Rotten Terrier

Mu Qingchen felt that Chang Shu's eyes were like a hook with fire, he wanted to penetrate her flesh and pierce her chest.

She shrank her shoulders, grasping the placket with both hands, her knuckles appearing transparent.

"Don't, don't do it, you have something to discuss."

Mu Qingchen climbed up tremblingly, and backed up a few steps, until he was a safe distance away from her, then said again: "Don't you just take off your clothes--"

"Stop saying that word." Chang Shu scolded.

Mu Qingchen blurted out and asked, "Which word!"

"You!" Chang Shu screamed.

She seriously suspected that Mu Qingchen was the fool sent by God to test her. What other word could be other than "take off": "You deliberately **** me off!"

Mu Qingchen: Ah, Xinsi was discovered.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously showed a triumphant look. Chang Shu looked at it, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all on fire, burning hot.

The head of the hangover hurts along with it.

She bowed her head slightly, pressed and rubbed her temples, she couldn't help remembering that she was in danger by Mu Qingchen last night, her nose was sore, her eyes were red, and she shed a drop of tears.

Teardrops flashed in the bright morning light, hitting the quilt.

There were many people who made Mu Qingchen weeping, and the first time she met such a pitiful, it was as if she had done something heinous.

Obviously she was the poorest one last night, okay, walking staggering on the dark street with a drunk behind her back, and thiefly avoiding Wuhou's patrol.

Tired like an old dog.

If Chang Shu wakes up and doesn't thank her, it will be fine. Instead, she will be fierce, and forget her fierce. What's the matter with crying pear flowers with rain.

She chewed her fingers, moved back to the bed tentatively and sat down: "Are you really angry?"

Chang Shu lifted her face from her arm and glared at her.

Mu Qingchen's eyes turned aside, "Your clothes are stinking with alcohol, I'm afraid you can't sleep well... Besides, take off—"

"You still say it!"

Chang Shu was very angry now, squeezing his fist and hit Mu Qingchen's arm.

Pointing to Mu Qingchen's nose, gritted his teeth and said, "Listen to me, you are not allowed to talk to anyone about what happened last night, and Xiaobai can't do it either."

"Sure, I promise not to tell anyone that you sleep with me—"

Chang Shu kicked her again.

Shameless, who is sleepy with you.

Chang Shu went downstairs and ordered a bowl of congee and some light dishes with the store, and ate them in the lobby.

For the second time in her life, she spent the night outside the palace, but it was the first morning to take a good look at the folks.

There were sparse morning visitors sitting in the hall, and the young man leaned lazily at the door, occasionally yawning long, watching the woman walking by the bluestone road, and the children bouncing around.

She took a sip of the porridge and swallowed, and her belly became warm, as if some kind of energy was stored in it, chasing the exhaustion of a hangover, and her head no longer hurts so much.

Mu Qingchen sat on her left hand, took out the chopsticks from the bamboo tube, and reached for a dish of fried cucumbers.

Chang Shu took her first step to protect her with her hands, and was determined not to share it with Mu Qingchen. It seems that the anger has not passed.

Mu Qingchen wanted to order another one, but she felt sorry for the silver. It would save a little bit. The more she saved, the more she would corrupt her father's silver.

"Don't be so stingy." Mu Qingchen persuaded.

Chang Shu ignored her and brought all the food to herself.

Mu Qingchen expressed that he wanted to hit someone, but he was cheeky and wanted to pick out a salted duck egg from it.

Chang Shu was also not polite to her, and simply knocked the chopsticks on the back of her hand neatly, leaving two red marks.

"As for? As for?" Mu Qingchen yelled, holding up his claws and blowing.

Chang Shu saw that her eyes read "Of course it is." She was a pure and innocent Zijun. She had not yet been out of the pavilion, so she actually spent the night with a Lord.

Jumping into the Yellow River can't be cleaned!

Can't you sneer?

After complaining in his heart, Chang Shu suddenly pushed away the bowls and chopsticks, grabbed Mu Qingchen's wrist and walked out, in a hurry, as if he was in a hurry for something important.

"Go, I'll take you to the Hanlin Academy of Painting and Calligraphy to find a painter."

The roster must be made up for her to be her husband, otherwise she has no place to reason.

Mu Qingchen couldn't react, and when he recovered, he had been dragged out of the house and had gone a long way. Xiao Si looked at their distant backs, yawned a long time again, and muttered that the two Lords really fit together.

