Rotten Terrier

Wouldn't it be counterproductive to use too much force?

Chang Shu was skeptical of Lin Yuan's proposal.

In fact, Mu Qingchen was afraid of ghosts because she was heartbroken, and she also learned by accident.

Mu Qingchen's father was named Mu Chengping. He was the captain of the Nine Army and was later named Doctor Zijin Guanglu. He has one wife and two concubines, and he has four children. Mu Qingchen is the youngest one.

But she was neither born in the main house nor in the concubine's house.

Her mother-in-law is a housemaid who doesn't like Mu Chengping, and because of her low status, she won't be awarded.

After giving birth to Mu Qingchen, he was sent to live in a dilapidated courtyard in the Guogong Mansion.

The mother and daughter depend on each other for fate, and the days are barely maintained.

Later, her mother-in-law got involved in a gambling, and the monthly money she received was cheated by the gambling shop, making her already poor life even more difficult.

Every winter, Mu Qingchen didn't even have any clothes, his face was red with cold, his hands and feet were frostbite, red and swollen, and the joints seemed to be deformed.

Later, her mother-in-law's heart became harder and harder, and she ran away with a man she knew at the gambling house.

It was Mu Qingchen's six-year-old birthday. There were no candles or oil lamps in the room, so she waited for her mother in the dark yard, waited and waited, waited until the guard had knocked on the clapper for three more days, waited until the gray and cold waning moon was covered by the clouds... and waited until the surroundings were only cold. Bitter wind...

Under the darkness, everything is unknown, and people are always afraid of the unknown. Mu Qingchen is no exception. Any movement in the dark night can make her shudder, and "fear of ghosts" is born from this.

Fortunately, Mu Chengping got drunk once, lost his way in the Guogong’s mansion, wandered into this dilapidated courtyard, and fell asleep in a pile of hay. one night.

When he woke up, he found a little beggar squatting outside the fence and staring at him. His face was expressionless, his eyes were two scorching eyes, and he seemed to be figuring out how to break his stomach, then throw it into a frying pan, fry it, and sprinkle it. Serve with minced pepper and have a full meal.

Mu Chengping immediately shook his spirits. He woke up completely from the wine, and his head aching due to a hangover was still useful. Finally, he remembered that the little beggar was his daughter.

Without asking her where Ms. Niang went, she led her out of the small courtyard, led the gravel path, led the moon gate, led the garden, led the arch bridge... all the way back to his wife Jiahe's room, said to her: "Mu Qiong has been dead for a year. It's no way to wash your face with tears all day long. I will let Qingchen come with you. From now on, she will be your daughter."

Mu Qiong, the eldest daughter of Mu Chengping, died of malaria when she was fourteen.

Since then, Mu Qingchen's life has played a magnificent movement of turning serfs singing, from a little beggar who dared to insult even a slave into a treasure in the palm of Jiahe.

The fly in the ointment is that the surly character has been developed, and the fear of ghosts is also fixed.

Chang Shu felt that instead of saying that Mu Qingchen was afraid of ghosts, she was more afraid of facing her lonely childhood.

Deliberately telling people to pretend to be a ghost to intimidate her, in fact, to sprinkle salt on her wounds, and then again and again, what should we do if her condition gets worse...After all, this is starting to stage a "pregnancy" drama...

Lin Yuan saw Chang Shu's hesitation, and said bitterly, "A dead horse is a living horse..."

Chang Shu's eyes shuddered for a moment, then took a step back, her eyes locked on him.

The breeze on all sides stopped suddenly, and the silk drape on her elbow did not move, and the whole person was like a majestic stone statue.

"Weichen has failed to speak!" Lin Yuan slammed his knees to the ground in a panic, the medicine box on his shoulders slid down, and there was a loud noise.

The movement was not big or small, but it attracted everyone's attention.

Chang Shu secretly denounced Lin Yuan for being reckless, and went to see Mu Qingchen nervously, for fear that she would see a clue.

Looking back, I caught a glimpse of a chubby red...floating corpse on the lake.

not good!

Forget the Ox Chrysanthemum in the water!

Chang Shu looked hurriedly, grinning at Mu Qingchen who was oncoming, with a gentle and natural smile, took her arm and led her all the way out: "You are suffocated in Hulan Hall, I will take you out How about going around the palace?"

After that, while Mu Qingchen was not paying attention, he looked back and gave Aunt Chuyue a wink.

A fat man in a red dress fluttering on the lake was really eye-catching, except for Mu Qingchen, who was immersed in the entanglement and couldn't help himself, everything looked true.

Aunt Chuyue understands Chang Shu's small movements and nods without leaving a trace.

After watching them disappear into the depths of Huai Path, her steady aura collapsed. She trot to the shore of the lake carrying her skirt, craned her neck, and looked at the cow chrysanthemum to be alive.

The maidservants gathered at her side and stepped down two steps on the white stone steps on the shore of the lake. The shoes and skirts were all darkened by the water.

Lin Yuan hid behind them, staring blankly.

Aunt Chuyue's face turned into pig liver color, and she shouted, "Are there any people who know water? Is there any?"

