rotten son-in-law

The selection of a son-in-law should not be hasty, although it is a matter of imperial decree, but Huadi is the son of heaven, so there are many considerations, such as blocking the mouth of the world.

Therefore, there is still a process that should be there.

After all, Mu Qingchen has no official position, let alone meritorious service, so he should still be the master, and even the honorable eldest princess.

Vantage thought about it for a while, decided to "select" the son-in-law, and ordered the household department to draw up a roster, and hand it over to Chang Shu for selection.

To put it bluntly, it was just a cutscene, and the choice was made, and the son-in-law fell on Mu Qingchen's head.

Hui Yi was in favor of this matter, choosing a son-in-law was not a child's play, although the process was cumbersome, time-consuming and labor-intensive, but at least it took care of the dignity of the royal family, and it seemed grand.

Chang Shu also had no objection, but felt uncomfortable and seemed to be sick, neither sitting nor standing.The heart raised to the throat at once, and there was a pounding sound all the time.

Its beating seemed to take away all the strength in the body, and its limbs became limp.

His face was also red hot.

On the second day, he became extremely shy, refused to see Mu Qingchen, and once again reported to the Imperial College for leave.

He didn't even go anywhere in Miyagi, locked himself in the bedroom, let his temper go, and ignored anyone who came.

Aunt Chuyue watched, not knowing how to persuade her.

After taking a nap in the afternoon, Chang Shu's waist began to hurt again, and she lay down on the couch with her eyes tightly closed.Aunt Chuyue brought the medicine, she didn't leave after she finished drinking, and gently rubbed her waist.

Chang Shu opened her eyes slightly, and looked at a certain corner: "...Auntie."

Chuyue responded unhurriedly: "The eldest princess has something on her mind."

Choosing a son-in-law is a happy event, but Chang Shu has been depressed and absent-minded.She watched Chang Shu grow up and understood her temperament, and she could detect even the slightest emotion.

"... Bengong, I regret it."

"Do you regret choosing the son-in-law, or do you regret choosing Mu Qingchen as the son-in-law?"

Chang Shu's eyebrows drooped, and she replied disappointedly: "I regret choosing Mu Qingchen."

"So you like someone else again?" Aunt Chuyue asked.

As she spoke, she got up, lifted the layer after layer of curtains, separated them one by one, and hung them back on the curtain hooks.

The fresh air and fresh wind, without hindrance at once, drifted away, like a quilt, gently and softly covering Chang Shu's body.

"Bengong, I don't like others." Chang Shu said, touching the Wangyou flower embroidery on the edge of the pillow with her fingertips.

It was a sun-like orange, warm but not overpowering.The flowers are very large, with seven petals in total, all facing outwards, curling downwards and inwards, occupying a small half of the pillowcase.

Aunt Chuyue returned to her original place: "Didn't you like others? Then...why do you regret it?"

"Because I am worried..."

Chang Shu suddenly withered, buried her face in the Wangyou flower, and said after a long time: "I'm worried that she doesn't like Bengong."

Aunt Chuyue was relieved that she finally said what was on her mind, and patted her vest, as if coaxing a baby in swaddling arms to forget her troubles and noises, and fall asleep peacefully: "I see, Mu Qingchen likes you."

Chang Shu suddenly raised her head, and then fell back to the trough of the emotions she had just pulled up: "Auntie has never met Mu Qingchen, how can she know whether she likes it or not? You don't need to comfort me."

"Do you still remember what you said to your servant that night? You said that Mu Qingchen was bad because she was fierce. You also said that Mu Qingchen was good because she gave way to you and tolerated you everywhere."

Aunt Chuyue took a break: "A person with a surly nature, why does he treat you differently from others."

With a thought in her heart, Chang Shu murmured, "It's different from...others."

"Yes, have you ever seen her put up with others?"

"Of course not. With her temper, no one dares to ride on her head and act wildly..."

Chang Shu stopped in the middle of speaking.

Aunt Chuyue laughed at her as a fan of the authorities: "Then it's over. If you like someone, you want her to be happy. You would rather be wronged than accommodate her.

Put up with her..."

When Mu Qingchen thought of Chang Shu, he had mixed feelings in his heart. He had tasted sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, but he still bit the bullet and came to the Imperial College.

She made up her mind that from today onwards, she would break off friendship and contact with Chang Shu.For this reason, a slogan was also drafted, "Resisting the cutting of sleeves is everyone's responsibility."

