rotten son-in-law

"Mu Qingchen was struck by lightning!"

The 29th year of Dahua Jiasheng, the first day of July.A piece of the latest royal gossip, boiling the whole imperial capital.

A team of Hu merchants entered the West Market after passing the customs clearance document. They traveled day and night and were quite tired. They entered a small stall, ordered several bowls of haggis soup, and asked the stall owner: "Mu Qingchen? Princess Mu Ning Your son-in-law, Mu Qingchen?"

The stall owner nodded, and happily lifted the lid of the pot, and the steaming mist rose instantly.

A man from Silla also came in with his hands behind his back: "Mu Qingchen, who was conferred the title of [-]th Bachelor by the Holy Majesty?"

The stall owner nodded again and said, yes.

In an instant, whether Hu merchants or Silla people, they all raised their voices and asked in unison: "Is that the one who gave Mu Qingchen the nickname 'Tiger Butt'!?"

If you dare to provoke her, she will dare to dig your ancestral grave within three days, drag out the eighteen ancestors inside and flog the corpses, so much so that your ancestors will give you Mu Qingchen in your dreams!

She has no human relations in her heart, which is a representative of the loss of conscience.

The capital city, the imperial city, the palace city, wherever there are living beings, "go around when you see Mu Qingchen" is regarded as the golden rule.

The two sighed endlessly, and sighed: "Sure enough, there will be heaven to pay for evil!"

bang.

The stall owner's pot lid fell to the ground in fright, and he gestured for silence, signaling them not to hold back their mouths.Unexpectedly, when I turned around, the stall was already full of customers, people from Fulin, Persia, Daqin, Xiaobolu... all spoke with foreign accents, asking him to talk about this rare "thunderbolt door" .

The stall owner had nothing to do, guessing that most of them arrived in Beijing today, so I had to tell them the gossip that was spread yesterday: "It's a long story, so I'll make a long story short. The main reason is that my stall still has to do business... ..."

A few people waited impatiently and yelled a few words, asking him to tell the whole story in detail.

The stall owner touched his nose embarrassingly, and said seriously: "The reason is that Mu Qingchen wanted to divorce his wife yesterday, and divorce the eldest princess!" He was afraid that he didn't speak clearly enough, so he emphasized, "Divorce Chang Shu, the eldest princess of Mu Ning!"

"what!"

The crowd was horrified.

The princesses of the Great Hua Dynasty had a high status, and they were the only ones who could divorce their son-in-law. No son-in-law would dare to divorce a princess.

The stall owner made an exaggerated expression: "The result can be imagined, Longyan is furious! What is it called? The wrath of the emperor, the wrath of the sky! So," he said regretfully, "At three o'clock in the next hour, she just left the Zhuque gate. I was struck by a thunderbolt from the sky! The Jinwu guards on patrol were so frightened that they fell off their horses!"

"Fuck!"

A Japanese man threw back his fan and asked curiously in broken Chinese: "Princess Mu Ning is noble and elegant, with unparalleled talent and appearance, and she has always been in love with Mu Concubine, besides... Mu Concubine is so intelligent, how could she do such a thing as divorce her wife?" Mistakes?"

There must be tricks in it.

"I don't know. The secrets of the royal family, can we and other ordinary people spy on them? But, Mu Qingchen... I'm afraid he won't survive." This lightning strike will definitely make people burnt out. .The stall owner shrugged his shoulders, turned his face to look at the blue and blue sky, his eyes were far-reaching, and he raised his hand to rest his chin, in a state of contemplation...

Everyone followed his guidance, and their minds also wandered for a while. In the scorching sun and heat waves, they drifted out of Xishifang gate, drifted northeast, and drifted into the sixteen kings' house.

Sixteen King's House, Princess Mu Ning's Mansion, Yu Huazhai.

Gray floor tiles.Huge yard.The chaotic and chaotic footsteps in the courtyard, doctors, eunuchs, maidservants, nurses, soldiers... shuttled back and forth like a spinning top.

Under the veranda on the right, a woman in a sky-blue dress stands in the breeze. The fine gauze material is as thin as a cicada's wings, making her look like a light butterfly.

She holds a pink silk folding fan in her right hand, the silk sash of the peach blossom fan swayed because of her trembling body, and there are palace servants kneeling on the left and right, everyone curled up, sweat beaded on the face Fat dripped to the ground along the brow bone.

The smell of raw and cooked medicinal materials is all in the nostrils, and the smell is getting stronger and stronger, like a funeral bell ringing rapidly.

The door of the room ahead opened, and the door hinge creaked.

The old men with white beards from the Imperial Medical Office staggered out, looking like they had lost most of their souls.

The imperial doctor made Lin Yuan choke up and said, "Your Highness, please forgive me for being helpless!" He burst into tears and kowtowed with all the people, "I don't know any medicine that can cure lightning strikes because of my shallow skills."

