Rotten Terrier

Chang Shu thought secretly, caressing her forehead deliberately, Xin Bai put a hand in Mu Qingchen's arms, and leaned against her shoulder.

"Shu'er?" Mu Qingchen said quickly.

Chang Shu blinked, her thick eyelashes resembling two small fans, opened and closed, squeezing Mu Qingchen's neck. Her body is still that fragrant and soft, adding a soft and boneless feeling to this scorching summer, like a wicker fluttering in the wind.

It turned out to be feigning illness.

Mu Qingchen returned to his senses and cooperated with her, put her arms around her waist that was gripping Yingying, and helped her back to the sleeping hall distressedly, and also did not forget to call his mother, Mrs. Mu Guogong and Lin Yuan.

Qianniuwei and Jinwuwei looked at each other in front of the temple, spread their hands at each other, not knowing what to do, then looked towards Zi Yi.

Xiang Ziyi scratched his face in a jealous manner, not intending to get involved with the royal housework, and clasped his fists as a goodbye.

Qianniuwei has nothing to do. He can't force Mu Qingchen to face the saint when the princess is ill. Pushing on the heavy helmet, he decides to return to Feng and Gong for life first.

Jin Wuwei is not much better, but his brain is easy to use. After thinking for a while, I finally remembered that the Hulan Temple was the master of the Huiyi Emperor.

"Look at the good things you did!" Chang Shu's more than 20 years of self-sustaining Duanhui, on this day, was ruined for Mu Qingchen.

Dahua Dynasty Princess Mu Ning actually pretended to be sick! This is different from the floating rogue outside the palace.

Although she complained in her mouth, the movements of her hands did not stop. She stuffed the white robes on the head of the bed into the bedding, and then people followed suit.

Mu Qingchen let her complain, stepped forward to tighten the quilt for her, and after making sure that no flaws could be seen, he lifted the curtain and walked out of the inner bed.

Mrs. Mu Guogong’s original surname is Jia, with a single name of He, which means "home and everything will be happy", but today she feels uneasy and hesitates to step forward, trying to hold Mu Qingchen to ask for understanding, but He hesitated halfway and withdrew his hand.

She is very afraid of Mu Qingchen. This child has been unkind since he was a child, and even more unwilling to be close to her. After all, it is not her own flesh and blood after all... It is inevitable to have a life.

Mu Qingchen took her movements into the bottom of his eyes, not at all relieved, looked at Lin Yuan and said with a smile, "It's hot, the princess should be a symptom of Zhongshu."

"Yes, yes," Lin Yuan caught the stubble, took off the medicine box on his shoulders and put it on the round table, took out the yellow cotton paper and Xiaolanghao pen from the fur coat, "Weichen will make a prescription, this is..."

Immediately afterwards, I heard a few noises coming from outside the hall, the battle was not big, but some innocent small palace servants were frightened by the sudden intrusion of Jin Wuwei.

They spread out along the sidewalk veranda, with heavy footsteps, and the armors on their bodies made a clumsy rubbing sound, awakening Yi Xiaobai and Chang Yuan who were still sleeping soundly.

Mu Qingchen was not afraid of danger, so he poured a cup of tea for himself in his spare time. As soon as he filled the cup, the gate of the palace was pushed open, and the golden guards entered in file.

It was the captain, he arched his hand to Mu Qingchen and said words of forgiveness, and then raised his left hand to his ear, clasped his five separated fingers tightly, and issued a command. The guards behind him were well-trained and scattered...like an ink cloud, torn apart by the wind.

They did not miss any corners, in the closet, under the low table, behind the curtains...Even the vases were carefully searched.

Mu Qingchen expected them to dare not search Chang Shu's couch.

Sip a sip of tea with a suitable temperature, and the whole body and mind will be extraordinarily comfortable.

After Jin Wuwei left, the cup of tea was finished. She went through the curtains, opened the bed sheet, and a pillow came oncoming...

Chang Shu was angry and smashed her with a pillow with very little strength... She also had her unique fragrance on the pillow, which was a mixture of saponaria, tea seeds and hibiscus leaves.

"I blame you." The elder princess's prestige disappeared. What it looks like to deceive the top and the bottom. I'm the eldest sister, so how can I stand in front of my younger siblings in the future.

"Take it for me," Mu Qingchen tilted his head, put the pillow back to its place, and graciously helped Chang Shu get out of bed. "You pretend to be sick to the end, and drag the'sick body' to the emperor and grandmother. Cry in front of me and beg them to forgive me."

Want to cry?

"Don't go, you can solve the problem by yourself." Chang Shu couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart, and mumbled unwillingly.

