Rotten Terrier

"Mu Qingchen was struck by lightning!"

The 29th year of Dahua Jiasheng, the first day of July. A piece of the latest royal gossip, the whole emperor is boiling.

A team of Hu Shang passed the customs certificate and entered the West Market. They traveled day and night, quite tired. They entered a small stall, ordered a few bowls of lamb soup, and asked the stall owner: "Mu Qingchen? Princess Mu Ning? Mu Qingchen?"

The stall owner nodded and opened the lid happily, and the steaming mist instantly rose.

A person from Xinluo also came in with his hand: "Mu Qingchen, who was named a 19th bachelor by the Holy Supreme?"

The stall owner nodded again and said, yes.

Suddenly, whether the merchants or the people of Xinluo, they all raised their voices and asked in unison: "It's Mu Qingchen who gave the nickname "Tiger Butt" to him!?"

If you dare to provoke her, she dared to plan your ancestor's grave within three days, drag the 18 ancestors out of it and whip the corpse, so that your ancestor gave you a dream of Mu Qingchen!

There is no human relationship in her heart, she is the representative of utter conscience.

The capital, the imperial city, and the palace, wherever there are living entities, "seeing Mu Qingchen taking a detour" is regarded as the golden rule.

The two sighed and sighed, "Sure enough, the evil will come!"

Cang Dang.

The stall owner's pot lid fell to the ground in fright, and he made a silent gesture, beckoning them to keep silent. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, the stall was already crowded with customers, from Fulin, Persia, Daqin, Xiao Bolu... all spoke with foreign accents and asked him to talk about this rare "thunder smashing door" in a century.

The stall owner didn’t know anything about it, guessing that most of them arrived in Beijing today, so they had to tell them the gossip that spread yesterday: "This is a long story, so I’m going to make a long story short with you. The main thing is that my stall is still doing business... "

A few people waited impatiently, and shouted a few words, so that he could tell the story of the future, one to five to ten.

The stall owner rubbed his nose in a cold tone, and said seriously: "The reason is that Mu Qingchen wanted to divorce his wife yesterday, and the eldest princess!" He was afraid that he could not say clearly enough, and emphasized, "Quit the eldest princess Mu Ning Chang Shu!"

"what!"

Everyone was horrified.

The princesses of the Dahua dynasty are distinguished, and they are the only ones who can give up the princess.

The stall owner made an exaggerated expression: "As you can imagine, Long Yan is furious! What is this called? The wrath of the emperor, the anger of the sky! So," he lamented, "At three quarters, she just left the Vermilion Bird Gate. I was struck by a thunder from the sky! The patrolling Jin Wuwei was so scared that he fell off his horse!"

"Wow!"

A Chinese man thrown off his fan and asked curiously in bad Chinese: "The princess Mu Ning is noble and elegant, she is unparalleled in appearance, and she has always been in love with Mu Lu Ma, besides... Mu Lu Ma Yingwu is superb. What's wrong?"

There must be tricky.

"This is unclear. How can I wait for the little people to spy on royal secrets? However, Mu Qingchen...I'm afraid that he won't survive." This thunder struck down, and it surely smashed people out of focus and tender in the inside. The stall owner shrugged, turned his face to look at the sky of Walanwalan, his eyes were far-reaching, he raised his hand and put his cheek in a contemplative manner...

The crowd followed his guidance, and their minds were also erratic. In the heat of the scorching sun, they drifted out of the West Market Gate, drifted to the northeast, and drifted into the residence of the Sixteen Kings.

House of Sixteen Kings, Princess Mu Ning Mansion, Yu Huazhai.

Grey floor tiles. The huge yard. The chaotic and jumbled footsteps in the hospital, doctors, eunuchs, palace maids, maids, government soldiers... shuttled back and forth like a spinning top.

Under the veranda on the right, a woman in a azure dress is standing in the breeze. The thin yarn is as thin as a cicada's wings, making her look like a light butterfly.

She held a pink silk-faced folding fan in her right hand. The silk ribbon of the peach blossom fan shook because of her trembling body, and the palace servants knelt on her left and right. Zhi dripped down to the ground along the brow bone.

The smell in the nose is full of raw and cooked medicinal materials, and the taste becomes stronger and stronger, like a mourning bell that rang quickly.

The door of the front room opened, and the door shaft "creaked".

The white-bearded old men from the Imperial Medical Office staggered out, looking like they had lost most of their three souls and seven souls.

The imperial physician ordered Lin Yuan to choke and said: "His Royal Highness, please forgive the veteran for helplessness!" He burst into tears and kowtowed with everyone. "The official skills are shallow, and I really don't know what medicine can cure the sky and thunder."

