Rotten Terrier

The younger sisters of other people's families are intimate little padded jackets, and Chang Shu's younger sister is just a pit.

Fortunately, the fourth sister and the fifth sister can carry it out clearly, and with their persuasion, Chang Yuan can't do anything extraordinary.

Chang Shu thought this way and stepped forward.

A group of aunts and aunts are looking forward to the stars and the moon. They are so easy to expect her to get up and drive. The Jinpa between her fingers is like a rag, and she hurriedly said: "Hurry up, go to Yinghong Hall, don’t miss Ji Time."

Like a group of ducks being chased by the eunuchs, the eunuchs lifted Chang Shu and ran away, almost not knocking Chang Shu down.

There is really a lotus pond outside the Yinghong Hall. The pond is not big and has a half-moon shape. A white marble bridge is built on the top. The bridge is a straight veranda, and the bridge is a four-cornered pavilion.

At the beginning of the hour, the sun was fading from the coolness of the morning, and after putting on warm clothes, the sun fell on Mu Qingchen's shoulders, warm.

The maids nodded into the pavilion and put down the bamboo curtain hanging under the eaves.

Mu Qingchen leaned on the side of the pavilion and looked at the lotus in the center of the pond.

"The lotus is still sorrowful in the twilight, and the lower face is hidden deep in the blue umbrella." She whispered.

In particular, the "sorrow" sounded even more bitter and melancholy.

Then turn around slowly inch by inch, looking at the curious eyes that were staring at her.

There are a total of seventy-six pairs, none of which is less.

She looked like a man on her back, and replied with an expression of "what are you looking at".

Taking this opportunity, I took a closer look at the faces of the 76 Wuyi children, whether they were familiar or unfamiliar, and divided them into two categories.

One type is hatred with her, and the other type is about to have hatred with her.

After watching it, the heavy heart became heavier and heavier: "Hey, no one can match my beauty. It seems that the eldest princess can't empathize with me anymore."

Really... I want to cry without tears, I want to sing without words, and I want to talk and tears first.

However, only the little brother outside the pavilion barely looks a little bit.

Although not as good as her Zhilan Yushu, Xia Ziyueyun, but the backbone is as strong as a pine, which is worthy of the pestle, and has a unique style.

Yeah, isn’t this Xiang Ziyi, the one-legged eldest princess in the legend?

At this moment, Mu Qingchen seemed to see Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who was saving hardships.

She pointed her chin with her index finger, circled Xiang Ziyi three times on the left and three times on the right, commenting "good, good" from time to time.

It looked like an old bustard who picked up a brothel seedling, especially the look in his eyes, faintly revealing three points of wretchedness in his excitement.

Xiang Ziyi was an honest person, shrank back, folded his hands on his chest, and asked stupidly: "This colleague...you have something..."

Mu Qingchen smiled mysteriously, turned around suddenly, waved his hand and left.

Xiang Ziyi was left with only a circled face.

Mu Qingchen's mood didn't seem to be as heavy as that, with a smile on his lips, returning to the distance to continue leaning.

Suddenly seeing a few people reflected in the pool, she looked up and saw more teenage boys and girls in the veranda opposite.

Looking at the dressing and the cleverness of the body, whether it is a prince or a princess, it is estimated that he has come to join in the excitement of the election of her own emperor's eldest sister, and see how strange.

Mu Qingchen didn't take them to heart, changed a comfortable posture, closed his eyelids and rested.

A whisper fell into the ear.

"Second sister, my sister is clumsy, I don't know which one is Mu Qingchen?"

It turned out that she was looking at her, and it was right. She was so beautiful that everyone indignant. No matter how rare and precious in the world, she praised her peerless appearance.

Mu Qingchen opened his eyes at once, stood up tall, thrown off the peach blossom fan, looked up at the sky, trying to put on a chic look as much as possible.

A gesture of action is one point and nine points pretentious.

Success attracted the attention of several people across.

"Sister San, is it the one who shakes the fan?"

"...The fourth sister is confused, long

So ugly, absolutely not. "

"Fifth Sister, I think all of them look good except for that person. Brothers, do you think they are not?"

"Yes."

Mu Qingchen: I seriously doubt the royal aesthetics.

After thinking about it, I thought, it’s so good. Maybe the eldest princess’s aesthetic level is on the same level as her emperor brothers and sisters, and when I see it, I feel like vomiting.

What do you choose?

In order to avoid the Wuyi children, Chang Shu had to enter by a side door.

In Yinghong Hall, Vantage sits on the head, with the Queen Mother and Huiyi on the left and right sides.

She saw the gifts one by one and walked around the Dongyang wood-carved hollow screen, where a bright yellow color brocade cushion cushion, a triangular beast ear round incense burner and a red sandalwood table were already set up.

Just sitting down, the queen mother said: "Shu'er, today is your festive day. If you have anything you like, please be generous to the ward Mother Gui, don't be shy."

Chang Shu: Mu Qingchen has been sleepy with me, and he is not too shy anymore.

"Shu'er saved it." She quietly lowered her head, her gaze fell on the lacquered wooden box between her knees, she felt nervous for no reason.

After receiving the tea cup from Aunt Chuyue, he took a sip. Probably because the tea was too hot, the cheeks were reddened by the moist water vapor.

The superintendent and eunuch, the chief eunuch, stood by His Majesty Dan, with a sharp sound, breaking the restlessness outside the hall.

Each of the Wuyi children lifted their crowns and dusted their clothes, put away their languidness, and followed the lead **** out of the pavilion, and into the side hall, a group of three, waiting side by side.

Mu Qingchen stood at the very end, with an expression comparable to going to death, as if he was uncomfortable, shaking his hands and feet for a while, but at the very least he was not standing.

Wiping the planted carpet under my feet with my toes, and rubbing it to the left, the color becomes dark brown, and then rubbing it back to the right, the color is restored.

One after another, she had a great time.

Before long, she and Xiang Ziyi on the left were the only ones left in the partial hall, and on the right there was an acquaintance-Dong Keng, the son of Dong Shangshu's family.

A few days ago, she and Chang Shu fought with him together, and this fight ended with her fleeing, and Chang Shu ended up with one enemy and five major victories.

Woo, how can I think of Chang Shu again.

Mu Qingchen turned his face and looked at the sky: Goodbye, humble love.

The young talents passed one after another, but they didn't see Mu Qingchen, and Chang Shu couldn't help being flustered, and couldn't sit still.

In view of what Mu Qingchen had done before, she had enough reason to suspect that she had found a chance and ran away.

After drinking the last sip of tea, she got up and approached the wooden screen, looking out through the hollow wooden lattice.

"Auntie," she whispered softly, "but my palace is dazzled and missed Mu Qingchen?"

Aunt Chuyue whispered to her: "The slave and maidservant have listened carefully. The admiral and **** hasn't read her yet, she should be waiting in the side hall, wait a minute."

A solace did not dispel the anxiety in Chang Shu's heart, she still stood there motionless, every breath was suffering.

But the admiral and **** preached loudly: "Cui Keng, son of Cui Quanzhi, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, Xiang Ziyi, son of Jingzhaofu Yin, and Mu Qingchen, commander of the North Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division, and daughter of Mu Guoguo enter the temple."

At this moment, Chang Shu's heart beat extremely fast.

The thin curtain was lifted outward by the palace lady, and the familiar figure slammed into his eyes and into the bottom of his heart, bounced back with many roundabout emotions.

These were the last three people. Vantage couldn't help but feel anxious. Facing the screen, he asked carefully: "Shu'er, is there anyone eye-catching?"

Yes, of course.

Chang Shu's eyes fell on someone who was saluting to him, with a bright smile,

She unknowingly caught the lacquered wood box and sweated, and clicked the lock cylinder, opened the lid, and took out the jade lovebird.

Madam Gui has served the Queen Mother for many years. She is the most able to observe her words and colors, and she consciously stepped forward and asked: "Is your Royal Highness the princess like it?"

When Xiang Ziyi and Cui Keng heard this, they raised their faces, only Mu Qingchen buried their faces so low that they wanted to stick to the ground.

Her mind was restless, her eyes rolled randomly in her eye sockets, and when she settled, a jade carving lovebird appeared in her sight.