palace. Tell me the story of her childhood. Give the school seat to my palace..."

"Also, it must be very beautiful to praise this palace."

Chang Shu suddenly became energetic. Speaking of Mu Qingchen's goodness as a treasure, she was still a little sad at the end, muttering: "...for the sake of her praise of the beauty of the palace, she doesn't care about her calling the palace ugly. Thing."

The two masters and servants spoke with each other, and Aunt Chuyue could understand her, she said, "Perhaps not only you don't hate her, but you also...like her a little bit."

Aunt Chuyue deliberately lightened the word "Like", as if she was afraid of disturbing the quiet night, her tone was long, like pale white smoke from an incense burner, circling around in the air, causing Chang Shu to panic in her heart.

She understood that the liking mentioned by Aunt Chuyue was the liking of love and affection.

"Auntie nonsense." Chang Shu argued.

She admits that Mu Qingchen is very good to her, but it doesn't mean that she will have a heart for Mu Qingchen because of this kind of goodness.

There are so many people who are kind to her. This year Mulan Qiudi, how many Wuyi children presented her hospitality, she hadn't seen it directly, and she could not forget Mu Qingchen.

That's right... Why does Mu Qingchen make her unforgettable...

Aunt Chuyue no longer answered, only said: