Rotten Terrier

Choosing a consort should not be hasty. Although it is a matter of imperial decree, Vantage is the emperor and has many considerations, such as blocking the world's leisurely mouth.

So there must be a process that should be there.

After all, Mu Qingchen didn't have a full-time official position, let alone a meritorious service. He was still a noble eldest princess by virtue of being the master.

After thinking about it for a while, Vantage decided to "listen to the sea" and ordered the Ministry of Households to draw up a roster and hand it over to Chang Shu for selection.

To put it bluntly, it's just a cutscene, when you choose to go and choose, the cohort still falls on Mu Qingchen's head.

Huiyi agrees with this matter. Choosing a consort is not a trivial matter. Although the process is cumbersome and time-consuming, it has taken care of the royal dignity and looks grand.

Chang Shu also had no objection, except that she was uncomfortable, she seemed to be sick, neither sitting nor standing. The heart mentioned his throat at once, banging all the time.

Its beating, as if taking away all the strength in the body, its limbs became limp.

His face was red and hot.

On the second day, he was so shy, he refused to see Mu Qingchen, and again applied for leave to the Imperial College.

He didn't even go anywhere in Miyagi, locked himself in the bedroom, let his temperament be, and ignored anyone.

Aunt Chuyue watched, not knowing how to persuade her.

After taking a nap in the afternoon, Chang Shu's waist began to ache again, and she lay on the couch, closing her eyes tightly. Aunt Chuyue brought the medicine and didn't leave after she drank it, and gently rubbed her waist.

Chang Shu opened her eyes slightly, and looked at a certain corner, "...aunt."

Chuyue responded in a hurry and slowly: "The princess has something on her mind."

Choosing a consort is a joyous event, but Chang Shu has been depressed and absent-minded. She watched Chang Shu grow up, understood her temperament, and she could detect even the slightest emotions.

"...I regret it."

"I regret choosing the cohort, or regret choosing Mu Qingchen as the cohort."

Chang Shu's eyebrows drooped, and he replied disappointedly: "I regret choosing Mu Qingchen."

"Do you like others again?" Aunt Chuyue asked.

As she spoke, she got up, lifted the curtains one by one, separated them one by one, and hung them back.

The fresh air and fresh wind, without any obstacles, were scattered and scattered, like a quilt, gently and softly covering Chang Shu's body.

"My palace, I don't like others." Chang Shu said, touching the Wangyou flower embroidery on the edge of the pillow with her fingers.

It was orange like the sun, warm but not strong. The flowers are very large, with seven petals in total, all curled downwards and inwards outwards, occupying a small half of the pillowcase.

Aunt Chuyue returned to her place: "Don't like others? Then... how can you regret it?"

"Because I am worried..."

Chang Shu suddenly went down, buried her face in the Forget Worry Flower, before saying a long time: "I'm worried that she doesn't like this palace."

Aunt Chuyue was pleased that she finally said what she was worried about, patted her vest, like coaxing a baby who was still in swaddling clothes to forget the troubles and noisy, and fell asleep peacefully: "Look at the maidservant, Mu Qingchen likes you."

Chang Shuguier raised her head, and then threw her emotions back to the bottom: "Auntie has never seen Mu Qingchen, how can she know whether she likes it or not? You don't need to comfort my palace."

"Do you still remember what you said to the servant girl that night? You said that Mu Qingchen was not good, because she was fierce. You also said that Mu Qingchen is good, because you are allowed to and endure you everywhere."

Aunt Chuyue took a break: "A surly person, why does he treat you differently from others?"

Chang Shu murmured: "Different from... others."

"Yes, have you ever seen her holding back to other people?"

"Of course not. With her temper, no one dared to ride her head wild..."

Chang Shu was halfway talking and stopped.

Chuyue’s aunt laughed at her fanatics: “That’s not the end. If you like someone, I want her to be happy. I would rather be wronged by myself, but also to accommodate her.

Let her..."

When Mu Qingchen thought of Chang Shu, he was full of mixed flavors, tasted the sweets, bitters, and salty, but still bite the bullet and came to the Imperial College.

She made up her mind, and from today onwards she will cut off friendship and contact with Chang Shu. To this end, he also drafted a slogan, "Everyone is responsible for refusing to break their sleeves."

