Rotten Terrier

The joss stick shop is not big, it's only two or three feet long and wide, but there are a lot of things inside. The bamboo shelf is specially wrapped with colored silk, and the scented wax is evenly spread on the top.

At the bottom, a Tianzhu man with a red turban was sitting in front of the fire and making candles. He heard the wind chimes ringing under the door, stood up on his knees, and asked Mu Qingchen and the others: "But I want to buy magic oil."

Mu Qingchen had a few surprises, but he could be seen intent without saying a word. He raised his eyes to the shrewdness of Tianzhu's eyes and smiled clearly. It’s right to want to come. Qing Ming has passed early, and there is no temple fair this month. Two young Lord **** suddenly visited, not buying **** oil.

Yi Xiaobai turned his back nervously and looked around for a moment, raised three fingers, and said straightforwardly: "Three boxes."

Tianzhu’s red turban was moistened with sweat from his forehead, and the color of the edge was one darker and lighter. He rubbed his hands and went to the backyard. When he came back, he held four boxes, saying that it was buy three and get one free.

Yi Xiaobai came from a family of merchants. He didn't hesitate money and didn't ask the price. He threw a piece of silver collar directly, took the oil in a panic, and said to Mu Qingchen, "Hey, it happened that we were evenly divided."

With that said, despite the disgust in Mu Qingchen's expression, he just stuffed her with two boxes.

Mu Qingchen flipped through the things in his hand and saw that Tianzhu was about to leave, so he hurriedly stopped him, leaned to his ear, and said embarrassedly: "Is there anything...that can't be used in the house?"

Something that can't "get up"! ?

The people from Tianzhu have been in the Imperial Capital for less than five years, and they are not proficient in Chinese, and they often misunderstand or do not understand.

He took a step back, his dark face was covered with sweat, and it appeared oily. He looked at Mu Qingchen with a strange look, then suddenly slapped him, and excitedly asked her to wait.

He trot into the back of the stove, and mysteriously took out a small wooden box with old copper locks and delicate snail patterns. With his rough palm, he carefully stroked away the dust on his head: " This is what you want!"

Sure enough.

Mu Qingchen was overjoyed.

Yi Xiaobai was tickled by the mystery of these two people, unscrewed the lock, and opened it for a look: "My god, Qing Chen, you can't show it!"

Small leather whips, small shackles, wool loops...everything.

What are these! ?

Mu Qingchen didn't get angry, and just jumped into the little heart of heaven, and instantly fell into the eighteenth hell.

"You don't mean enough, I want me too." Yi Xiaobai narrowed his mouth and opened his hand to the Tianzhu people.

The Tianzhu people said embarrassingly: "No more."

Mu Qingchen didn't bother to listen to the noise of the two of them. He stuffed the wooden box to Yi Xiaobai, turned and opened the curtain, but accidentally bumped into a soft fragrant body.

It's Chang Shu.

Qi was looking at herself with pity and distress, especially after seeing the Tianzhu oil in her hand, the feeling of pity and distress aggravated a little.

What does this mean?

Mu Qingchen uncomfortably put the things into his sleeves, and after a while, shouted out Yi Xiaobai who was holding the wooden box, and accompanied Chang Shu and Chang Yuan to watch the Kucha artist playing fire sticks under the arch bridge.

Chang Yuan seemed to like it very much, marveling at the tumbling fire sticks, cheering and applauding with the surrounding people from time to time, the wind chimes on the wrists, with her movements, bells, bells, bells, clear bells, Reverberated in the noisy square.

After watching this game, I went to see the Persians playing rope skills. A hemp rope was thrown into the sky, and the man climbed up the rope, climbed straight into a white cloud and disappeared. In the blink of an eye, the man was on the opposite eaves. Appeared on.

Everyone exclaimed and won a full house.

On the carriage returning to the palace, Chang Yuan was still talking about it happily, and He Yi Xiaobai changed positions, approached Mu Qingchen and asked, "Qingchen, how did you say that the Persian climbed the rope? "

"Fangshu." Mu Qingchen was still worrying about tonight's affairs, unwilling to play with her, perfunctorily, "Similar to hypnosis or blindfolding, using words or movements to make people unconsciously confused. We see What I felt and what I felt were actually hallucinations. During this period, the man took the opportunity to rush to the opposite eaves."

"That's it." Chang Yuan wakes up like a dream.

Chang Shu was also caught in this doubt. After listening to Mu Qingchen's explanation, she became even more interested. She wanted to ask the difference between Persian alchemy and Taoist concentrating energy training. She hadn't said the words yet, she suddenly felt. The carriage stopped.

She looked out through the small half-rolled window with bamboo blinds and found that she was walking into Guangdefang at the moment, crowded with people, and it was really not suitable for parking.

