Rotten Terrier

Mu Qingchen had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his face bones were fairly resistant to smashing. He smashed his brow bones and cheekbones, dripped blood twice, and also smashed the bridge of his nose with purple in the blue.

Had it not been for the strict rules of the palace, Lin Yuan would have planned to take a straw mat and lay the floor on the porch of the Hulan Temple. Anyway, he didn't do business all day, patronizing Mu Qingchen and seeing him sick.

Mu Qingchen didn't wait to see him when it was over, and blamed him for wrapping her head like a pig's head.

In fact, it's not that exaggerated at all, it's obviously still exposed under the nose.

He thought so, and said so, in exchange for Mu Qingchen's eye knife, the knife seemed to be quenched and boiled, and it made his scalp numb.

Fortunately, the empress mother is beside her, otherwise Mu Qingchen will screw off his big head and use it as a polo.

"This... won't break the picture, right." After all, the queen mother is Zijun, and her face is the most concerned.

"After returning to the Queen Mother, the wound was not deep, and the treatment was prompt. The consort is the Lord of the Lord, so there will be no scars."

The queen mother sighed in relief, and stood up on the edge of the table: "The palace is relieved."

She was supported by Mother Gui, and she leaned close to Mu Qingchen, head tilted slightly to the left and slightly to the right, and looked at Mu Qingchen: "Chen'er, you are good to rest. The emperor's grandmother is exhausted. gone back."

Hearing that Mu Qingchen wanted to lift the quilt, he got out of bed to send her off.

"No, you are tired too," the queen mother lifted her armoured hand, and said to Chang Shu again, "Take care of Chen'er. Tomorrow is Ta'atu's welcoming ceremony. It will be a day of tossing, Ruo Chen. If your child feels uncomfortable, go and ask your father for a decree, Yingdian...no more."

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Chang Shu's reply, Wu turned around and left the sleeping hall, muttering in her mouth, "What is this all about."

The princesses of the two countries fought violently, and the front of the temple lost their honor, and the front of the temple lost their honor...

Chang Shu hurriedly led a house of wombs to send each other away, and sent them all the way to the plaque of Hulan Temple. Seeing him stepping forward, he returned to the original path with peace of mind.

As soon as he returned to the sleeping hall, he saw Mu Qingchen grabbing Lin Yuan with one hand and holding his abdomen with one hand, and asked mysteriously: "It's so bad, doesn't it affect fertility?"

Chang Shu: "..."

Lin Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth: "Don't worry, it is the face that hurts, and it won't affect you."

Mu Qingchen was silent for this, released him, took the bronze mirror in his hand, returned to the bed, and sat cross-legged.

Lin Yuan was rumored and didn't want to stay here for a long time. Seeing Chang Shu came back, he presented the prescribed prescription to Chang Shu for review. After obtaining his approval, he asked Aunt Chuyue to go back to the hospital to get medicine with him.

It is late now, and the rain has stopped, but the sky is still gloomy, scattered with a few rays of sunset, alternating red and gray, neither tuned nor uniform, and very awkward.

Chang Shu told Aunt Chuyue to go and return quickly, and then stepped into the dormitory alone.

The outside of the hall was cool, but the inside of the hall was warm and a little stuffy. Chang Shu didn't mean to open the window, instead he closed the two windows that opened a line...

She took off her coat and put it on the top of the screen.

"My Qingchen looks good in everything." Chang Shu stepped to the edge of the bed and sat down, smiling at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

The bronze mirror moved down two inches, revealing Mu Qingchen's eyes: "His Royal Highness Princess Long is a rare sweetheart."

"Are there any rewards?" Chang Shu liked her ridicule, her eyes swirling, looking forward to it.

Mu Qingchen didn't care about her heart, hooked her chin, and pressed a kiss on her lips. The kiss was very light, like a dragonfly, and like a little baby who has tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, afraid of losing his sense of measure.

"Not enough." Chang Shu circled her waist and buried her face on her shoulders.

Ok?

Mu Qingchen raised his eyebrows.

He took her face out of his arms and pressed a kiss again, this time it was not like before, with two brute force.

Chang Shu led her all the way, fell into the pillow, pressed her under her body and said, her eyes were vaguely blurred: "Qing Chen, I know you are angry with me..."

"Nothing." Mu Qingchen couldn't figure out her words.

Chang Shu said to herself: "I won't take refuge medicine anymore. Really, I threw them away... You should be angry with me, but I promise never again... I'm ready to Have a baby for you."

This is the second time she has said this.

Mu Qingchen's recent performances, from "drinking the medicine to avoid child" to "pregnancy", to "successful fetus", are nothing more than longing for the child and indignation towards her.

Mu Qingchen has been asking her to give birth to a child, but she has been hesitating, slowly and slowly, Mu Qingchen didn't know whether she was impatient or disappointed, so she stopped saying this.

At the same time, there was much less pleas for her.

She could not pull the face of the princess and took the initiative to cater to her. The two of them were so dry and exhausted. Besides, there were always rumors about her and Xiang Ziyi. Over time, Mu Qingchen had a lot of complaints about her, although on the surface, she was still loving and loving. But what is going on, only they know.

In fact, in the final analysis, it was not that she was unwilling to give birth, but that she had no confidence in Mu Qingchen. This person is unkind since she was a child, and her heart is like a fast iron plate. She doesn't cover her heat, and she can't melt. Sometimes she wonders if Mu Qingchen really has her in her heart—a mother who even raised herself for 19 years can ignore it. People, is the heart really moved by love?

Even if Jiahe is only her adoptive mother, no one understands the principle of "nourishing kindness is greater than bearing kindness".

So she had a grudge against Mu Qingchen, for her indifference, her for being inconsiderate. If it weren't for Mu Qingchen's accident this time, she would still let this resentment spread in her heart.

