Rotten Terrier

Chang Shu has been in a depressed mood recently. She hasn't seen a smile for several days, and she doesn't like to go out of Hulan Temple in a depressed mood. -

Except for going to Fenghe Gongxiang every day to save her morning and twilight, she didn't go anywhere anymore, and didn't care if she lacked the homework of Hongwenguan.

Everyone in the palace was very careful when they waited on her.

Aunt Chuyue looked anxious in her eyes.

"Princess, the little daisies in the courtyard opened up all night, won't you go and see?"

Chang Shuan sat behind the bookcase, holding a book of "The Book of Songs" and reading it in pity. After reading it, he didn't even turn the pages... and the book was taken down.

"No," she replied absently. The tone is slightly inaudible, even without a trace of ups and downs.

Aunt Chuyue was glad that she hadn't reached the point of being dazzled and deaf, otherwise she would never hear her.

"I heard that Liyuan has released a new song and a new dance. The servants recruited them to relieve your boredom, right?"

"Not boring."

Aunt Chuyue: "..."

A face of unrequited love, still called not bored?

"Then have something to eat, the pastry just sent by Shangshi Bureau, the chefs are very skillful, very beautiful..." She winked at the maidservant who was holding the food box, and motioned for her to take the food. Come out and put them away one by one.

"Don't eat." Chang Shu lifted the book in her hand, covering her eyebrows and eyes.

Aunt Chuyue knew that it was a small gesture that she only had when she was upset.

Hey, that's all, don't eat if you don't eat it.

She sighed, picked up the food trays one by one, put back all the food boxes, and retreated with the maidservant.

The next day, Chang Yuan leaped to Chang Shu while throwing the drape. At that time, he was at the flower garden, holding a gourd scoop to water the daisies. Everywhere his eyes were, it was yellow, bright and eye-catching.

"Emperor Sister?" Chang Shu cocked her head and called to her. Seeing that she didn't respond, she stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her.

Chang Shu's loose eyes and hearts returned to clarity, surprised that Chang Yuan didn't know when he came.

"Emperor sister... what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay." She still cherishes her words like gold.

The corner of Chang Yuan's mouth slanted upwards, pointing at his feet, and said, "You poured a bucket of water here, and you said it was all right? This little daisy is almost drowning!"

Chang Shu looked down at it, ah, really.

Chang Yuan smiled and paused deliberately: "Sister Huang, are you... ill?"

"No illness."

"You must be sick! The people in the palace are talking!"

Are all talking? Chang Shu retracted her steps and turned around to look at her.

"What do you say about this palace?"

"Say you..." Chang Yuan jumped a little away and said in a loud voice, "You have lovesickness!"

"You!" Chang Shu was annoyed and embarrassed, her grand princess was actually wearing such a big hat, and her daughter's face didn't need to be.

"Yuan'er, see if I don't sew your mouth!" She threw the gourd scoop into the barrel and rolled up her sleeves to catch Chang Yuan.

Seeing that the situation is not good, Chang Yuan jumped into the flowerbed, and flew away like a rabbit. When he reached the other side, he didn't forget to turn back and stick his tongue out. -

Chang Shu's brain hurts with anger.

lovesickness?

joke!

How could she miss a **** who humiliated her, she could get angry just thinking about it, dare to slap her with a stick, and call her a wild boar, she was bold and lawless.

Why is she depressed every day? It's not that she can't vent her humiliation.

To find, you must find this bastard, and then throw her into the torture department, suffering from the tens of thousands of knives, cramps, skinning, and corpses, and then implicating her nine races!

A sneeze.

Mu Qingchen sneezed abruptly.

The master at the top of the school was forced to stop and glared at her sulkingly. The next moment, his strong voice rang in the hall: "Mu Qingchen, what objection do you have to the old man's teaching?"

Mu Qingchen: "..."

I haven't even listened to the class, can I have any objections.

"I want to ask you something!" He smashed the teaching ruler at the corner of the case.