"What happened?" Chang Shurou said.

Niu Juhua's voice sounded from outside the car: "Princess, the bad-looking handsome Xiang Ziyi begs to see you."

The public building of Jingzhao Mansion is in the northeast corner of Guangdefang. The bad guys are under the control of the Jingzhao Mansion, and Xiang Ziyi is here, presumably to discuss the arrest of the pervert in the Sixteenth King's House.

Chang Shu calmly smoothed the wrinkles on the skirt, and asked Mu Qingchen what he meant: "Would you like to see?"

Because of Xiang Ziyi's quarrel between the two of them, it is better to be more cautious.

Xiang Ziyi?

Mu Qingchen recovered from being absent-minded.

Yes, he is Chang Shu's childhood sweetheart. When they were fourteen years old, they gave each other sachets for life. If it weren't for me to smash Chang Shu's time with a peerless appearance, and to soften Chang Shu's years, the position of this cohort should be Xiang Ziyi.

Hey, blame me for my infinite charm!

However, it is not a long-term solution to disguise a woman as a man. I will leave Chang Shu one day. During this period, I should give these two more opportunities to meet. When I leave, I will be a scumbag. , And there will be no successors.

Mu Qingchen made up his mind and looked at Chang Shu. His face was always gentle and graceful, and that smile was like misty Jiangnan misty rain.

When she thinks that she will be someone else's wife in the future, Mu Qingchen's eyes are sore, and his heart is sore and swollen.

No matter, after all, I am sorry for others, and letting them reunite from the mirror can be regarded as a kind of compensation...

She rolled the thin bamboo curtain up by two points, poked out half of her head, and raised a smile: "My lord, where are you hitting!"

This is a familiar sound, quite a bit of the cadence of the brothel old bustard.

Xiang Ziyi got goose bumps, shivering like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

Qixiang Baonian was the throne of Vantage, and was rewarded to Princess Mu Ning's mansion. Xiang Ziyi was overjoyed when he saw this nun. He is an honest person, didn't do what he thought, Wu stepped forward and blocked the way, wanting to say a few words to Chang Shu.

Who Cheng Xiangmu Qingchen was also in it.

Xiang Ziyi was full of suspicion. You must know that Mu Qingchen is a jealous man, and he always doesn't wait to see him. He is confused by the scorching sun today, why is he suddenly happy with himself.

There is fraud, there must be fraud.

Not only did he think so, but also the Niujuhua and White Lotus driving the horse, let alone Chang Shu, Chang Yuan and Yi Xiaobai in the car.

The soldiers around the car stared at Mu Qingchen with "nothing to do, and if you treacherous or steal" eyes.

"Muddy horse," Xiang Ziyi is handsome and straight, running around the shop all day, his skin is tanned, and the whole person looks resolute and handsome. "I just came out of Jingzhao Mansion and I am going to deploy bad people to station ten. Six Kings House, by the way, please take good care of Shuer... Take good care of your Royal Highness Princess, don’t give the pervert a chance."

Mu Qingchen: "..."

The pervert is right in front of your eyes, and the princess wants to tarnish her innocence tonight.

"It's just on the way, how about you get in the car and let us take you for a while?" Mu Qingchen turned around.

Everyone was surprised and happy, oh my god, it's been a long time to see, the eldest princess is about to ride in the same car with the predecessor and the current one! After Mu Qingchen was struck by thunder, the second big gossip of Emperor Jing was finally released, and it is about to detonate the midsummer!

Chang Yuan and Yi Xiaobai looked at Chang Shu expectantly, but Chang Shu killed him with a slash.

"Thanks to the lord." Chang Shu said with a high tone, poking Mu Qingchen's waist with her fingers desperately.

Xiang Ziyi heard Chang Shu’s overtones, knowing that she didn’t want to have anything to do with her, and bitterly tugged at the corners of her mouth, and thanked Mu Qingchen: "Thank you Mu Qingma for your kindness. A friend of mine just entered the Imperial Capital, and I have to take it first. He enters the palace face saint."

He said, looking at the tea shop on the side, under the flag, a blond old man, wearing a white robe with a standing collar, was standing amiably and smiling like a spring breeze blowing across the wild.

Mu Qingchen noticed the two golden ribbons hanging over his shoulders, and stared at the cross on his chest again...

Look, this dress should be Nestorian... Archbishop.

Mu Qingchen was in a daze, blessed to his soul, a white light flashed in his mind...

Got an idea! A good idea not to share a room with Chang Shu.

With bright eyes, she lifted her clothes and got out of the car, stepped under the flag, smiled shrewdly, and said to the host: "My Mishiha!"

