Rotten Terrier

Mu Qingchen continued to sit on the window sill, bathing in the moonlight, thinking about life.

Yi Xiaobai understood her feelings, and did not dare to disturb her digesting her own sexual orientation. He stayed with her for a while and went back to bed to sleep.

When I slept until dawn, I went down to the ground to stretch my waist, and saw that Mu Qingchen was still sitting in the same posture as last night.

Hey, hey, it seems that I haven't digested well yet.

She didn't ask anyone to come in and wait, she just put on her bachelor's uniform, combed her hair bun, opened the door and left, and when she came back, she brought a few light and delicious vegetarian dishes.

Carefully arrange the dishes and chopsticks, carefully waiting for Mu Qingchen, the master to eat.

For a moment, he pinched Lanhua's fingers, and learned how the old **** pinched his throat, and said respectfully: "Little lord Qingchen, man is iron rice or steel, and he panicked if he didn't eat a meal."

Unexpectedly, Mu Qingchen really listened to the persuasion, with two dark circles under his eyes, floating slowly like a ghost.

If it weren't for the blue sky and white sun, Yi Xiaobai would surely seize the door and flee.

"Xiao Bai, I want to understand one thing." Mu Qingchen grabbed her arm and said.

Yi Xiaobai made a profit, but failed to break away. He hooked his foot over the embroidered pier beside the table and sat down: "What's the matter?"

"The reason why I have such thoughts about Changshu is because I did not fully understand Zijun's goodness, the garden is full of spring, and I have to appreciate the flowers one by one before I know which one is beautiful. Secondly, Changshu is so beautiful. Bi Zijun looks good. I was confused by her face. As the saying goes,'embroidered pillow belly grass' is not useful'. She must be useless except for her physical appearance."

Mu Qingchen finished speaking in one breath, his face flushed with excitement, and Ji Er added: "What do you think?"

Of course, Yi Xiaobai also hoped that she would rein in the precipice. The emperor had already spread the word, and Vantage deliberately let her be the lord. This "lord" refers to Princess Mu Ning.

It is rumored that he is clever and sensitive, and Vantage is very pleased. One day he will see that Mu Qingchen is a broken sleeve. Then he will cry to Vantage...

It's strange that Mu Qingchen can't get his head off.

No, you can't die without saving.

A trace of awe-inspiring aura surged and surging in Yi Xiaobai's chest.

She decided to save Mu Qingchen out of trouble at all costs.

"Go!" Yi Xiaobai dragged Mu Qingchen out of the room, "Let's go to the brothel."

Seeing what is called Yingyingyan, Yanhuan is fat and thin, maybe Mu Qingchen can forget Chang Shu.

On the second day, Chang Shu became a coward, and the carriage stopped at the gate of the Imperial College, but she cowered and lingered to get out of the car. After the third mental construction failed, she ordered the little **** to turn around and return to the palace.

At the gate of the car shop, he called a halt again: "...it's better to go to the Imperial College."

The little **** replied respectfully, pulled the rein, and turned around again.

"It's this hour," Chang Shu lifted the curtain of the car, looking at the sun rising in the middle of the sky, "Forget it... go back to the palace."

Little eunuch:...

This time, she did not repent anymore, returned to the Hulan Hall, sat on the corridor stool, leaning against the red pillar, staring at the yellow daisy in the flower garden in a daze.

Thinking of Mu Qingchen, but also thinking of what happened to him.

When people around me saw it, they didn't dare to speak loudly for fear that it would disturb her quietness.

In the silence, Chang Shu came up with a sign—she might...probably...maybe...like Mu Qingchen, but only a little bit.

But why is it so annoying.

Could it be because Mu Qingchen is not her ideal type at all.

Let me ask which girl is not cherished for spring, despite her eldest princess status, but after all, she hasn't practiced the ability to be pure-hearted and low-hearted.

Therefore, I also had a longing for the future beloved.

Or a graceful and beautiful woman, or a resolute and handsome man...Anyway, he is not a cruel and hard-hearted person like Mu Qingchen.

Qi, I just have a good skin.

It can be called a typical representative of "gold and jade on the outside, but failure on the inside".