Chang Shu's fingers pinching the peach blossom fan gradually tightened, and her joints showed a ferocious paleness.

After a while, her Lingling voice trembled slightly: "How is the son-in-law now?"

"At the time of death, it has entered the decline."

Hearing this, Chang Shu staggered and sat down on the railing.

The wailing and crying of the palace maids sounded instantly, slowly, slowly converging into a stream, echoing in the courtyard, like monks chanting in Sanskrit, the lingering sound lingered.

Mu Qingchen frowned slightly, only to feel that there was some sound disturbing her clear dream.Her dream was pitch black, with a faint mist shrouding her side.

They turned into a fishing net, trapping her in it, making her unable to move. The net body gradually tightened, almost strangling her chest. She struggled and shouted in pain, and the fishing net suddenly broke.

With cold sweat dripping from her forehead, she sat up abruptly, gasping for breath.

Everything in front of me is very familiar, the familiar Persian crochet carpet, the familiar gold-plated hexagonal incense burner, and the familiar lion curtain.

Mu Qingchen was a little relieved and patted his chest to show comfort, but he felt something was wrong when he patted.

Where's my bodice?

She lowered her head and rubbed her chest. Although it was very flat, it was still necessary to wrap it up.

Wait, why am I wrapping my breasts?Was it wrapped before?Is it to hide my womanhood?

hiss--

What's wrong with your brain?

She raised her hand to press her temple, trying to remember.When she looked up, she saw Chang Shu standing at the door.

Chang Shu's lips moved for a while, the excitement and joy in her eyes were self-evident, and she rushed towards her in a hurry, and threw herself into her, half angry and half complaining: "You scared me to death!"

Her fragrant and soft body made Mu Qingchen's heart skip a beat, and when he was about to raise his arms to wrap her around her, his neck felt cold for a moment.Those were Chang Shu's tears, and they slid all the way down to her collarbone, first rib, chest...

chest!

Mu Qingchen turned pale with shock, pushed Chang Shu away, took Jin to her arms.

Chang Shu didn't think much, sat back and held her face worriedly: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Without waiting for Mu Qingchen's answer, she hurriedly left the same way, and when she came back, she was followed by a mess of old men.The leader is a big head, Mu Qingchen knows it, it is the imperial physician Ling Lin Yuan, and the princes and daughters call him "Yuan Datou" in private.

He and all the imperial doctors looked at each other, as if it was hard to believe that Mu Qingchen could withdraw his feet from the gate of hell, stepped forward two steps, and looked at Mu Qingchen's complexion. There was a bit of sarcasm hidden in it: "Prince Mu, please stick out your wrist, and the officer will diagnose your pulse."

Mu Qingchen suddenly killed him with a sharp glance.

Seeing her fierce eyes, Lin Yuan shrank his neck like a king, and said to himself, it's over, it's over, I'm going to dig my ancestral grave.

Chang Shu patted Mu Qingchen across the quilt to signal her to stop making trouble, and then said a few words of comfort to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan was protected by Chang Shu, a little more courageous, took out a small pillow from the medicine box, held it to Mu Qingchen, and asked her to put her wrist on it.

Mu Qingchen felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Oh, feel the pulse?

Wouldn't it be possible to see through my daughter's identity?

Lin Yuan was getting old, and couldn't bear the psychological torture Mu Qingchen gave him, and felt like a light on his back.He took back the pillow bag and explained to Chang Shu that the son-in-law was in a trance, and he was afraid that he was frightened, so the next official should prescribe the sedative medicine first.

Chang Shu also found that something was wrong with Mu Qingchen, so she called Aunt Chuyue and told her to take Lin Yuan to Zhaopeng Pavilion first.

Seeing this, all the imperial physicians saluted Chang Shu one after another, scrambling to follow them away, as if Mu Qingchen was going to swallow them alive just one step at night.

Chang Shu didn't care, her heart was hanging on Mu Qingchen, and she wiped off the cold sweat on her forehead with her sleeve: "Why don't you let Lin Yuan show you? Are you hungry? I'll let the dining room give you Let's make something to eat, okay?"

Mu Qingchen shrank back, folded his palms horizontally, saluted her, and said solemnly: "The princess's heart, I understand it. After all, you and I are just a fake couple in name. There is something wrong with being so intimate."

After saying that, he looked around and added a sentence, today is the humble minister who overstepped.

After speaking, he jumped out of bed and fell asleep on the ground straight. When he was done, he still wrapped himself up into a big worm with the brocade quilt in his arms.

She turned her head and winked obediently at Chang Shu, with words in her eyes, "I promised to sleep separately for three years, but I suddenly went to your bed, I'm really embarrassed."

Chang Shu's hands are still in the motion of wiping sweat, what?Fake couple?Her expression darkened, and she said angrily: "Mu Qingchen, just tell me if you are unhappy."