It's a pity that there are so many days to escape, she couldn't see Chang Shu today.

The whole person suddenly drooped like a frosted eggplant, and "discomfort" and "want to cry" were written everywhere on his face.

When the master was not paying attention to the lecture, Yi Xiaobaitou secretly threw a ball of paper at her, and asked her why she was out of her mind?

Mu Qingchen told her with his eyes, "It's okay, I'm frustrated that the plan to break up the relationship has not been implemented smoothly."

Yi Xiaobai stretched his neck high and mouthed back to her: "I believe you bastard!"

Obviously, inside and outside exudes the sour smell of broken love.

Hey, what is love in the world?

After school, I walked in the dusk for two days, stepping on the golden afterglow, moving towards home step by step.

On the way, Yi Xiaobai kept clicking his tongue, thinking that Mu Qingchen was finished, he walked around the brothels in Pingkangfang, but no one looked at him, turned around and fell into Chang Shu's hands again.

Promising, too promiscuous!

And the more unpromising ones are yet to come——

"I think Chang Shu is asking for leave. Could it be because of a fall yesterday. She has been arguing about her back pain." Mu Qingchen worried.

Yi Xiaobai seemed to be watching a good show, and reminded her: "Didn't you say you want to break up with her, just mention her when you open your mouth."

"I, I care about my classmates."

"There are so many classmates, didn't you see that you care about others?" Yi Xiaobai said sourly.

As classmates, she and Mu Qingchen grew up together since they were young, and they have never received half a care from Mu Qingchen.

Mu Qingchen seemed afraid that she would poke something, turned his face away, and waved his hands casually, as if to say, forget it, don't mention it.

She didn't want to mention it, so Yi Xiaobai naturally didn't want to continue, so he chatted with the anecdote he heard recently, and then said goodbye in front of Taipingfang.

Mu Qingchen returned to the Duke's Mansion with heavy steps, and as soon as he reached the gate of the mansion, he saw the concierge running towards her, nodding and bowing to her, very attentive.

"You are back. The painter is here in the palace. I have been waiting for you for a long time. If I can't wait any longer, I have to leave."

Court...painter?

Mu Qingchen's eyelids drooped, covering the doubt in his eyes.

The concierge was afraid that she was really late, so he let go and ran to the hall to report to Mu Guogong and Jiahe.

Jiahe was the most impatient, and asked the maid to pour another cup of tea for the painter, and asked him to wait a moment, she went to find Mu Qingchen herself.

Going out with the front foot, the back foot collided with Mu Qingchen at the corner.

She took Mu Qingchen's hand: "Chen'er, I don't know how to come back sooner after school, so go with mother."

Mu Qingchen broke away from her, with defensive eyes.

Knowing that she was not close to him, Jiahe explained with a smile: "Princess Mu Ning is going to choose a son-in-law. There are 77 black-clothed children on the roster, and you are also on the list. Everyone wants a portrait, and then I will show it to the princess. The painter was the first one to come to our residence."

Like a ghost, Mu Qingchen turned around and left.

Jiahe didn't care so much, and grabbed her again: "Chen'er is obedient, and it is you and the Mu family's blessing and glory to be able to worship the Lord."

Mu Qingchen was a little furious: "You can do what you want."

Jiahe: ...

It was about half an hour before the evening drum would be played, and the painter had already had enough tea, so he took the liberty to remind him.

Mu Guogong smiled cheerfully, and hurriedly ordered people to go to the garden to prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and asked him to go ahead, while he followed the path that Jiahe had walked, and went looking for someone.

Before taking two steps, it happened that Mu Qingchen was arguing with Jiahe, and suddenly became angry, shouted, and dragged Mu Qingchen to the backyard threateningly.

Mu Qingchen was not stupid, approaching the garden, while the two of them were not paying attention, he picked up the mud from the flower garden and smeared it on his face indiscriminately.

So much so that when the painter saw her face, he felt a little... Shocked for a moment.

I lamented that the mud was touched too evenly, except for the eyes and mouth, I couldn't see anything, like a black Kunlun slave.

What's even more frightening is that Mu Qingchen smiled at him with a mouthful of bright, solid white teeth. The moment he grinned, the dirt on his face was extraordinarily black.

Still squinting his eyes, he said in a provocative tone, "Painter, you can paint."

Artist: I will draw your grandma's legs.