Rotten Terrier

"My palace... Now go and prepare!" Chang Shu clenched a fist with his right hand and tapped the palm of his left hand.

The preparation is not complicated. Chang Shu handed over the full power to Aunt Chuyue, and together with Chang Yuan, she helped her mother and concubine and flogged the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The imperial city of Miyagi immediately became lively, and the ups and downs were waiting in full battle, and it was bound to show its majesty and prestige in front of the Turkic Khan. This kind of patriotism jumped out, and the waist was quite straight, and all of them walked with great air.

After two days, the entire palace was decorated with a new decoration, all the way with red and colorful colors, and the always cold and blunt pavilions and towers seemed to be exposed to the sun's temperature, stained with a bit of excitement.

Even Yi Xiaobai, who is not serious, got sick and ran between the Yushan Fang and Shang Food Bureau, ordering, clearing, and checking the menu...

Mu Qingchen was stealing a floating life for half a day, as if living outside of the world.

Invited actors from the teaching workshop entered the Hulan Hall and sang and danced in the front bed. The actors dance gracefully, their waists twisted and twisted flexibly, and the tulle-colored gauze clothes swayed with them, like flimsy lotus leaves.

The silk and bamboo are far away, the drums are noisy, Mu Qingchen sits behind the low table and drinks by himself.

The eyes of the actors are full, and the pupils are full of ambiguous smiles.

Chang Shu only wanted Mu Qingchen to guard himself, so he turned a blind eye to this matter and didn't care much about it.

The time was long and short, and soon came the third day, night.

Mu Qingchen was a little excited, because once tonight is over, she will be free again.

On a whim, I sat on the threshold, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and looked at the water leak in the corner of the hall for a while. I broke my hands and counted the hours.

Chang Shu sat down beside her, resting her head on her shoulders, her long hair slanted with her body, scattered like seaweed around her waist.

The two were speechless and remained silent for a long time.

Indulge in the boundless moonlight and lover's body temperature steadily and quietly. Like a trick, Mu Qingchen took out a piece of Jinpa, whose body was white and pure.

Chang Shu stretched out his hand to take it, and found that it was heavy inside, as if it was wrapped in something. He opened the edge and found that it was the hollow jade lovebird that had been smashed by Mu Qingchen. It had now returned to its original shape.

Chang Shu was overjoyed, holding it up for a few minutes, and looking at it carefully in the silver moonlight.

This lovebird was made of Lantian jade and Xiuyu. She specially invited thirteen jade craftsmen to work for ten days in order to give it to Mu Qingchen as a token when she chose her horse.

"I promised you to stick it well."

Chang Shu was moved, as if he was stuffed with caramel in his chest, sweet. She placed the jade carving on the position closest to the heart, raised her chin slightly, slowly closed her eyes, and moved closer to Mu Qingchen.

The trembling eyelashes betrayed her nervousness and throbbing.

"Old wife, old wife, are you still so shy?" Mu Qingchen teased her, pecking her pink lips like a dragonfly.

Chang Shu's face instantly flushed like freshly squeezed pomegranate water, and the gentleness of her brows was replaced by shame.

"Why do you always like to play tricks on this palace? This was the case when you were in the Imperial College."

"That would obviously be you teasing me more, pretending to be the Lord, and acting boldly."

After speaking, Mu Qingchen became playful, curled his fingers and scratched Chang Shu's nose, but suddenly he noticed a red shadow flashing across the northeast corner of the wall.

It's so far away, she doesn't really see it.

"If you don't, how can you get acquainted with you?" Chang Shu circled her neck and cuddled with her.

Mu Qingchen's gaze flickered, and his face changed: "Shu'er, have you...did you see there...a woman in a red dress with a dishevelled hair."

Chang Shu smiled slightly, the curvature of the corners of her lips hidden slyly: "No, I haven't seen anything in this palace."

To cover up her lie, she buried her face in Mu Qingchen's chest.

Mu Qingchen was distracted by her, only as if she was dazzled.

The moon fell from the west, and the sun rose slowly on a new day, and the warm rays of light diverged to the surroundings.

Holding Chang Shu's hand, Mu Qingchen bounced to the Vantage and the Queen Mother to greet him. When I prayed, I was extremely sincere, and my head banged loudly.

The two most powerful people in the Dahua Dynasty, obviously not yet angry, twitched their mouths, shook their hands, and signaled Chang Shu to take the people away. Especially the old lady, her mouth pouted high, and the rosary hanging on her wrist trembled.

There is not the mind and tolerance that Gong Dou champion should have at all. Mu Qingchen muttered like this.

Fortunately, she was in a good mood, strolling leisurely into the imperial garden to relax. Surprisingly, after ten days, rosemary and a few plantains were newly planted under the red wall. The leaves are rich in color, strong in flavor, and full of penetration.

Mu Qingchen was a little surprised.

"Well, calm down, very good."

Chang Shu still likes more fragrant and elegant flowers and plants. He has little interest in them. He turned his head and said: "The visit of the Turkic Khan to the palace will be postponed until tomorrow. It just so happens that you can hurry up and have fun. Once this is over, we will return. The Sixteen Kings House, it has been peaceful for a long time, and the bad guys have been looking for people without success..."

