rotten son-in-law

Chang Shu's false accusation was quite long. According to her words, after a hundred days of injury, Bengong could only leave the Imperial College for a while.

Vantage said whatever she wanted, but she was still determined to play truant.

After all, Hui Yi and her are mother and daughter, and seeing that she has something on her mind, she turned around to help her persuade Hua Di.After a few days, Vantage will be considered to give up.

On the day the roster was completed, it was a rainy day, but the rain was not heavy, and the raindrops as thin as a cow's hair hit the glazed tiles, rustling.The wind passed close to the flowerbed, and the sea of ​​daisies produced waves one after another.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs took the roster and came in the rain.

In fact, there is no need to worry about this matter, but since the establishment of the Dahua Dynasty, it is rare for the eldest princess to personally choose a son-in-law, and these slaves dare not neglect.

Not to mention the pinpoint rain, even the torrential rain, the violent storm, they have to crawl.

On rainy days, people are always sleepy and lazy, but Chang Shu is flustered, nervous, and excited like a chicken blood.

The messy emotions squeezed into her body, almost breaking through her blood vessels and flesh, splashing out.

Aunt Chuyue helped her to go to the main hall: "It's just for viewing, the eldest princess doesn't need to worry."

"Are you going to choose today?" Chang Shu asked.

"The eldest princess is confused," Aunt Chuyue laughed at her. "It is reasonable to choose the one for you by the queen mother, your majesty, and the imperial concubine first, and then you can choose the one you like. You just have to look at it first."

For some reason, the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not do a good job this time. It was originally planned to complete the roster in [-] days, but it took [-] days, which is too slow.Aunt Chuyue thought to herself.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs felt bitter and couldn't tell. To be fair, I really can't blame them this time. You must know that this time it was the work of the eldest princess. How dare you play tricks on marriage matters. They are definitely conscientious.

If you want to blame it, blame Namu Qingchen for being too fidgety.

Either put mud on your face, or have ink on your face.The painters went one after another, but they were all helpless against her.If it were someone else, they would have committed the crime long before the imperial court filed a complaint, which would be a serious crime.

But no, he is the son-in-law appointed by His Royal Highness the eldest princess, if offended, can the eldest princess give good fruit to eat.

"Presumptuous!" Chang Shu said angrily, and threw the booklet at the feet of several young eunuchs.

The people in the room were stunned for a moment, then knelt down on the ground and buried their heads.

"His Royal Highness, calm down." The little eunuch said anxiously.

Aunt Chuyue knelt and took a few steps, picked up the booklet, and saw Mu Qingchen on the last page, wearing a moon-white bachelor's uniform, with a slender belt loosely tied, fluttering in the wind and making a few curves, her fingertips still pinched. Holding a small peach blossom fan, her face...is blank.

Didn't draw?

Another little eunuch kowtowed and explained: "I, Your Royal Highness, Mu Qingchen hides everywhere, making it difficult for the painters. Even when going out, he has to cover his face with a fan. The servants really can't do anything about it."

Mu Qingchen is really...

Chang Shu flicked her sleeves, turned around and sat in the Arhat's couch, thinking about what Mu Qingchen once said to her "I will never die as a son-in-law".

Will being a son-in-law shorten my life?

This palace is not a vicious ghost, a ghost, and a snake spirit!

She held her face in distress, and suddenly thought of something, and went back to the bedroom.

Aunt Chuyue hastily waved them back, holding the roster and chasing after them with a group of maidservants.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Chang Shu holding a shiny bronze mirror, looking up and down, left and right by the window, muttering occasionally, "It's not ugly" or "It's not scary".

Aunt Chuyue: A girl who is dazzled by love.

"Auntie," Chang Shu frowned, and asked her worriedly, "What do you think of Bengong's... temper? Tell the truth."

"Eldest Princess Duanhui is virtuous, and even the Queen Mother always praises you, so you are naturally very good-natured."

"...Then why doesn't Mu Qingchen like it?"

Aunt Chuyue took the bronze mirror from her hand and presented her the roster again.

One word awakened the human being in the dream: "Maybe, she likes

It's not Princess Mu Ning who is happy, but Chang Shu of the Imperial College? "

Mu Qingchen has been having a hard time recently. In order to prevent those painters from seeing her peerless face, she wears a mask every day, and after covering it for a few days, her face is almost covered with prickly heat.

I found a lotus leaf from nowhere, and poked three holes randomly with a knife, one big and two small, exposing the mouth and eyes.

Success aroused Yi Xiaobai's disgust, and he didn't even want to go out with her.

If they go out together, the rate of turning heads is so high!