It's a pity that the days are so long that she can't escape, she didn't see Chang Shu today.

The whole person suddenly fell like a frosted eggplant, with "uncomfortable" and "want to cry" written on every part of his face.

While the master was not paying attention to the lecture, Yi Xiaobaitou secretly smashed a ball of paper to her and asked her, why is she not at home?

Mu Qingchen told her with his eyes, "It's okay, I'm frustrated because the plan of breaking off friendship has not been implemented smoothly."

Yi Xiaobai stretched her neck high, lip-synching back to her: "I believe you are a ghost!"

Obviously the sour smell of broken-heartedness exuded inside and out.

Hey, ask what love in the world is.

After school, I wandered in the dusk for two days, stepping on the golden afterglow, moving towards home step by step.

On the way, Yi Xiaobai kept tapping his tongue, feeling that Mu Qingchen was finished. After strolling around the brothel of Pingkangfang, no one looked at it, turned his head and fell into Chang Shu's hands.

It's nothing, it's so cool!

And the more unpromising ones are yet to come-

"I want to come to Changshu to take leave. Could it be because of a fall yesterday? She has been arguing with backache." Mu Qingchen worried.

Yi Xiaobai just watched the show and reminded her: "Didn't you say you want to break up with her, just mention her when you open your mouth and shut your mouth."

"I, I am a caring classmate."

"There are so many classmates, didn't you care about others?" Yi Xiaobai said sourly.

She was still a classmate, she and Mu Qingchen grew up together, and they had never received Mu Qingchen's care.

Mu Qingchen seemed to be afraid that she would puncture something, turned his face away, and waved his hand casually, as if to say, forget it, don't mention it.

She didn't want to mention it, and it was natural that Yi Xiaobai didn't want to continue. After looking for an anecdote she heard recently, she said goodbye in front of Taipingfang.

Mu Qingchen dragged his heavy steps back to the Guogong Mansion. As soon as he walked to the gate of the mansion, he saw the door RV rushing towards him, nodding and bowing to her, very diligent.

"You can come back, there is a painter in the palace, waiting for you for a long time. If you can't wait any longer, you are going to leave."

The court... the painter?

Mu Qingchen's eyelids drooped, covering the doubts in his eyes.

The concierge was afraid that she would miss the hour, and ran to the hall again, to report to Mu Guogong and Jiahe.

Jiahe was the most uncomfortable, and asked the maidservant to pour a cup of tea for the painter, and asked him to wait a while, and she went to find Mu Qingchen in person.

When the front foot went out, the back foot hit Mu Qingchen at the corner.

She took Mu Qingchen's hand and said, "Chen'er, I don't know if I come back soon after school, so hurry up and go with my mother."

Mu Qingchen broke away from her, eyes defensive.

Jiahe knew that she was not close to herself, and explained with a smile: "Elder Mu Ning has chosen the main prince. There are a total of 77 Wuyi children on the roster, and you are also on the list. Everyone wants a portrait and presents it to the eldest princess. After a glance, the painter came to our house for the first time."

Mu Qingchen turned around and left like a ghost.

Jiahe couldn't take care of that much, and grabbed her again: "Chen'er is obedient and able to honor the Lord. It is the blessing and glory of you and the Mu family."

Mu Qingchen was a little bit frizzy: "You can do it, you can still do it."

Jiahe:...

About half an hour to beat the drum, the painter has drunk the tea and urged it presumably.

Mu Guogong smiled happily, and hurriedly ordered people to go to the garden to prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and asked him to go ahead.

After not taking two steps, it happened that Mu Qingchen was pulling with Jiahe, and suddenly he was out of breath. With a loud shout, he threatened and tempted Mu Qingchen to the backyard.

Mu Qingchen was not stupid, approaching the garden, taking advantage of the fact that they were not paying attention, he slapped the mud in the flowerbed and rubbed it on his face indiscriminately.

So that when the painter saw her respectful face, she felt a little...

I sighed that the mud was touched so evenly, except for the eyes and mouth, I couldn't see anything, like a black Kunlun slave.

What's more frightening is that Mu Qingchen grinned at him with a big shiny, solid white tooth. The moment he grinned, the mud on his face was especially black.

He squinted his eyes and said in a provocative tone, "Paintist, you can paint."

Painter: Let me paint your grandma's legs.