Chang Shu squeezed Peach Blossom Fan's fingers gradually, and the joints showed a hideous paleness.

After a long while, her Lingling tone trembled slightly: "How is the consort now?"

"At the time of dying, it is in decline."

Hearing this, Chang Shu staggered and sat down on the edge of the railing.

The cries of the maidservants suddenly sounded, slowly, slowly converging into a stream, echoing in the courtyard, like the Sanskrit chants of the monks, with lingering sounds.

Mu Qingchen's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, only to feel that something disturbed her clear dreams. Her dreams were dark, with a faint mist shrouded in her side.

They turned into fishing nets and trapped her in them, making her unable to move. The nets gradually tightened and almost severed her chest. She struggled and yelled painfully, and the fishing nets suddenly broke.

With cold sweat on her forehead, she sat up abruptly, gasping for breath.

Everything in front of me is familiar, the familiar Persian crocheted carpet, the familiar gilt hexagonal incense burner, and the familiar lion curtain.

Mu Qingchen felt relieved and patted his chest to show comfort, but he felt something was wrong when he patted.

Where's my breast wrap?

She bowed her head and rubbed her chest. Although it was flat, she still needed to wrap it up.

Wait, why should I wrap my breasts? Was there a wrap before? Is it to hide my identity as a woman?

hiss-

Why is the brain not working well?

She raised her hand to her temple, trying to remember. As soon as I looked up, I saw Chang Shu standing at the door.

Chang Shu's lips moved for a while, and the excitement and joy in his eyes were self-evident. He hurriedly rushed into her, half annoyed and half resented: "You scared me to death!"

Her fragrant body was soft, teasing Mu Qingchen's heart moved, and when she was about to raise her hand to circle her, her neck felt cold for a moment. Those were Chang Shu’s tears, which slid all the way down to her collarbone, first rib, chest...

Chest!

Mu Qingchen was shocked, pushed Chang Shu away, and Luo Jin was hugged in his arms.

Chang Shu didn't think much, sat back, holding her face worriedly, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Without waiting for Mu Qingchen's answer, she hurriedly left the same way. When she came back, she was followed by a dark old man behind her. The one in the lead was a big head, Mu Qingchen knew, it was the imperial physician Ling Yuan, and the princes and princes called him "Big Head Yuan" in private.

He and all the eunuchs looked at each other, seemingly unbelievable that Mu Qingchen could withdraw his foot from the gate of Guimen, stepped forward, and looked at Mu Qingchen's complexion. The sick Mu Qingchen was the same as before, with cold eyes and cold eyes. There are two ridicules in the inside: "Mu Luma, please stretch out your wrist, and the lower officer will check the pulse for you."

Mu Qingchen suddenly struck him with a stab.

Seeing her fierce light in her eyes, Lin Yuan shrank her neck, and said in her heart, "When it's over, I'm going to dig my family's ancestral grave."

Chang Shu patted Mu Qingchen through the quilt, signaled her not to make trouble, and then said a few words of comfort to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan was guarded by Chang Shu, a little bit bolder, took out the small occipital sac from the medicine box, held it in front of Mu Qingchen, and asked her to put her wrist on it.

Mu Qingchen was like an enemy.

Huh, take the pulse?

Wouldn't it be able to see through my daughter's body.

Lin Yuan was getting older, and couldn't bear the psychological torture that Mu Qingchen gave him, and he just felt like a man on his back. He retracted the occipital sac and explained to Chang Shu that the horse was in a trance, and he was afraid that he was frightened, so let's prescribe the soothing medicine first.

Chang Shu also found that Mu Qingchen was not right, and summoned Aunt Chuyue and told her to take Lin Yuan to Zhaopeng Pavilion first.

Upon seeing this, the emperor's doctors saluted Chang Shu one after another, vying to follow suit, as if one step at night, Mu Qingchen would swallow them alive.

Chang Shu didn't care, with a heart hanging on Mu Qingchen's body, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her sleeves: "Why don't you let Lin Yuan show you? Are you hungry? I'll let the dining room give it to you Would you like to make some food?".

Mu Qingchen shrank back, folded his palms horizontally, saluted her, and said solemnly: "The princess's will, and the courtiers have accepted it. After all, you and I are only fake couples in name. Such intimacy is very unreasonable."

After that, I looked around and added a sentence, today is the Weichen overstepped.

After speaking, he jumped out of the bed and slept straight on the ground, not forgetting to wrap himself into a long worm with the brocade quilt in his arms.

She turned her head, winked at Chang Shu obediently, and said in her eyes, "Said to sleep separately for three years, but I suddenly went to your bed, I'm really sorry".

Chang Shu's hands are still wiping sweat, what? Fake couple? Her expression sank, and said angrily: "Mu Qingchen, please tell me if you are happy."

