Rotten Terrier

At this time, the eunuchs and palace ladies around her were frightened, her eyes staring into the size of a copper bell.

Damn, what did I see! ?

Aunt Chuyue glanced at them, her eyes sharp, her face wrote and answered, "You see that the princess is out of dignity!"

The first rule of the palace’s life-saving rules is to pretend not to see when you see it, and to pretend not to hear when you hear it. This is also pretending to be dumb!

So they erected their hairs, buried their heads in their chests, then turned neatly, stepped neatly on small steps, and quietly retreated.

Aunt Chuyue adorned them and left together. When she turned out of the rockery, she felt a little itchy. She couldn't help but look back and peeked, her face turned red with a smile for a while.

Mu Qingchen's lips and tongue were bitten mischievously by Chang Shu, she couldn't help struggling, and struck her underarms with his hands, tickling her.

Chang Shu was ticklish, giggling, and begged her for mercy.

Mu Qingchen was used to being bad guys, so she was willing to let her go easily. The strength in her hands became stronger and Chang Shu couldn't bear it, so she bit her ears in a hurry.

Mu Qingchen really bitten Mu Qingchen because he didn't have a sense of measure.

Mu Qingchen stopped tormenting her, and said fiercely: "You who are a dog!" She covered her ears and rubbed it, then put her arm between her and Chang Shu again, pushing Chang Shu down.

Chang Shu didn't follow her, yelled lowly, and hugged her arm by the way: "Wrong, wrong!"

"Always make a mistake, you change it!"

Chang Shu listened to her tone and made sure she was awake, otherwise she should answer her, "Woman, don't challenge the evil emperor of the future again and again!"

Chang Shu:...

You can get goose bumps just thinking about it!

"Let me see." She was as meek as a cat as before, blowing gently against Mu Qingchen's ear.

Mu Qingchen didn't really get angry. Seeing that she was subdued, he flipped this page over: "What's so happy?"

Chang Shu's blowing mouth gradually stopped, her eyes rolled, and she lied to prevaricate her: "...Isn't it that you are sober, happy."

The mention of Mu Qingchen is a bit embarrassing, shit, black history, black history, when she writes a memoir when she is old, she must pinch off this unbearable past, and all those who know it will die!

Of course, except for her Royal Highness Princess.

"What's so happy?" She muttered, having no interest in swinging, she pushed Chang Shu away and got up and went back to the sleeping hall.

"It's time for lunch, don't you go to the dining room?"

Speaking of the dining room, Mu Qingchen reminded me of using a knife for Wowotou and Yi Xiaobai this morning...

Oh, see you in my pity! What are you doing!

She blocked her ears and ran away without saying a word.

Chang Shu saw her thoroughly and knew she was embarrassed, so he invited Aunt Chuyue and asked her to go to the dining room to deliver lunch to the sleeping hall.

Aunt Chuyue responded, she just turned around and turned back, looking around, confirming that no one has eavesdropped, and said: "Yaotong has delivered the medicine. There are four sets in total, two to relieve the surface and dampness, and two have an abortion. medicine."

In the last few words, her voice is exceptionally low.

"Lin Yuan is really careful. Keep the first two mates. When the consort asks, we will also have a physical evidence as an excuse." Chang Shu said relievedly.

Aunt Chuyue nodded, and then said: "The slave and maid will give you anti-fetal medicine..."

"Don't worry, do it tomorrow, so as not to rush into confusion."

After leaving the gate of the palace, he hurriedly boiled the medicine when he came back. The discerning person found it strange at first glance. What's more, Mu Qingchen is full of bad water. Its head is easy to use, and a little clue can attract attention.

I don't know what her mother ate when she was pregnant!

Thinking of this, Chang Shu's eyes suddenly brightened, no longer talking with Aunt Chuyue, looking for the direction where Mu Qingchen left, and chasing her halfway.

After all, she was a couple, and she didn't give up the fake greetings, took her arm, and said straightforwardly: "Qing Chen, Qing Chen."

Mu Qingchen squinted at her, walking non-stop, walking side by side with her around the garden and stepping on the promenade. Not far away, a few small palace maidservants, who were bent over and bowed, nodded their greetings.

Chang Shu breathed for a while, and endured the words that were about to blurt out, and then watched the maidservant go away, and then tentatively said: "Do you have any remedies for pregnant women?"

My palace wants to eat, eat, and give birth to a child who is as clever and unparalleled as you.

Mu Qingchen: "???"

"What the hell?" Thinking she had heard it wrong, she looked at Chang Shu with surprise, her gaze slipped down, and she stared at Chang Shu's belly.

Chang Shu panicked and didn't hesitate to say: "...Is it my mother concubine, she, she, she sees your mother who made you smart, so let me ask you what Mu's family ancestor can have... pregnant women..."

Mu Qingchen was very frightened: "Your mother and concubine are half of them in the soil... What's the matter, are you pregnant with a dragon again!?"

Chang Shu: "..."

"...It's Yuan'er, she and Xiaobai want a baby. The mother and concubine are very happy when they find out, and then they think of a folk remedy."

It turned out that Mu Qingchen’s frightened little heart felt comforted, so he caressed his heart and replied: “There is no remedy. There are three children in my Mu’s family. There is only one of me who can use the disease. Even if there is that Home remedies, do you dare to eat?"

Right. Chang Shu said in his heart. The boss is dead, the second is sick, and the third is still inhuman...

It's dangerous. Chang Shu instinctively covers her lower abdomen. My child, my mother almost hurt you.

In the midsummer season, people tend to get sleepy. After having lunch, Mu Qingchen showed two points of fatigue. He took off his coat and prepared to take a nap on the alcove.