Father king

Didn't you want to recruit Mu Qingchen to be her husband? Seeing what the emperor father meant, it seemed that he liked Mu Qingchen very much. Even if it weren't her husband, he might be recruited to the second and third sisters...

The thought of this made my heart sour.

So he changed his mind and thought of Mu Qingchen's goodness.

First, always tolerate her.

Second, barely have a considerate side.

Third, let her bully, which is very interesting.

...

Thinking about it this way, she didn't seem to worry too much. She gradually stretched her smile and rubbed the tail finger of her right hand, as if there was still Mu Qingchen's body temperature on her head.

By the way, I promised to help Mu Qingchen mend up his sleeves.

"Auntie." Chang Shu sat down and called.

"The princess has an order?" Aunt Chuyue replied. She was pruning the branches of the daisy, put the scissors wrapped in red thread in the corner of the flower garden, and squatted.

"Let's accompany this palace to the embroidery workshop."

The embroidery room was in the southeast corner of Tai Chi Palace, a little far from Hulan Temple. Chang Shu accepted the fact that there was Mu Qingchen in his heart, and he felt much more relaxed physically and mentally, as if drinking from a mountain stream rock spring.

Therefore, there is no need to carry the child, and walk like a stroll in a leisurely courtyard. There were also maids in front of them carrying a small incense burner to lead the way, and a scent of elegant fragrance came to the nose.

In fact, to make clothes, you can send someone to the Hulan Temple, so you don't need to go there in person.

Aunt Chuyue recalled Chang Shu's troubles last night, and then took a peek at her leisurely moment. She knew everything in her heart. She didn't tell the truth and asked, "What kind of clothes does the princess want?"

Chang Shu explained: "It's not my palace, it's Mu Qingchen. My palace tore her bachelor's uniform and wants to make a new one for her."

Yo, I gave away clothes.

Aunt Chuyue was a little surprised. Whenever there was a New Year’s celebration, Chang Shu always received a gift in return. It was the first time she took the initiative to give a gift, and she was very caring.

The steward of the embroidery workshop set up a chair and a table in the yard, and then panicked to make a cup of tea.

The mother of the Embroidery Workshop brought a few exquisite embroiderers to Chang Shu.

"It's not a complicated job, it's just rushing to have it, tomorrow." Chang Shu sipped the tea ceremony.

Aunt Chuyue held the bachelor's uniform and handed it to the embroiderers.

After seeing the embroidered girl one by one, Chang Shu said again: "The style is the same as this one, pure, without flowers and no patterns, but the size has changed... That person is a girl, the Lord, the shoulders are wider than this palace. One inch, the waist is half an inch wide, and the head is half a head taller."

Having said everything that should be said, she retorted: "Anything else to ask?"

One of them spoke with a gentle voice: "Dare to ask the eldest princess, but the material needs to be exactly the same, I still want to change it."

This reminded Chang Shu to wake up, her eyes slid at the bottom of her eyes: "Naturally want the best."

The grandmother on the side was courteous and repeatedly said "yes" to promise that the new clothes would be sent to the Hulan Temple early tomorrow morning.

Chang Shu was not in a hurry to leave. She sipped the tea again, stroked her fingertips across the edge of the cup. She was silent for a long time, as if thinking about something, and whispered softly: "If you come, you will be at ease. I will be boring in this palace, and go to the storeroom again. Bar."

Go to the warehouse?

Are you planning to choose the clothes yourself?

Aunt Chuyue is very emotional, she is so virtuous, she didn't stay in the female college.

The mother also sighed, this is Cha Gang who has changed the law.

The storeroom in the Embroidery Workshop is the same as the storeroom beside it. There are new tributes, and some palaces use the leftover scraps, because they are stained with the word "royal", they dare not dispose of them at will, and they all store them in one place.

The mother wanted to find a way to stop Chang Shu from her head, but she was afraid that an accident might cause Chang Shu to misunderstand her with ulterior motives.

Then he set his head and opened the way.

"The materials made by Jiangnan Three Weaving can be delivered." Chang Shu asked on the road. Squeeze the handkerchief with fingertips and swing it.

The mother looked like a willow and the flowers were bright and bright, and she said openly: "I just arrived yesterday, but it was a pity that part of it was wet and mildewed during the shipping, but the rest is fine.