But not anymore, because she found that she had never really experienced Mu Qingchen's mood.

A person who is lonely in childhood and abandoned by his biological mother will have a stronger desire for family affection than anyone else. A small life with the same blood may be this strong relief.

Therefore, Mu Qingchen is always obsessed with children.

"Okay? Let's have a baby tonight." Chang Shu was nervous and looking forward. The kiss fell on Mu Qingchen's cheeks and ears as densely as today's raindrops, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Piping hot.

The glands on the back of the neck gradually swelled.

Fingertips rubbed against Mu Qingchen’s collarbone, like a soft feather, flicking back and forth, before a few moments, she proficiently opened the clasp of her neckline, without stopping, the palm of her hand went in, all the way down, unwinding Open the waist side of the shirt with ties.

"What **** thing are you talking about!" Mu Qingchen regained his sense of gentleness, pushed Chang Shu's shoulder aside, and lifted her aside.

"It's so good, what's the matter?" Chang Shu was startled, her full chest rising up and down, he paused, put his hand on Mu Qingchen's face, and asked, "But I was not careful and hurt your face..."

Mu Qingchen's eyes rounded, and roughly interrupted her: "What child do you want!"

Chang Shu puzzled: "I... just want to make you happy."

"I'm so happy! I haven't passed the first seven of Sugar Alcohol, you are planning to have another baby!"

Sugar alcohol?

The first seven?

Oh, yes, Mu Qingchen's beloved son is named Mu Sugar Alcohol, and he "die" the night before.

Chang Shu seemed to be poured cold water on her head, and her enthusiasm was lost.

Reluctantly sat up, buried his face in his knees, like a pitiful ostrich.

God, give Mu Qingchen another thunder, and split her brain back to my palace...

"Almost forgot," Mu Qingchen remembered something. "After tomorrow's welcome ceremony, the Abbot Yuanmiao from Jianfu Temple has to be invited here to help the sugar alcohol..."

Chang Shu couldn't listen to it, so she pulled the quilt and covered her face, and fell asleep.

"Have you heard." Mu Qingchen solemnly said.

Chang Shu's dull voice came from the bed linen: "The shame of the palace is the first, and our children in the future can't be called Mu Tang."

It's also a bachelor's degree, with a name similar to Chinese herbal medicine.

Being so angry by Mu Qingchen, Chang Shu slept unrealistically at night, and woke up three times.

When the night was still heavy, rustling footsteps sounded outside, and the shadows of the palace servants were reflected on the window screens, and there were also the shadows of the aunt Chuyue: "The princess, the four shifts have passed, and we must hurry up. Something happened."

Today is Yingdian, things are very cumbersome.

Chang Shu approved them.

They opened the door slightly, and the light of the red lantern illuminates a small circle. One of them took out the fire fold and blew out the flames, lighting up the candlesticks and wall lamps in the house one by one.

The room was instantly bright.

Chang Shu didn't linger, got out of the bed, and they waited for them to shower, wash, wear makeup and dress.

During the busy schedule, the eastern sky gradually whitened, diluting the darkness of the night.

Before that, the turret of Chengtian Gate rang the first Dawn Drum.

Boom boom, boom boom.

The drum sound is dull but not dull, as if coming from the depths of time.

Then, all palace gates responded with the same rhythm of drums. Zhuquemen, Anfumen, Jingfengmen, Shunyimen...

The drum sound is like a circle of ripples, gradually spreading on the water surface, spreading from the inside to the outside to every drum tower in the Imperial Capital... The whole city began to wake up.

Aunt Chuyue was stunned by the sound of the drums, and urged: "Hurry up! Hurry up! The Chengtian Gate has opened!"

This means that the sky is about to turn bright, when the Turkic Khan will start from the post and lead the Turkic slaves to sing and dance all the way along the Zhuque Avenue into the imperial city, and then into the palace.

This street is about fifty feet wide and about 1,500 feet long, which simply cannot accommodate the million people of the Imperial Capital.

For this reason, Vantage also dispatched Lin Pinru and Xiang Ziyi, the unhealthy commander for security and Wannian, to take all the unscrupulous people in Emperor Jing to supervise the order of the scene.

"Slaves go to see if the steps have come," Chu Yue had combed Chang Shu's hair bun, and handed the eight treasure hairpins in her hands to the maidservant beside her, "In exchange for you to serve the princess."

The maidservant responded.

The bronze mirror is filled with a dazzling array of accessories, exquisite and luxurious, shining brightly.

The maidservant is not impatient or impatient. She knows that Chang Shu likes plain and elegant, so she looked up and down the eight-treasure hairpin, then hesitated: "Does the princess want to change a hairpin?"

Chang Shu didn't seem to have heard it, his eyes fixed on the bright bronze mirror, and in the corner of it was Mu Qingchen, who was sleepy and yawning.

"No black clothes are allowed today." She looked at the black mid laner on Mu Qingchen's body, still remembering that she was rejected last night, her tone was sharper.

"Why? Wearing black is melancholy." It can show the sadness of my white-haired people sending black-haired people.

"For today's occasion, you can't be willful, wear purple clothes, purple is luxurious, and it's ready for you."

A small palace maid swiftly held up the clothes.

Mu Qingchen looked around, narrowed his eyes, very reluctant.

"By the way, the breakfast from the Shangshi Bureau is here. Go to the dining room and use it first. Don't wait for me. I'll be here in a while."

Mu Qingchen raised her mouth slightly, and asked enthusiastically, "What are the breakfast options? Is it Ejiao cake, Polygonum multiflorum rice porridge, and Chinese angelica black chicken soup?"

Chang Shu gave her a hard look.

It's really enough to replenish qi and blood!

"Have you heard what the husband said?" Chang Shu said to the maids.