The archbishop was so stunned that he couldn't speak. Mishiha was the chief **** of Nestorianism and the belief of all believers. He came to the Imperial Capital this time to beg to see the Emperor Vantage, so that he could get permission to pass on the faith of Mi Shiha and build the Jingjiao Temple on this blessed land.

Unexpectedly, the Lord in front of him was so warm and kind to him and his beliefs, and it was really touching.

After Mu Qingchen learned of his intentions, he declared his identity and warmly invited him into the palace, promising to help him write a preface in Vantage and the Ministry of Industry.

The archbishop couldn't ask for it, and embraced her with tears of joy and kissed her forehead: "The Lord is with you!"

He couldn't express the excitement in his heart, tightly held Xiang Ziyi's hand, said goodbye to him, and thanked him for recommending Mu Qingchen for himself. So he got on the Qixiang Baoying and bowed to the two princesses in the car.

That head knocked, louder than a cow chrysanthemum!

Chang Shu understood in his gratitude, it turned out that Mu Qingchen flicked him into the car and wanted to take him to see his father.

It's really weird.

Chang Shu thought about it carefully. She couldn't remember when Mu Qingchen had been interested in Nestorianism. Isn't she the most disgusted with ghosts and gods?

"Please, please." Chang Shu put on the majesty of a princess from a great country. When I was about to give him a seat, I found that there was no space in the car, so I had to let the old archbishop kneel there...

Mu Qingchen slid down from the soft cushion and sat cross-face across from him. The corners of his eyebrows and eyes were full of sincerity. He asked him to teach her doctrines and guide her to be kind.

The archbishop's turbid eyes immediately regained his clarity, and with his old phlegm, he faintly told the story of Mi Shih who was nailed to the cross and was reborn three days later.

The story is sad and tortuous. Everyone was so touched by Mi Shihe's kindness and righteousness that they didn't even notice it when they entered the palace gate.

After getting out of the car, Mu Qingchen asked them to return to the Hulan Temple first, while she herself took the archbishop to see her father.

Chang Shu didn't refute, she replied, and led everyone to the east, walking to the middle of the palace road, looking back at Mu Qingchen's back and away...

"Princess, the maids of the Shangying Bureau have been here for a long time." Chuyue entered the palace after taking care of the things in the mansion.

Listening to the room is a major event, but the empress dowager is to be blamed on a business trip.

Chang Shu bathed behind the screen, the surface of the water was sparkling, the sound of the water was clear, and the air was full. Her skin was red as drunk, and the aroma of red petals was rich.

She stood up from the white water, and the maidservants beside her were busy covering her with light clothing and stepping out of the screen. Seeing that Chuyue was telling people to put down the triple curtain and the curtain between the beds.

The maternal maid stepped into the hall with the lantern in her hand, squatted a salute, and ordered the little servants behind her to greet her quickly, saying: "These are new maids, don't understand the rules, don't mind."

Then he added: "The third princess has already started." It means, I implore you to send someone to find Mu Xianma according to Aunt Chuyue's intention.

Chang Yuan's bedroom was next door, and there was only a courtyard between the two halls. It was already a while, and the night seemed to be splashed with ink.

Chang Shu's gaze leaped out of the window frame in the cold white moonlight, and looked to the opposite side, knowing what the maternal lady said was true, because the candle in the opposite hall had been half-extinguished, and a faint ambiguous light jumped on the window paper. …

"Chuyue, order Niujuhua to take people to find it." Her voice was a bit sulky.

The royal rules are cumbersome, and they attach great importance to this night. If this matter reaches the ears of the emperor's grandmother, Mu Qingchen will not be able to eat it. Besides, she really doesn't care how she feels alone in the vacant room...

"Here, the horseman is back." The cow chrysanthemum who had just left ran back and pointed his finger outside the door, overjoyed.

Chang Shu looked in the direction of his fingers and saw Mu, Nestor, Qingchen wearing a white robe with a stand-up collar, walking in with a stride. Perhaps because of the improper clothes, he was knocked by the threshold when he lifted his foot to cross the door. Slapped the foot.

She held up a string of rosary in a chic gesture, with a cross hanging from the end of the rosary.

The corners of Chang Shu's mouth sank: "What are you... doing in this way?"

Mu·Nestrian·Qingchen: "I have an epiphany!"

She looked so enlightened and replied powerfully: "From now on, I will be a person who is not close to female sex, with a pure heart and low desires, and travel around the world. From now on, I will care about food and vegetables. I have a house and face it. Emperor Beijing, spring is blooming."

After speaking, I began to hum and sing: "I have spent my whole life to support you. There are too many worries in the world to forget. Please give me unlimited power to love and be loved, so that I can rest under the cross and watch quietly. Think~"

Chang Shu: "!?"

I really want to slap you again!