The students were all shocked, their eyes fixed on Mu Qingchen alone, and there were two occasional taunts.

Mu Qingchen didn't know, slapped his lips, and it took a long time to stand up, Yu Guang glanced to the right, and wanted to ask Master Yi Xiaobai where he was talking, but saw his head smashed behind the book. , There are two drops of shining saliva hanging on his lips.

Damn it, always dozing off at critical moments!

Mu Qingchen: "..."

The Master followed her gaze and looked at her. His heart was angry, his teeth rattled, and he slapped the case: "Yi Xiaobai!"

Yi Xiaobai bounced up abruptly and yawned: "Huh? get out of class is over?"

"Fuck you!" The master who was full of sages and sages' words was stunned as soon as he said it, my God, he has cleaned himself for many years, and he has never said any foul language without covering up...Uuuuu, today is considered to be a late festival.

"You two..." He trembled like a sieve, "You...you..."

He choked in his throat, rolled his eyes, and fell straight down.

"Sister Huang, have you heard that Kongfuzi of the Imperial College was stunned." Chang Yuan was swinging in the imperial garden.

"Who is angry with him?"

"Mu Qingchen, the youngest daughter of Mr. Mu's family, I heard that she has always been awkward."

"Well, the one who entered the Taiyuan Academy at the age of sixteen is a little heard." Chang Shuyun was calm and clear, drawing the portrait stroke by stroke.

"It is rumored that she looks very good, and she is a bit more beautiful than Zijun. The father appreciates her, and the foreign dynasties are talking about it, guessing that the father wants her to be the lord, and Mu Guogong has pushed several ways to say that he is pro... …Huh, Sister Huang, you said she is the master of Shang, could it be you?"

Chang Shu's pen froze, her eyebrows condensed and pondered.

This is not unreasonable. There are five princesses in total, and she is the oldest, reaching the age of marriage.

"Ah," Chang Yuan jumped off the swing, "In this way, how can Xiang Ziyi be good..."

"What is he doing with this palace?" She interrupted Chang Yuan.

"Emperor Sister, you are so heartless. Xiang Ziyi has admired you for many years. No one knows who does not know. Besides, don't you also give him a purse?"

"It was he who picked it up and refused to return it to me!"

She didn't want to mention the troubles, she turned around and asked Chang Yuan to look at her painting: "Does it look like?"

Chang Shu was confused: "Sister Huang, who do you paint, where did I see it?"

"Stupid, the man I taught me in Lishan."

"It's her? Sister, you painted her and you want to hand it over to Jingzhao Mansion to find someone. I think it's fine, she bullied you, don't you bully you and go back."

When they were talking about it, their mother-in-law Huiyi came with a smile on her face. She waved her hand to avoid them. She took Chang Shu's hand and said, "Shu'er, your father calls you, go quickly."

"Did the father say anything? You are so happy?"

"You, ghostly," Hui Yi nodded her nose, "Have you ever heard of Namu Qingchen? She **** off Master Kong from the Imperial College, and your father is telling her to guilty."

"Ask her sin, it will involve me doing something."

"How can you really ask her about her sin, but just behave, your father always wanted to let you two see you."

Chang Yuan was pleasantly surprised: "I guessed she would be the emperor's consort!"

Chang Shu shot her a stab at her: "Shut up!"

Chang Yuan pursed her mouth: "Woo, mother queen, sister Huang is fierce to me..."

Tai Chi Palace is divided into the former Dynasty, the Chinese Dynasty and the Inner Dynasty. Each has a main hall. After the early Dynasty, Emperor Hua will go to the Xuansheng Hall of the Inner Dynasty to review the memorials.

Mu Qingchen was led by people, went up to the dozens of steps, and then stepped into the hall with a feeling of trepidation. He bypassed the magnificent front hall and arrived at the magnificent nave. To describe the Vantage.

She knelt down and prostrated herself, but she didn't get a "flat body" from him for a long time.

It doesn't matter, just kneel and chant, as long as you don't get punished or scolded, you can do anything. Besides, the carpet is thick and the knee doesn't hurt at all.