The maids shook their heads in unison. The hairpin in the center of the bun was adorned with white pearls. Following their movements, they swayed from side to side, making Aunt Chuyue dizzy.

"Then I'm so stunned, call Jin Wuwei to save people!" Her voice was two octaves higher, which was comparable to a stern trombone.

Almost pierced the eardrums of the maids.

They shrank their heads and flew in every direction like birds flying suddenly among the trees.

The scene was noisy.

According to Chang Shu, I went out from Yanxi Gate and turned to Daming Palace. Then I borrowed Jiacheng and went straight to Qujiang Pond at the northernmost part of the Imperial Capital. Finally, I rented a boat workshop and watched the landscape...

Or go to Jianfu Temple to offer incense and pray for Mu Qingchen in front of the gods and Buddhas.

But Mu Qingchen didn't follow him, and took her to Dongshi.

East City is dominated by Han merchants, mostly selling local products.

Chang Shu did not have any objections, and felt that the two were good like the young couples of ordinary people. They went shopping, stopped and walked, and when they were tired, they searched for a restaurant to eat something. Then I heard that Mr. Book talked about the mountains, listen to What's new in the arena.

This day can be considered a sweet and fulfilling day.

"It's this house." Mu Qingchen stopped in the crowded and noisy, standing with arms folded.

Chang Shu stood shoulder to shoulder with her, looking at the door plaque with the words "Satin Village" written on it.

The store is not big and the customers are thin. A young man wearing a folded towel yawns at the counter, tears falling brightly at the corner of his eyes.

They both lifted their feet in, but did not see him come to greet them either.

Mu Qingchen didn't feel annoyed, and leisurely picked a light purple turn-collar robe and handed it to Chang Shu.

Chang Shu took it hesitantly and asked her what she meant. However, Mu Qingchen sold Guanzi and made a nuisance behind her.

A door was opened there with half of the curtain hung, and Chang Shu reluctantly walked over and lifted the curtain and stepped in.

When he came out, he changed his appearance, a clear and beautiful little Lord, with black and white eyes like a spring breeze, reflecting Mu Qingchen's appearance.

"Why do I dress like this?" The peach blossom fan had a pair of knocks on the palm of his hand. Chang Shu's voice is light and sweet, like spring water dingdong.

Two quarters of an hour later, when she saw the wooden sign with the word "Pingkangfang" in front of the workshop, Chang Shu finally gave her the enlightenment, and this servant brought her to a prostitute!

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

She completely left behind the grand princess's majesty, and in full view, using both hands together, she grabbed Mu Qingchen's ears and twisted it in a circle: "Death will not change!"

Mu Qingchen staggered with pain, guarding his stomach solemnly, and sharply criticized Chang Shu: "Meng Lang! Be careful of moving my fetal gas!"

They are still pregnant with children.

Chang Shu's expression stagnated, and he twisted Mu Qingchen's ears again.

Mu Qingchen hurt and sweated.

Chang Shu clenched his posterior molars and warned: "Don't let my palace hear anything about your pregnancy..."

"Sure enough," sadness surged to the tip of his nose uncontrollably, hot and sour. Mu Qingchen's eyes were red, and his voice was murmured, "Sure enough, don't you want this child, don't you?"

She took off Chang Shu's hand and turned her back: "Why? Why is Xiang Ziyi only in your eyes? I am the one who gave birth to you!"

Speaking of the end, her body was trembling, like a withered dog's tail flower in the autumn wind.

Oh my god...

Chang Shu's flat shoulders collapsed and made concessions.

"Alright," she took Mu Qingchen's hand and kneaded her finger bones, "I didn't mean that."

Mu·Silly Baitian·Qingchen arrogantly flung her away: "You are ambiguous with Xiang Ziyi."

How did you know that your eyes saw it!

Chang Shu suppressed this refutation, and continued to persuade her.

"You think too much."

"No..." Mu Qingchen bulged, "Well, pregnant people are indeed more suspicious."

Chang Shu: "..."

At this moment, she finally realized how coquettish she was when she was unreasonably making trouble and insisting on Mu Qingchen to coax her with sweet words.

This is probably the legendary one-for-one.

"Look at these two masters, tsk tsk tsk tsk... flirting and cursing..." In a passing car, two women knelt in tandem, looking like masters and servants. A tepid word from the lady-like person.

The maid turned her face to look at them, and followed "Tsk Tsk Tsk", and then whispered after the tusk: "In broad daylight, the sky is bright, so hot eyes!"

Chang Shu: "!?"

I am so intimacy with my husband and wife, which is so irritating.

She took a deep breath and relieved her depression. She stared at the car away for an instant, feeling that the veils around her were dangling, like a triumphant woman's twisted waist... It's so boring.

As soon as I regained consciousness, I was surprised that there were more pointers around. Most of them were like the master and servant, speaking insulting words.

so what?

Regardless, Chang Shu pulled Mu Qingchen's sleeves and smiled slightly: "Let's go, didn't you say we should go to prostitutes together."

All passers-by: "!?"

Mu Qingchen's face blushed suddenly, stomping his feet, and groaningly: "...Your taste is so strong."