First they ran to fight in front of the father, and now they have to sleep separately, they look so small, they don't look like a Lord at all.

Mu Qingchen said earnestly: "Princess misunderstood, I am not unhappy."

"I hit you yesterday...it was my fault," Chang Shu Gu Nianmu Qingchen was still sick, she walked to her side and squatted down, put her warm palm on her right cheek, and said distressedly, "It hurts."

"What I did was wrong, the princess should teach me a lesson."

Chang Shu was puzzled, wondering why she had separated from him?Suddenly, she added another sentence: "The son-in-law has always been the servant of the princess, and it is reasonable for the master to teach the servant a lesson."

"you!"

Chang Shu stood up with a cold face: "Okay, Mu Qingchen, you are doing well!" She was so angry that she left without looking back. When she reached the door, she paused, as if she was waiting Mu Qingchen persuaded her to stay.

Mu Qingchen suddenly realized, quickly lifted the quilt, stood up and knelt down, bowed to her respectfully: "Respectfully, Your Highness."

Chang Shu was so angry... almost fainted.

With a flick of the cloud sleeve, he stepped out of the threshold and went down the stairs.

Just as a heat wave blew by, the wind chimes at the corner of the porch jingled crisply, moving from far away and then approaching. Chang Shu felt a little relieved when she heard it. She spread out her peach blossom fan to block the scorching sun above her head.

The palace maids under the veranda were led by Aunt Chuyue, and they lined up behind Chang Shu in an orderly manner. They all wore dark blue skirts, and from a distance, they looked like tails drawn with brushes .Follow Chang Shu around the small pool in the center of the courtyard, around the moon gate, and around the gravel path.

"Princess, this servant has brought Lin Yuan to Zhaopeng Pavilion to wait." Aunt Chuyue reported back.

Chang Shu didn't answer, but ordered Niu Juhua to return to the concubine's side to serve her.

Chuyue responded, lowered her eyebrows and nodded, stepped aside, and walked in the opposite direction.

Niu Juhua is a little eunuch in the princess mansion. He is not tall and has a fat body, but his skin is snow-white. He was nicknamed "Eunuch Snow White".

When Mu Qingchen was struck by lightning, he happened to be huddled in a corner holding an umbrella, so he was charged with failing to protect the master, and is currently kneeling in the front yard as punishment.

Hearing from Chuyue that Mu Qingchen woke up, she hurriedly got up crying and ran towards Yu Huazhai with a limp, clumsy and fell several times on the way.

When he ran to Mu Qingchen, his chubby face was already blue and purple. He wiped away his tears and snot, and cried to Mu Qingchen, "My son-in-law, it's good that you are fine. If there is something wrong with you, the eldest princess The servant must be buried with him."

Mu Qingchen had a deep relationship with him, wiped his face, and asked him: "Did the princess punish you?"

Niu Juhua waved her hand: "The slave didn't protect you well, the princess should punish the slave."

He was sobbing violently, and the two lumps of fat on his cheeks trembled.Then he wondered, "Why are you sleeping on the ground?"

Mu Qingchen said casually: "It's too hot, but the ground is cool."

Niu Chrysanthemum nodded, thinking she was right, the floor was paved with cypress wood, and the temperature was very suitable.In midsummer, it is indeed a good place to sleep.

"That slave will make a mattress for you." He stopped crying, walked around the hollowed-out stone screen, and ran into the left wing room, and ran back in a short while, with an extra mattress in his hand.

He skillfully spread it on the ground and evened the four feet: "The ground is hard, and my servant is afraid that you will be disturbed, so I will make a thick bed for you. The warehouse has newly bought some first-grade Muchen Ruxiang. There are twenty envelopes in total. I will wait a while." I asked them to send some to drive away the bugs and ants on the ground..."

Mu Qingchen rolled his eyes, thinking that his nagging problem had happened again, so he found an excuse to send him out.

Niu Juhua was reluctant to part with her, and after kowtowing heavily, she got up and walked to the basin stand, picked up the basin and went out, and by the way, threw the white cotton handkerchief on her shoulder, intending to take it away with her.

Mu Qingchen's eyes lit up immediately, and he felt that the veil was just right for wrapping his chest, so he immediately called to him: "Chrysanthemum, give me the veil."

Niu Juhua twitched a few times, put the washbasin filled with water on the ground, and held the handkerchief to her.

Mu Qingchen lifted the two corners of the veil, unfolded it to look left and right, and used his fingers as a ruler to measure the size on the edge of the veil.

Well, the length is right, I am thin, and I can fit around a circle and a half... Fu buried his face in it and took a deep breath.

Niu Chrysanthemum was frightened, and the accent of the Chengdu Mansion came out in fright: "My son-in-law, that's a jio handkerchief!"

Mu Qingchen froze into a stone sculpture: I hate you immortal!