rotten son-in-law

This is... what does it mean?

Mu Qingchen's mind was blank, she couldn't figure out what Chang Shu was thinking, and she didn't dare to act rashly. She raised her hands above her head and looked at Mu Guo referendum for help.

Mu Guogong shrugged his shoulders, and made two quick gestures with his hands, to the effect that "Is it possible to save a piece of meat by letting your future daughter-in-law hug her?"

It's a pity that Mu Qingchen didn't understand. He only saw his father turn away very disrespectfully, and even greeted the maids and servants who left inside and outside. The huge yard became empty after a while. empty.

"Chang...Chang Shu..." Mu Qingchen tried to shout with a dry throat.

"Don't move." Chang Shu reprimanded her, and the arms around her waist tightened by two inches.

Then he let go, hugged the air in a circle, thought quietly for a while, and said: "It's about two feet."

The little eunuch responded, took out the little wolf pen, and recorded every stroke in the book.

Mu Qingchen: "...Chang Shu, do you want to—"

"Turn around," Chang Shu took the wooden ruler from another eunuch, "raise both hands sideways."

Mu Qingchen was ignorant, but still obeyed obediently: "Chang Shu, you are tailoring for me, are you going to give me new clothes again?"

Chang Shu didn't want to talk to her, so she replied with a "hmm" lightly.

Mu Qingchen turned his face sideways, and said happily: "Then you are not angry about my kissing you."

bar.

Chang Shu's wrist softened, and the wooden ruler in her hand hit her foot, she couldn't help frowning in pain, picked it up, and hit the end of the ruler on Mu Qingchen's face: "Don't mention this."

Then, all the little eunuchs beside Hou were driven out.

When there were only the two of them left in the room, he blamed and said, "In front of so many people, what nonsense are you talking about?"

But Mu Qingchen just got into a fight with her, turned around, his eyes were filled with excitement, he suddenly held her hand, exerted force, force again, as if he was afraid that she would run away: "Chang Shu, I understand that it is difficult to accept this for a while. , but I can wait for you."

Chang Shu was confused by Mu Qingchen, and looked at her blankly: "Wait...wait for me?"

"Yes, let's elope, and I will take you out of this place of right and wrong!"

"...Where are you going?"

"Go to the future of you and me, stay together and fly together, roaming the world."

Chang Shu: "..."

Wouldn't it be good for An An to be a son-in-law?

"You don't have to rush to give me the answer, there are still two months before I get married, I will give you time to think about it." Mu Qingchen stared at her affectionately.

At this moment, Chang Shu didn't know how to react, there was both the joy of Mu Qingchen showing her love for her, and the depression of being intervened by a third party in the marriage, and what was even more depressing was that the third party was herself.

The legendary "you can't live without doing your own crimes" may be like this.

She smiled back at Mu Qingchen in embarrassment: "Let me... think about it."

Mu·Love Saint Possessed·Qingchen pulled her into his arms and hugged her domineeringly: "Don't make me wait too long, at most two months."

"well……"

However, after two months, Mu Qingchen did not wait for Chang Shu's response after all.

Yin Hong's happy dress reflected her snow-white face, but it couldn't drive away the loneliness in the corners of her eyes.

Standing in front of Duke Mu's mansion, she looked for the figure that haunted her in the crowd.

No, there is no Chang Shu.

Come on!It's her who is being self-indulgent.

She breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her eyes and shook her head. Surrounded by the crowd, she got on the horse, raised the reins, clamped the horse's belly, and rode forward amidst the noise and joy, approaching the Tai Chi Palace step by step.

This is a grand wedding, but it is also a tormenting wedding, and the main tortured object is Mu Qingchen.

She seemed to have lost half of her three souls, and sat on the horseback in a daze, listening to the cheers of the people, watching the crowds, and seeing the servants throwing out handfuls of money.

It was thrown into the sky and landed on the bluestone road, in exchange for a burst of looting by the crowd.

The horse stopped in front of the Princess Mu Ning's mansion, and Mu Qingchen was helped off the horse, and walked in all the way, stepping through the courtyard gates, passing through the courtyards one after another, repeatedly bowing and saluting, just now I saw two bridesmaids standing at the end of the corridor holding the bride.

Seeing her coming, they squatted down one after another, calling her son-in-law, and asking her to come forward quickly and take the wedding silk.

She did.

One end of Xisi is Chang Shu, and the other end is her.Surrounded by everyone, the two walked side by side, and the breeze passed through the corridor, blowing their sleeves.One corner of Chang Shu's red hijab was turned up, revealing a small section of shiny white chin.

Mu Qingchen looked sideways, wanting to take a sneak peek, but the wind had already blown, and the hijab fell down again, leaving only the bright yellow tassels on the edge swaying slightly.