Chang Shu didn't have such a good life, standing in front of the book case, unwillingly copy the "Book of Songs"

Every time you make a stroke, you must whisper in a low voice.

She regretted that she hadn't, so why did she punish Mu Qingchen for copying the book on a whim? It's alright now, people regained their sanity and started to settle accounts after autumn.

But she was fortunate to only punish Mu Qingchen to copy it once. If she copied it a hundred times like Chang Yuan did, she wouldn't cry!

Humph, I don't feel sorry for people at all, I'm still pregnant.

"Qing Chen, your hands are sore~" She acted softly, her eyes were shiny, and she looked like it would be better if you rub it.

Mu Qingchen took off his boots, lay down on his back, with his arms resting on the back of his head, ignoring her.

Chang Shu was unhappy, put down the pen and fell asleep next to her, looking at her with his head sideways.

She hadn't seen Mu Qingchen like this in a long time, and she looked at her eyebrows, nose and red lips with interest, and her fingertips couldn't help stroking her throat, as if tasting a lingering fragrance of tea. Qing tea.

But Mu Qingchen didn't give face any more, as if he thought she was disturbing people's dreams, he turned his back and went to sleep.

Chang Shu smiled slightly, leaning up to hug her from behind, looking over her to look at the green willow leaves outside the window, as if looking into the distant future: "Qing Chen, you said that the child will be more like you in the future, but also like Me more? I hope she looks like you..."

Her voice was low and deep, lingering in Mu Qingchen's ears.

Mu Qingchen turned his face, looked at her like a fool, and said in a puzzled manner: "What are you thinking about? Of course Chang Yuansheng's child looks like Yi Xiaobai! What is it like me!"

She couldn't help being irritable: "Go, go, copy the "Book of Songs"!"

Chang Shu: "..."

In the morning of the next day, news came from the Andu Hall that Jin Wuwei handed over the second prince to Kangzhou Mansion and was detained until death.

"Isn't it about taking back to the Imperial Capital?" Chang Shu was a little surprised.

Mu Qingchen was very calm, moved the book case to the door, and drew on the hibiscus tree in the yard. The brush strokes seemed to be helpful, and with a few simple strokes, a tree of pink hibiscus flowers appeared on the paper.

When Chang Shu saw her leisurely, she knew she had anticipated this, so she leaned forward to praise her for her excellent painting skills, and then changed the conversation: "Good Qingchen, tell me about the father and the second emperor. Brother's intention left..."

Mu Qingchen waited for her words, and said with an aura: "I will tell you by rubbing my shoulders and legs tonight."

Sure enough, offending Mu Qingchen is the same as looking for death. Why not copy the "Book of Songs" as a punishment. As for the memory of hatred until now?

Hmph, Chang Shu feels that the dignity of the princess has been challenged...but what about it, anyway, it has been challenged for five years, not bad this time.

"Don't talk about rubbing your shoulders and legs, I will also bring you tea and water, so that you will be comfortable and comfortable to serve." Chang Neng Neng Zhang Shu smirked.

Mu Qingchen felt relieved: "Father's mind is not complicated at all, it's just that you have been thinking about it. The road to Beijing is long and high, and the father is afraid that the second prince will be out of his control and there will be trouble! Put it under your nose, it is always true. OK."

"So simple?"

"It's that simple." Mu Qingchen continued to draw with his pen.

Chang Shu was uneasy, and grabbed her writing hand: "But my father is suspicious and unpredictable..."

"Yeah, look at you, it made my paintings tricky!"

Aunt Chuyue on the side craned her neck to look, isn't it, a thick and heavy stroke, winding and twisting in the center of the painting, like a long and curved insect.

Seeing that the situation is not good, she hurriedly relieved: "Princess, the medicine is boiled, and it will be cold if you don't drink it."

The maidservant behind the palace listened to her words, and took two steps forward without any haste, and presented the medicine bowl to Chang Shu.

Mu Qingchen's anger dissipated at once, and asked Chang Shu distressedly: "Sick?"

Chang Shu expressed concern for her, and her heart rose a lot immediately, and she was determined to fool her: "Yeah."

Then he picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip, hissing, really bitter, stop drinking!

Aunt Chuyue was afraid of her: "You have all the candied fruit. You can drink it to get better."

The word "will be good" is particularly hard.

Hearing that there was something in her words, Chang Shu was cruel, holding his breath and drank half of it, and the remaining half of the bowl was too much to drink, so he could only put the bowl back on the tray, and Aunt Chuyue’s candied fruit was delivered to her in time. At the edge of her mouth, she opened her mouth and held her brow lightly.

"Princess, you have to finish the medicine." Aunt Chuyue reminded.

"Rongben Palace slowly."

Mu Qingchen asked again: "What's the problem?"

Aunt Chuyue calmly replied: "Don't worry about the husband. The princess has asked the doctor Lin to see it. It's just a bit of heat. The medicines prescribed are all to relieve the surface and reduce the dampness."

Mu Qingchen had a shallow smile: "That's fine, just because my head is also groggy, it's very uncomfortable, I'm afraid it's because of the heat."

She held the remaining half of the bowl and made a few mouthfuls without hesitation. Her slender neck was lightly undulating due to swallowing, and she drank the anti-fetal medicine three or two times...

Chang Shu and Aunt Chuyue: "!?"

"This medicine is too bitter, and it is very different from the previous anti-heat medicine..." After drinking, Mu Qingchen never forgot to give a sincere negative comment.

Chang Shu stayed for a while, then turned around and whispered to Aunt Chuyue: "Quickly ask Lin Yuan, will there be any side effects to the Lord Yahweh drinking anti-fetal medicine!"

Aunt Chuyue: "..."

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The sweetness is not much worse, I think the sickly stubborn horse can come, what do you think (touch your chin and think)