rotten son-in-law

Mu Qingchen felt that Chang Shu's eyes were like fiery hooks, trying to pierce into her flesh and pierce her chest.

She shrank her shoulders, grabbed the skirt of the dress with both hands, and her knuckles were transparent.

"Don't, don't do it, there is something to discuss."

Mu Qingchen got up tremblingly, and took several steps back, until she opened a safe distance from her, and said again: "Why don't you just take off your clothes——"

"Don't say that word again." Chang Shu scolded.

Mu Qingchen blurted out and asked, "Which word!"

"You!" Chang Shu was speechless.

She seriously suspected that Mu Qingchen was a fool sent by God to test her, what other word could it be other than "off": "You mean to piss me off!"

Mu Qingchen: Ah, Xiaosi has been discovered.

Thinking in this way, she unconsciously showed a look of success. Chang Shu watched, her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all on fire, burning hot.

The hangover head hurts along with it.

She lowered her head slightly, rubbing her temples one after another, rubbing and rubbing, she couldn't help but think of being taken advantage of by Mu Qingchen last night, the tip of her nose was sore, her eyes were red, and she shed a tear.

Tears flashed in the bright morning light and hit the quilt.

Mu Qingchen made many people cry, it was the first time she met such a lovely and pitiful girl, as if she had done some heinous thing.

Obviously she was the most pitiful one last night. Well, she staggered down the dark street with a drunk on her back, and evaded Marquis Wu's patrol like a thief.

Tired as an old dog.

It's fine if Chang Shu wakes up and doesn't thank her, but it's okay to be fierce, and it's fine to be fierce, what's the matter with crying until pear blossoms rain.

She nibbled on her fingers, tentatively moved back to the bed and sat down: "Are you really angry?"

Chang Shu raised her face from her arms and stared at her.

Mu Qingchen turned his eyes away: "Your clothes are stained with alcohol and smell bad, I'm afraid you won't sleep well... besides, take off—"

"You said it!"

Chang Shu was very angry now, she clenched her fist and hit Mu Qingchen's arm.

Pointing to Mu Qingchen's nose, he gritted his teeth and said, "Listen to me, you are not allowed to mention what happened last night to anyone, not even Yi Xiaobai."

"Success, I promise not to tell anyone that you sleep with me—"

Chang Shu kicked her again.

Shameless person, who sleeps with you.

Chang Shu went downstairs, ordered a bowl of porridge and a few light dishes from the shopkeeper, and ate them in the lobby.

It was the second time in her life that she spent the night outside the palace, but it was the first morning when she took a good look at the folks.

There are sparse early guests sitting in the hall, and the servant is lazily leaning against the doorway, occasionally yawning long, looking at the women and children bouncing around on the bluestone road.

She swallowed the porridge, and her stomach became warm, as if some kind of energy was stored in it, chasing the exhaustion of the hangover, and her head didn't hurt so much.

Sitting on her left, Mu Qingchen took out the chopsticks from the bamboo tube and reached for a plate of stir-fried cucumbers.

Chang Shu protects her with her hand one step ahead, determined not to share it with Mu Qingchen.It seems that the anger has not passed.

Mu Qingchen wanted to order another order, but she felt sorry for the money, and if she could save a little, it was a little bit, and the more she saved, the more money she would embezzle her father.

"Don't be so stingy." Mu Qingchen persuaded.

Chang Shu ignored her and took all the food to her.

Mu Qingchen expressed that he wanted to hit someone, but he was thick-skinned and wanted to pick a salty duck egg out of it.

Chang Shu was also not polite to her, and simply knocked the chopsticks on the back of her hand, leaving two red marks.

"What about it?" Mu Qingchen yelled, holding up her paws and blowing.

Chang Shu saw "Of course it is" written in her eyes. Her innocent Zijun hadn't left the cabinet yet, and she actually spent a night outside with a master.

Even jumping into the Yellow River can't wash it off!

Can't you just vent your anger?

After complaining in her heart, Chang Shu suddenly pushed away the bowls and chopsticks, grabbed Mu Qingchen's wrist and walked out, her footsteps were hurried, as if she was rushing for something urgent.

"Come on, I'll take you to the Hanlin Academy of Painting and Calligraphy to find a painter."

The roster must be made up and be her son-in-law, otherwise she has no place to reason.

Mu Qingchen couldn't react in time, and when he came back to his senses, he was dragged out of the door and walked a long way.The boy looked at their backs as they went away, yawned again, and muttered, these two Gods really match each other.