There were many guests at the wedding banquet, and Mu Qingchen didn't know most of them. Among them, Chang Shu's younger siblings were the most naughty, and they rushed to toast. It didn't seem like they were here to wish her a happy marriage, but rather to avenge her sister.

The most hateful thing was the third princess, pointing at her nose and scolding: "If you dare to bully my imperial sister, I guarantee you won't be able to bear it and walk around, hum!"

Mu Qingchen silently recorded her appearance, preparing to find opportunities to seek revenge in the future.

Fortunately, when he entered the bridal chamber, he was not too drunk, and he was still half conscious, barely able to stand still, and could speak a few words in general.

The nuns in the room were afraid that she would fall, so they stepped forward to support her, but she ungratefully pushed her away.The nuns were not annoyed, they presented the brass joysticks, and said with a smile: "Use the scales to pick the hijab first, which means that you are happy."

Call a fart's heart, such as a fart's meaning!

Mu Qingchen pursed her lips impatiently, and asked, "Is the princess... pretty?"

Under the hijab, Chang Shu secretly scolded her for being an apprentice, but her body tensed up suddenly, she didn't dare to breathe, and the red silk handkerchief in her hand was pinched into creases of different lengths.

In a trance, the joy stick came in, hooked the corner of the hijab...slowly up...

The field of vision suddenly became brighter. On the table in the distance, there were brightly lit double candles, and there were red curtains hung high on the beams, and the corners of the curtains were scratching against the red velvet carpet...

Chang Shu was a little ashamed, bent her neck and lowered her head, the pair of Yin Hongxi shoes under her feet bumped into her eyes again, she was startled, as if she couldn't avoid it no matter what.

Mu Qingchen's voice rang in his ears: "Your Highness... you and a friend of mine look... quite similar."

"Qing... Qingchen." She responded half expectantly and half nervously.

"Wow... even the voice is very similar..."

"Qingchen...it's me..."

What followed was Mu Qingchen's scream like a broken gong, which was so shrill that it almost lifted the hood of everyone present.

Chang Shu had expected her performance a long time ago, so she covered her ears with her hands in advance, covering most of the volume, and leaned back by the way, to increase the distance between herself and Mu Qingchen as far as she could.

The rest of the nuns and maidservants were not so lucky. They heard a wolf howling for no reason, and their little hearts were frightened to stop, and their ears were even more piercingly painful.

As soon as the shock was settled, Mu Qingchen rolled her eyes, and with a bang, she fell to the ground and passed out.

The development of the matter was completely beyond Chang Shu's expectation.What I thought was the wedding night, you and I, to give Mu Qingchen a surprise... Now that it's all right, the surprise has turned into a fright, and she might not be able to survive this bridal chamber.

"Don't stand still, hurry up and tell the imperial physician." Chang Shu took off her hijab, threw it aside, squatted next to Mu Qingchen, and patted her pale and pale face.

A small palace servant took the order and ran away in a hurry, but the nanny standing in the corner suddenly caught up with her and stopped her, raised her skirt and knelt down to Chang Shu: "Your Highness, the princess, you and your son-in-law haven't drunk the wine yet, it's not considered a ceremony." ..."

The other nun also said: "Yes, Eldest Princess, this is a serious matter, so nothing can go wrong. According to my slaves, the son-in-law is overjoyed. It doesn't look serious. You can wake up by wiping your face with cold water."

After they said it, Chang Shu seemed to have received some kind of reminder, her brows that were crowded together relaxed, and she looked back at Mu Qingchen suspiciously.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You all leave."

The nuns looked at each other for a moment, as if they were asking each other's opinion with their eyes, and finally compromised and retreated outside the door.

The door was opened and closed, and the shadows of the nuns and maidservants were printed on the window screen. They were discussing matters, and the shadows crowded together layer by layer, and occasionally there were a few rustling footsteps.

Chang Shu in the hall was still squatting there, looking at Mu Qingchen quietly, the two seemed to be rivals in chess, they couldn't stand each other, and they competed with each other for patience.

In the end, Mu Qingchen surrendered Hai first.

She stretched her eyelids slightly apart, and when her distracted eyes gradually focused, what she saw was Chang Shu's smiling face, without saying a word, she decisively chose to "faint" again.

Chang Shu grabbed her nose and twisted it cruelly: "Pretend, pretend again."

Mu Qingchen couldn't bear the pain at all, her pampered flesh was very weak, so she was always worthless in front of Chang Shu on weekdays, for fear of offending her aunt and suffering from flesh and blood.

But tonight he was uncharacteristically spineless, he didn't even groan, and the words "Scholar can be killed but not humiliated" appeared on his forehead.

Chang Shu understood, let go of her hand resentfully, hooked her little finger like a daughter-in-law: "...Are you angry?"