"You promised to intercede for me."

"But I didn't promise to deceive them." Pleading and pretending to be sick are two different things.

"My good princess, people's hearts are grown in flesh, so hard work is easy to use!"

"...No, I won't go to this palace." The dignity of the eldest princess bound Chang Shu.

"going or not?"

"Don't go."

"Will you go?"

"Don't go!"

Two quarters later.

The magnificent maple and palace.

The princess Mu Ning, the actor, the eldest princess dragged her "sick body", crying in front of the emperor's younger brother and sister who came to visit the emperor grandmother, crying like a pear blossom with rain, and being covered with blood on her face like a dead leaf. , Haggard so that there is no trace of anger.

"Okay, okay," the Queen Mother sat up on the Arhat couch supported by Mother Gui, with one of the occipital capsules obliquely supported by her elbows, her voice muttered, "My palace is old, it's useless, so get out."

She was no longer the master of the harem in charge of Feng Yin, and raised her hand wearily and ordered everyone to leave. There was a lot of trouble early in the morning, and she couldn't bear it.

Seeing that her old man didn't intend to pursue it anymore, Mu Qingchen cleverly kowtowed his head to thank you.

But Vantage’s face was still gloomy, Hui Yi could see clearly, she flicked her veil, and said arrogantly: “The queen mother is generous, but the concubines have to be held accountable.” Since the queen passed away the year before, she was promoted to the emperor’s concubine and took care of her. Regarding the harem, although there is a heart to protect Mu Qingchen, it should be done, "Mu Qingchen, my palace punishes you..."

"Punish you to go back to the Hulan Temple, face the wall and think for ten days. Without my will, you are not allowed to step out of the room!" Vantage rushed.

Chang Shu Shicai's tears were crying into his heart. He felt sorry for Chang Shu and couldn't bear her sadness. He entangled a few back and forth. After all, he forced Mu Qingchen out of the Meridian Gate to perform the gauntlet.

Chang Shu was still angry, and after leaving Fenghe Palace, he stopped talking to Mu Qingchen, and walked so fast, wishing to leave Mu Qingchen far away.

Back in Hulan Temple, he found that Jiahe was still waiting for news from them. Chang Shu knew that Mu Qingchen had been estranged from her since she was a child, and had always been willing to match up, so she invited her to lunch together so that the three of them could chat about their daily routines.

Jiahe happily agreed, but her tone was a bit uncertain. She was afraid that Mu Qingchen would be unwilling, so she quickly glanced at her, and then hesitantly rejected Chang Shu's kindness.

Chang Shu didn't do much reluctantly, and sent someone to **** her back home.

Before leaving, Jiahe said goodbye to Mu Qingchen. Seeing that he was unmoved, he pursed his mouth, his eyes filled with bitterness.

The corners of Chang Shu's lips gradually bend down, revealing a hint of helplessness, wanting to say a few words about Mu Qingchen, and remembering that she is still breathing with her.

Her clear and clear eyes looked towards the sky, where cotton-like clouds were drifting slowly and slowly following the breeze, drifting across the willow trees in front of the temple, across the chaos veranda, and across the Hulan Temple. .

Breathing out the suffocation in her chest, she sighed and said, luckily it was a false alarm.

In order to appease the archbishop, Vantage rushed to the Ministry of Industry to call Shangshu and ordered him to select the site of the main Nestorian monastery within three days.

The Ministry of Industry discussed overnight and presented a memorial on the second day, and selected the northwest corner of Yiningfang East Cross Street.

The Fang is only across the street from the West Market. There are many Hu people here. There are many temples and temples. The temples of Zoroastrianism and Manichaeism are all here. The congregation is also the most...

Vantage was very satisfied, and immediately made an order to entrust the Ministry of Engineering to draw up a list and cooperate with the archbishop to design a magnificent Jing Temple.

In this way, the archbishop is a blessing in disguise.

On the sixth day when Mu Qingchen was confined, Yi Xiaobai knocked the melon seeds while telling her the news under Lang Wu.

At that time, Mu Qingchen was lying on the window sill, looking at the cow chrysanthemum and the white lotus flower string. The two were sitting cross-legged beside the flower garden, a fat and a thin figure, like two twisted fried dough sticks.

She raised her eyelids lazily, and her gaze fell on Yi Xiaobai’s handful of melon seeds: “When Dahua came to the dynasty, the foreign population of Guangdijing exceeded 100,000, and there were many people from Daqin who had a deep faith. Knowing that my archbishop was embarrassed in the palace, he would definitely make trouble, and his father would not do anything. Do you remember the abolition of the prince three years ago?"