First, he ran to the father to make peace, and now he was going to sleep separately. The little belly looked like a jerk.

Mu Qingchen said earnestly: "The princess has misunderstood, and the Weichen is not unhappy."

"I beat you yesterday...I was wrong," Chang Shu Gu Nianmu Qingchen was still ill, stepped to her side and squatted down, pressing her warm palm against her right cheek, and said distressedly, "It hurts."

"Weichen did not do the right thing, the princess should teach the Weichen."

Chang Shu wondered, wondering why she had shared with herself? Suddenly, she added another sentence: "The horse has always been a slave to the princess, and it is more reasonable for the master to teach the slave."

"you!"

Chang Shu stood up coldly and stood up: "Okay, Mu Qingchen, you are so good!" She screamed and walked away without looking back. When she walked to the door, she paused, as if she was waiting. Mu Qingchen stayed.

Mu Qingchen suddenly realized that he hurriedly opened the quilt, got up and sat down on her knees, bowed her waist and bowed to her respectfully: "Send your Royal Highness respectfully."

Chang Shu was so angry... almost fainted.

With a flick of his sleeve, he stepped out of the threshold and stepped down.

Just as a heat wave blew, the wind chimes on the corner of the gallery made a jingle and jingle, suddenly far and near, and Chang Shu felt a little relieved. She unfolded the peach blossom fan to block the scorching sun above her head.

The maidservants under the veranda were led by Aunt Chuyue. They lined up behind Chang Shu in an orderly manner. They all wore dark blue skirts, looking from a distance, they looked like a tail drawn with a sheep's brush. . Follow Chang Shu around the small pool in the center of the courtyard, around the moon gate, and around the gravel path.

"Princess, the maidservant has taken Lin Yuan to Zhaopeng Pavilion and waited." Aunt Chuyue replied.

Chang Shu didn't answer, but told him to let Niu Juhua return to the horse and wait on her.

Chuyue responded, lowered his eyebrows and nodded, stepped aside, and walked in the opposite direction.

Cow Chrysanthemum is a small **** in the princess's mansion. He is not tall and has a fat body, but his skin is white. He is nicknamed "Public Snow Father".

When Mu Qingchen was struck by lightning, he happened to shrink in the corner to hold an umbrella, and was accused of being a guardian of ineffectiveness, and he was punished to kneel in the front yard.

Hearing Chu Yue said that Mu Qingchen woke up, got up hurriedly, limped and ran to Yuhuazhai, clumsy, and fell several times in the middle.

When he ran to Mu Qingchen, his chubby face was blue and purple. He wiped his tears and nose indiscriminately. He cried and said to Mu Qingchen, "Come on, you are fine. The minion must be buried with him."

Mu Qingchen had a deep relationship with him, wiped his face, and asked him: "The princess punished you?"

Cow Chrysanthemum waved his hand: "The minion didn't protect you. The princess should punish the minion."

He sobbed badly, and his cheeks trembled with fat. Then he wondered: "Why do you sleep on the ground?"

Mu Qingchen said casually: "It's too hot, it's cool on the ground."

Niujuhua Hanhan nodded, thinking she made sense, the ground was covered with cypress, and the temperature was very suitable. In midsummer, it is indeed a good place to sleep.

"The servant will make you a mattress." He stopped crying, went around the hollow stone screen, ran into the left wing, and ran back in a short while, with an extra mattress in his hand.

He proficiently laid it on the ground and evened its four feet: "The ground is hard, the slave is afraid that you will be in the middle, so I will make a thick bed for you. The warehouse has bought some first-grade Mu Chen Yunxiang, a total of 20 pieces, for a while. I asked them to send some to drive away the worms on the ground..."

Mu Qingchen rolled his eyes, only to say that the problem he was nagging had committed again, and sent him out of the way.

Niu Juhua was reluctant to give up to her, and after a heavy knock, he got up and walked to the basin stand, picked up the water basin and walked out, and by the way, he threw the white cotton kerchief on his shoulders and planned to take it away.

Mu Qingchen's eyes lit up immediately, feeling that this veil was just right for wrapping his chest, and immediately called to him: "Chrysanthemum, give me the veil."

Niu Juhua squeezed a few times, put the basin full of water on the ground, and held the veil to her.

Mu Qingchen lifted the two corners of the veil, unfolded it and turned it left and right, and used his fingers as a ruler to measure the size on the edge of the veil.

Well, the length is right, my figure is thin, I can wrap around a circle and a half... Then I buried my face in and took a deep breath.

Niu Juhua was shocked, and the accent of Chengdu House was so scared that his accent went straight out: "Municipal, that's jio pa!"

Mu Qingchen froze into a stone sculpture: I am a fairy!