But the surroundings were too quiet and arousing nervousness, only the rustling sound of Vantage's clattering.

Chang Shu entered the hall from the side door. The little **** raised her index finger, made a silent gesture to her, stopped behind a hollowed-out eight-fold screen, and whispered: "The emperor specially ordered you to Looking at Namu Qingchen from behind the screen, it's still eye-catching."

Chang Shu suddenly realized, but also helpless, thought, as if it was a walk through the scene, so slowly stepped forward and leaned closer to the screen.

Looking to the left through the large and small openings, she saw her father, who was sitting on the desk, burying his head.

He seemed to feel his own existence, secretly lifted his face from the memorial, and winked at her.

It's... old naughty boy.

Chang Shu turned away and looked to the other side...

Don't look at it, don't know, look at it... shocked! ! !

Isn't this person... the **** who humiliated her?

"She... is she?"

The little **** replied respectfully: "It's Mu Qingchen, a student of the Imperial College, and his father is Mu Guogong."

Chang Shu’s ears buzzed, a joy that came to life without any effort, her amber eyes gleamed slyly: "Go and find some pebbles for this palace, the more the better. !"

The little **** didn't ask much, but he obediently responded. After a stick of incense, he took a large plate back, all of them small, not much bigger than peas.

Chang Shu squeezed one, weighed a breath in the palm of his hand, and placed it where his thumb and **** met, sinking his dantian, secretly moving energy...

call out--

The small stone bullet flew out, as fast as lightning, and hit Mu Qingchen's waist hard.

"Ah!" Mu Qingchen was caught off guard, exclaimed because of the pain, and leaned back hastily.

Vantage raised her head in response, and saw her grinning over her waist, her mouth pressed into a line, as if she was holding back something.

He blinked, puzzled, just as if he saw some hidden weapon flying past...

call out--

The hidden weapon came out again, hitting the tip of Mu Qingchen's nose, making the spot red and swollen.

Vantage saw clearly this time that it flew out from behind the screen. Could it be that Chang Shu did it?

No, it won't.

My lady is so prestigious, how could I do this kind of sneaky thing...

call out--

This time it hit the back of Mu Qingchen's hand.

Vantage: "..."

Well, Shuer did it.

The little pebbles flew towards Mu Qingchen one by one, heading, face, shoulders, legs...Chang Shu hits very accurately, without any flicks, until Mu Qingchen screams.

After a while, the small half plate was gone.

It's so deceiving!

Mu Qingchen couldn't bear it, staggering to his feet, planning to rush into the screen and arrest someone.

"Cough!" Vantage cleared his throat, with a warning in his voice.

Mu Qingchen was discouraged immediately, returned to the original place and continued to kneel in a well-behaved manner.

Mu·Beat·Qingchen was carried out of the Xuansheng Hall, all the way out of Chengtian Gate, and into the Imperial College.

The students in the prison turned pale with fright, and they were all in a mess, and they hurriedly invited the wine for the sacrifice.

Jijiu's reaction was even worse than that of them, and the white beard exploded: "What is this thing?"

One said: "It seems to be a person."

One said: "It seems to be Mu Qingchen."

One said: "The face is swollen like a wasp sting, how can you tell that it is Mu Qingchen?"

"Hui Yi," Vantage said in distress. "She doesn't seem to like the horseman I was looking for for Shu'er."

Hui Yi smiled faintly and said: "Your Majesty has been worrying too much, Shu'er likes it very much!"

Vantage was unclear so: "What did she tell you?"

"Look." Hui Yi took out a portrait from his sleeve.

"This was accidentally discovered by the concubine in Shu'er's bedroom. Isn't the person in the painting the same as Mu Qingchen. If she doesn't like it, why did she paint others."

"You see how good the painting is, it is so lifelike, if it is not full of true feelings, how can it be like this!"

Vantage: "..."

"But I always feel weird..."

"The emperor~" Hui Yi whispered, "Don't guess the girl's mind!"