The abandoned prince Chang Jun, lost his virtue after drinking, and drunk galloping his horse. He injured a jacket cultist on Suzaku Avenue, causing the person to die on the spot.

Provoked the enthusiasm of the congregation, they gathered in front of Dali Temple and demanded severe punishment of the prince. With the help of the second and third princes, the incident continued to ferment.

Forcing Vantage to make an order to abolish the prince, submit it to the Trial of the Three Divisions, deposed as a commoner, and imprison Dali Temple.

His biological mother, Empress Xiaogu, was already weak. After this incident, her body plummeted, and one year later, she was gone.

"Puff, puff," Yi Xiaobai vomited off the skin of the melon seeds sticking to his lips, "You said that there is something to steal from monk robes. The first-class ones are good, they are all made by Jiangnan's first-class embroidered women...Eh, Qingchen, do you think that abnormality did it? He even dared to start at the Sixteenth King's House, Miyagi is definitely not a problem..."

Mu Qingchen: "..."

I saw you so smart the first time!

Yi Xiaobai became more and more frightened as he spoke, "Is this a mysterious organization brewing a plan to overthrow our country... It is written in the book."

"Puff, puff," she spit out another melon peel, her face was full of horror, as if the conspiracy had already hit her face.

The corner of Mu Qingchen's mouth twitched, and the subject changed, "How are you doing well these days? Come to the window to speak with me every day?"

Yi Xiaobai chuckled, mysteriously: "You are forbidden, I dare not go to the brothel." When Chang Yuan found out, no one helped him.

"You can't find a place to play alone?" Mu Qingchen scolded her. Go to the temple to watch the show, go to the tea shop to watch the tea fight, and if you don't have any money, you can also enter the poetry club and accompany the sour scholars who chant poems and paint.

"Food color and sex, you don't understand," Yi Xiaobai patted the crumbs from the palm of his hand after the last melon seed was eaten. "It's too boring. I'll go to the Xiaoerfang to find a rabbit and come back to play."

"Stop." Mu Qingchen whistled.

Yi Xiaobai supported her lazily, leaned over and asked her, "What's the matter?"

"Want to go to Pingkangfang?"

Yi Xiaobai stepped back like a gust of wind, with a strange light in her bright eyes, raising her eyebrows and saying, "Dust, what do you mean?"

"I'll take you!"

"...You?" Yi Xiaobai couldn't believe it. You must know that Mu Qingchen hasn't been to such a place in five years. Besides, Vantage also banned his feet, "You play me a trick."

She puffed her cheeks and waved her hand impatiently.

Mu Qingchen didn't talk nonsense with her, supported the window sill with one hand, smiled Qiao Yanran, and jumped out.

Yi Xiaobai seemed to have discovered something terrible, and jumped on the spot, urging her to go back to the room as soon as possible: "Father, the emperor can let you think about it for ten days, he said, you can't step out of the room for ten days. Step, you are anti-decree! Anti-decree!"

She looked around anxiously. Fortunately, there were only two people, Niujuhua and Bailianhua behind. They had finished the game of turning the flower rope and played a sheep-catch.

"I didn't'step out of the door', I came out of the'window door'" Mu Qingchen replied lightly, took off the bag at his waist, moved it a little to the right, and fastened it again, "Half a year Qianbu Lu Khan has passed away, and the new Turkic king Asina Tiezhen succeeded to the throne. I heard that he has arrived in the Imperial Capital yesterday and will be in the palace to meet in three days..."

"so what?"

Mu Qingchen stood with arms folded, the heat wave hit from the sky and raised her dark green clothes backwards: "Three days later, the father and the emperor will have a big banquet in the palace. Our mother-in-law has been very busy recently. Summoning away, I definitely want them to help. This is a good time for us to slip away. They are busy for three days and won't care about us."

"But..." Yi Xiaobai moved a little, "It's almost the hour. Let's drive around now, and we won't be able to keep up with the gate of the palace when we come back."

"If you can't keep up, you can't keep up."

Yi Xiaobai was itchy, but still worried: "Are you... sure?"

The corner of Mu Qingchen's mouth bends in a contemptuous arc, and his face overflows with a domineering attitude that smiles proudly and looks at the crowd: "Heh, don't be afraid, walking around the rivers and lakes, I have the protagonist's halo!"

"But... Qing Chen..."

"Don't call me Qingchen," she raised her hand to interrupt Yi Xiaobai, raising her head to take a deep breath, "Call my nickname, silly! Bai! Sweet!"

Yi Xiaobai was stunned for a while, and asked presumptuously: "Your nickname...isn't it Wangcai?"

Mu Qingchen: "..."