The shopkeeper slapped him on the back of his head, jumped up and shouted: "It's just silly, they haven't paid him yet."

The young man straightened his headscarf, and the dog chased it out.

Mu Qingchen was still snickering for evading the account. When he turned his head, he saw the little servant running from a distance, shouting at her.

She immediately grasped Chang Shu's hand like a big enemy: "Run!"

Chang Shu didn't know what happened, and was suddenly bluffed by Mu Qingchen's tight face, thinking that she had encountered an enemy, after all, it was nothing to offend half of the emperor because of Mu Qingchen's bad temper.

Without even thinking about it, she followed her to throw her feet away.

The breeze swept across the street and whizzed past their ears. The silhouettes of pedestrians flashed on both sides extremely fast, and the peaceful and quiet morning became noisy because of them.

At the bridgehead, there was a doll shaking a rattle. When they passed him, the hands they held together separated for a short time, and quickly rejoined...

"Run here."

Chang Shu said, and together with Mu Qingchen, hid in a willow tree.

Mu Qingchen panted heavily on his knees, almost unsteady, resting against the tree trunk.

Chang Shu lifted his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his face, hugged his stomach, breathing well, and teased Mu Qingchen: "The mind is developed and the limbs are simple."

Two steps are too tired to straighten up.

Mu Qingchen was aggrieved and retorted: "Auntie, you have enough strength to eat and drink. As for me, I didn't even have a bite of the salted duck eggs."

Chang Shu raised his chin, "hum", turned around and set off on another road, Mu Qingchen followed her, chatting with each other, and asked: "Where are you going?"

Chang Shu replied: "Go home."

"...Aren't you going to the Imperial College?" Mu Qingchen asked.

It was a little regretful after saying that, and a little...shy. She missed Chang Shu and wanted to see her every day, but Chang Shu didn't come to the Imperial College for a long time.

Chang Shu paused when he heard the words, and looked at her sideways, her eyes deep as a well, hiding some unexplainable feelings.

"Do you--want me to go?"

Mu Qingchen twisted the corners of his clothes and nodded obediently.

Chang Shu was a little bit happy, lowered his head to hide his smile, and looked up again, still in that calm look, but his tone was lightly raised, showing pride: "...it depends on your performance."

Mu Qingchen stepped into the house like a hot wheel, and rushed into the study.

Ji Er came like this, causing all the people in the house to jump around, thinking that she had caused trouble outside again, and she wanted to take the long to go to the fight.

Jiahe waved his handkerchief, looking for her in a hurry. When he arrived at the study, he found that Mr. Mu had arrived first, and he was standing by the desk watching Mu Qingchen's paintings.

"Chen'er," Jiahe cautiously, "what is this doing?"

Mu Qingchen put the bright bronze mirror by his hand, and glanced at it as he painted: "Self-portrait."

She used Xiaolanghao to draw light lines on the paper and continued: "Changshu asked me to send her a self-portrait so that I could think about it every day."

Ouch, this sour little love story.

Mu Guogong seemed to be unbelieving: "She... told you personally?"

"Ok."

Mu Qingchen shook his head triumphantly, like a smiling tumbler.

I can't tell, the Royal Princess is serious and unsmiling on the surface, and there is a sweet mouth in private.

Seeing that Mr. Mu was distracted, Jiahe pulled his sleeve and motioned him to pursue the victory.

Mu Guogong understood his mind, and diligently polished his ink for Mu Qingchen: "Then...last night, where did you spend...night?"

"Inn, we are together..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mu Qingchen regretted it, scolded himself secretly, and promised Chang Shu not to say it.

She put the pen on the pen bed, and smiled embarrassingly at the stiff dads.

"Shhh." Put an index finger up against the center of his lips, "Secret, this is a secret."

Mu Guogong and Jiahe responded in a panic: "Understand, secret, secret..."

Chang Shu, who had just changed her concubine dress, sneezed.

Aunt Chuyue was nervous, and ordered the eunuchs to close the windows quickly.

Chang Shu took a sip of the hot tea from the maid, and said to Aunt Chuyue, "It's okay."

Chuyue’s aunt helped her sit on the beauty couch and joked: "The princess is in a very good mood today."

Chang Shu lightly brushed the floating tea on the surface of the cup with the tea lid, raised her eyebrows, and said quietly, "Well, go to the painters at the Hanlin Academy of Painting and Calligraphy in the ward. The portrait of Mu Qingchen will be sent tomorrow. , Let them fill up the roster to the palace."

"Yes."