Mu Qingchen's gaze stayed on the rosemary, stretched out his hand to pinch a plant, and went around his fingertips to have a lot of fun.

Play all the way back to Hulan Temple.

Chang Shu took care of her and chose to have lunch in the Huxin Pavilion.

The lake pavilion is also called the rain pavilion. As the name suggests, several water columns flow down around the eaves, like a rain curtain. There is a water wheel beside the pavilion with a rotating room that can recirculate water to the roof.

It's really a good place to escape the heat.

Chuyue aunt led the maidservants to put the dishes on the table one by one, including yokan, biluo, wagashi, sashimi and roast leg of lamb. It's all Mu Qingchen's taste.

Chang Shu picked up a piece of wagashi for her, which was squeezed into honeysuckle by the clever ladies of the Shangshi Bureau, with a faint yellow color all over the body: "You taste it first, it's an appetizer."

Mu Qingchen likes to eat sweets, and took a bite happily. The sugar sand and bean paste immediately melted in his mouth, and the sweet fragrance filled every taste bud on the tip of his tongue.

She was very satisfied, her black eyes were filled with the squishy of the lake, and she smiled clearly...but the heart of her eyes suddenly shrank in the next moment.

Wagashi slid from the bamboo chopsticks, smashing bowls and spoons.

Chang Shu raised her head and looked at Mu Qingchen's red and white face.

Her facial features were twitching and contorting.

"Shu'er, you, behind you..."

Chang Shu turned her head and glanced around: "What's the matter? There is nothing."

Mu Qingchen raised his ears alertly, dropped the bamboo chopsticks, stood up tremblingly, stepped past Chang Shu, stopped at the rail behind him, leaned out half of his body carefully, and looked at the lake under the pavilion.

There is indeed nothing, sparkling as always, and occasionally a koi leaps out, traverses a beautiful arc in the air, and then suddenly falls into the bottom of the water.

Chang Shu and Aunt Chuyue looked at each other, took Mu Qingchen's arm, and asked her again.

"Just now... there was a woman in a red dress underwater with blood red lips. She, she grinned at me, her smile is so weird... Did you see it? Huh? Did you see it?"

Chang Shu made a frightened and horrified expression, shook her head blankly, took out a handkerchief and wiped her sweat with concern, only to realize that her forehead was cold.

"Then what about you?" Mu Qingchen swept away Chang Shu's hand, glanced across the pavilion, and asked the maids who were standing beside him.

"The servant girl didn't see it."

"Neither are the slaves."

…

The answer is no.

"Obviously there are red clothes, long hair, and a little...fat."

fat!

It's not good that the cow chrysanthemum is going to be exposed!

Chang Shu hurriedly confuses the audience: "Probably... it was swollen by blisters."

After finishing speaking, he added: "You don't talk strangely, don't scare yourself, we are not afraid of the shadow crooked..."

Mu Qingchen's gaze slowly moved down and fell to the ground, feeling inexplicably...his shadow was a bit crooked.

"vomit-"

Fear spread to the limbs, his stomach began to cramp sharply, and Mu Qingchen held his stomach in pain. The freshly eaten wagashi mixed with gastric juice from bottom to top, broke through the mouth, and was spit into the lake.

Chang Shu secretly screamed "Okay."

It seems to be very exciting.

She held Mu Qingchen's face and said, Qing Chen looked at me and told me who you are? Are you stupid?

Mu Qingchen pushed her away, and vomited again, sour water came out, his legs almost collapsed and became soft and sour.

"It's over," Mu Qingchen turned sideways, leaning on the pavilion, his nose was sour, and his eyes were blurred, "Quickly, Doctor Xuan, Xuan Linyuan."

Chang Shu's heart was pulled into a ball, worried that this method was too hard, and he held her to sit on the ground, calling her name over and over again.

But seeing him relieved, he said solemnly: "I am in a trance and nausea... I must be... pregnant!"

Chang Shu: "!?"

afterwards.

Mu Qingchen was very entangled. After lunch, she still sat in the pavilion, her hands propped her face motionless, and no one spoke.

His eyes were vacant in the air, without any focus.

Chang Shu seriously doubted whether he was frightening people.

After thinking twice, he decided to ask Xuan Linyuan.

After seeing Lin Yuan, Mu Qingchen showed unprecedented enthusiasm, rolled up his sleeves, revealing the jagged wrist bones, and asked him to quickly check his pulse to see if it was rolling like a ball.

Like a ball rolling disc?

Lin Yuan blinked.

Isn't that the pulse condition of Ximai?

He was full of doubts, and turned around to cast a searching look at Chang Shu. Chang Shu's bright eyes are no longer clear, full of sorrow, stepping out of Yuting.

Lin Yuan hurriedly followed Mu Qingchen with Chang Shu. The two stopped fifteen steps away.

"Muhuma...seems to be entangled?"

Chang Shu will tell Lin Yuan about the future of the dragon, half helpless and half angrily: "She is entangled whether or not to kill the child!"

Lin Yuan: "!?"

"In your opinion, what's next?"

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, and his clenched fist smashed in the air: "Weichen thought, we have to continue. The'dose' should be stronger, the stronger the better!"