The shopkeeper slapped him on the back of the head, jumped up and yelled: "I'll just be stupid, they haven't paid yet."

The boy straightened his turban, and chased him out like a dog.

Mu Qingchen was still snickering because of evading the bill, but when she turned her head, she saw the boy running from a distance, shouting at her.

As if she was facing a formidable enemy, she grabbed Chang Shu's hand instead: "Run!"

Chang Shu didn't know what happened, she was suddenly caught by Mu Qingchen's tense face, thinking that she had met some enemy, after all, with Mu Qingchen's bad temper, it would be easy to offend half of the capital.

Without even thinking about it, he followed her and spread his feet.

The breeze swept across the street and whizzed past their ears, and the figures of pedestrians flashed by quickly on both sides. The peaceful and quiet morning became noisy because of them.

At the end of the bridge, there was a doll shaking a rattle drum. When they passed him, their hands that were holding each other briefly separated, and then quickly rejoined...

"Run this way."

Chang Shu said, and together with Mu Qingchen, hid in a willow tree.

Mu Qingchen propped her knees and panted heavily, almost unable to stand still, leaning against the tree trunk to rest.

Chang Shu raised her sleeves to wipe the sweat off her face, hugged her stomach, panted for breath, and teased Mu Qingchen: "A well-developed brain, but simple limbs."

After two steps, I was too tired to straighten up.

Mu Qingchen was aggrieved, and retorted: "Grandma, you are full of energy, but I didn't even eat a bite of salted duck eggs."

Chang Shu raised her chin, said "huh", turned around and walked on another road, Mu Qingchen followed her, chatting with each other, and asked: "Where are you going?"

Chang Shu replied, "Go home."

"...Aren't you going to the Imperial College?" Mu Qingchen asked.

After saying that, I feel a little regretful, and a little... shy.She missed Chang Shu and wanted to see her every day, but Chang Shu didn't come to the Imperial College for a long time.

Chang Shu paused when she heard the words, and looked at her sideways, her eyes were as deep as a well, hiding some inexplicable emotion.

"You—want me to go?"

Mu Qingchen twisted the corner of her clothes and nodded obediently.

Chang Shu was a little bit pleased, she lowered her head to hide her smile, and raised her head again with the same calm look, but her tone was slightly raised, showing pride: "... Let's see how you behave."

Mu Qingchen rushed into the house like a hot wheel, and rushed into the study.

Such a sudden move made everyone in the house jump, thinking that she had caused trouble outside again and wanted to take the entourage to fight.

Waving the handkerchief, Jiahe anxiously went to look for her, and when he arrived at the study, he found that Mu Guogong had arrived first, and was standing by the desk watching Mu Qingchen draw.

"Chen'er," Jiahe said cautiously, "What is this for?"

Mu Qingchen put the bright bronze mirror by his hand, and glanced at it while painting: "Self-portrait."

She drew light lines on the paper with a little wolf brush, and continued: "Changshu asked me to send her a self-portrait so that I can think about me every day."

Ouch, this sour little love story.

Mu Guogong didn't seem to believe it: "She... told you personally?"

"Ah."

Mu Qingchen shook her head triumphantly, like a smiling tumbler.

Can't tell, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess has a serious and serious face on the surface, but she actually has a sweet mouth in private.

Seeing that Mu Guogong was distracted, Jiahe tugged on his sleeve to signal him to pursue the victory.

Mu Guogong understood, and diligently rubbed ink for Mu Qingchen: "Then... last night, where did you spend... the night?"

"Inn, let's go together..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mu Qingchen regretted it, cursed himself secretly, and promised Chang Shu not to say it.

She put the pen on the pen bed, and smiled awkwardly at her parents who were as stiff as stone sculptures.

"Shh." Put your index finger on the center of your lips, "Secret, this is a secret."

Mu Guogong and Jiahe responded in a panic: "Understood, secret, secret..."

Chang Shu, who had just changed into a concubine-colored palace dress, sneezed.

Aunt Chuyue couldn't help being nervous, and ordered the eunuchs to close the windows quickly.

Chang Shu took a sip of the hot tea handed by the maid, and said to Aunt Chuyue, "No problem."

Aunt Chuyue helped her to sit on the beauty couch, and teased, "Princess Eldest is in a very good mood today."

Chang Shu lightly flicked the floating tea on the surface of the cup with the tea lid, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said quietly: "Well, go to the painters of Hanlin Painting and Calligraphy Institute of the Branch, and Mu Qingchen's portrait will be delivered tomorrow. , let them complete the roster for me."

"Yes."