Mu Qingchen is also a proud master, hmph, if you don't want to, you don't want to, who cares, anyway, her father banned her feet, so she can't go anywhere.

But today——

She couldn't bear it any longer, and took two long entourages, planning to sneak out to play.

He found a low wall and rode on the top of the wall on the shoulders of his long-tailed companion. As soon as he sat down, he saw Chang Shu.

Mu Qingchen thought it was his eyes dazzled, lowered his head, rubbed his eyes, and looked over again.

Ah, it's Chang Shu, really Chang Shu!

Her eyes are as clear as water, reflecting the blue sky.There was a smile on her thin lips, and a faint pink appeared from her jade-like cheeks, like a crabapple flower.

"Hey, haven't seen you for three months, don't you know me?" Chang Shu said amusedly.The voice trembled faintly.

Mu Qingchen held her breath, stared at her blankly, her heart beat uncontrollably and chaotically, her limbs were numb.

The wind blew past and pushed her softly, she leaned to one side, and fell to Chang Shu's feet with a bang.

"Aiyo——" Mu Qingchen screamed.

Chang Shu recovered from the fright, rushed to her side, looked her up and down: "No, are you okay?"

Fu stretched out his hand again, picked up Mu Qingchen, and brushed off the dirt on the hem of her clothes.

Mu Qingchen's facial features twisted together: "Can't you catch me?"

"Yes yes yes, I will definitely catch you next time." Chang Shu admitted her mistake unwillingly.

But he secretly slandered, scoundrel, he fell down by himself, and he has the face to blame others.

Inside the low wall, there was a rapid curse, which fully conveyed the anger and breathlessness of the owner of the voice.

Mu Guogong's head protruded from the wall, his veins were bulging, his eyes were cracked, his cheeks were twitching and trembling: "You son of a bitch, let me see if I don't break your leg—"

However, the moment he saw Chang Shu, he stopped talking, turned his face at the speed of a book, and said servilely: "Hehe, Chen'er, it turns out that I have a date with Chang... Miss Chang, so I'm sorry." Joke."

He untied the money bag and threw it to Mu Qingchen: "Treat people well, dad will keep the door open for you when you come back late."

Mu Qingchen: ...

Chang Shu: ...

"Can you pick off the lotus leaves on your face?" Chang Shu said helplessly.

The boy in the tavern came to entertain them, took a jug of wine and two wine cups from the tray, but kept looking at Mu Qingchen.

"The rumors are tight recently, and the painter must not see my face." Mu Qingchen looked around vigilantly, "Let me tell you, in order to paint my face... they will not hesitate to follow me."

Chang Shu rolled her eyes, poured a cup of wine, and sipped half of it: "What's the point of drawing a portrait, 77 black-clothed children, you are the only one who has a lot of business, and it will be heard in the ears of the eldest princess, be careful to treat you as a big boy!" disrespectful."

Mu Qingchen turned his head to stare at her, and the lotus leaf on his face swayed back and forth: "Are you familiar with the eldest princess, help her talk everywhere."

Chang Shu: You may not believe it, but you are familiar with it.

"I'm doing it for your own good." Chang Shu said perfunctorily, stopped the passing boy, and ordered a few plates of roasted seeds and nuts.

"Shut up for my own good."

Mu Qingchen's heart was bitter, woo woo, my beloved asked me to be with someone else, but I complied with the libretto - I expected you to save me, but you gave me away.

Chang Shu obviously failed to understand Mu Qingchen's intentions, and replied angrily: "You don't know what's good or bad."

she was

Reaching out to tear off the lotus leaf, Mu Qingchen didn't expect it, and tried desperately to snatch it.

Chang Shu hid it behind her back and tore it into several pieces.

"Poison woman, you, you..." Mu Qingchen stammered, "I want to curse you."

Chang Shu threw the lotus leaf under the table, dragged her chin with one hand, put the other on the table, and tapped her fingertips: "Okay, let me hear it."

"...I curse you to die alone."

This sentence is quite lethal, and it has properly pricked Chang Shu's heart. Thinking of her as a princess of a country, recruiting a son-in-law is like fighting a war.

Besides, losing in a war is losing, and winning is winning, so there is no need to go back and forth.

Aggrieved, quite aggrieved.

"Mu Qingchen, I'll stop talking today," Chang Shu sighed, slapped the table, grabbed Mu Qingchen's lapel, and pulled her violently, "You will definitely become a son-in-law." , Princess Mu Ning's son-in-law!"

Mu Qingchen shrunk her neck and swallowed with a thud.

"Did you hear me!"

"I heard it, I heard it!"