rotten son-in-law

Mu Qingchen practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his facial bones are quite resistant to being smashed. He smashed his brow and cheekbones, bleed twice, and also bruised the bridge of his nose, which was purple in the blue.

If it weren't for the strict rules of the palace, Lin Yuan would have planned to take a roll of straw mats and lay the floor on the corridor of the Hulan Hall.Anyway, he didn't do any business all day, he just patronized Mu Qingchen to see a doctor.

After it was over, Mu Qingchen didn't like him very much, and blamed him for covering her head like a pig's head.

In fact, it's not that exaggerated at all, it's obvious that everything below the nose is still exposed.

He thought so, so he said so, in exchange for Mu Qingchen's sharp knife, the knife seemed to have been quenched, and it made his scalp numb.

Fortunately, the queen mother and her elders were by her side, otherwise Mu Qingchen would have screwed off his big head and played polo.

"This... won't be disfigured." After all, the queen mother is Zijun, and the most concerned thing is her face.

"Back to the queen mother, the wound is not deep, and the treatment is timely. The son-in-law is the Lord, so there will be no scars."

The Empress Dowager let out a long breath of relief, propped herself up on the edge of the table, and stood up: "Then I will rest assured."

Supported by Nanny Gui, she leaned in front of Mu Qingchen, turned her head slightly to the left and then to the right, and looked at Mu Qingchen: "Chen'er, you can take a break, the imperial grandmother is tired, so why don't you take a break?" gone back."

When Mu Qingchen heard this, she wanted to lift off the brocade quilt and get out of bed to see her off.

"No need, you're tired too," the queen mother raised her armored hand, and said to Chang Shu again, "Take care of Chen'er. Tomorrow is Ta Atu's welcome ceremony, and you'll have to spend a whole day, Ruochen If you feel uncomfortable, go and ask your father for an imperial edict, welcome the ceremony... it doesn't matter if you don't go."

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Chang Shu's reply, she turned around and left the bedroom, muttering: "What's all this?"

The princesses of the two countries fought fiercely, in front of the palace, in front of the palace, in front of the palace...

Chang Shu hurriedly led a room full of womb people to see her off all the way to the plaque of Hulan Hall, and seeing her on the chariot, she turned back on the same road with peace of mind.

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, he saw Mu Qingchen grabbing Lin Yuan with one hand and covering his lower abdomen with the other, and asked mysteriously, "Is it not affecting the fertility if you hit it so hard?"

Chang Shu: "..."

The corner of Lin Yuan's mouth twitched: "Don't worry, it's the face that was hurt, and it won't hurt."

Mu Qingchen remained silent, let go of him, took the bronze mirror in his hand, returned to the bed, and sat cross-legged.

Lin Yuan was like a light on his back, and he didn't want to stay here for a long time. When he saw Chang Shu came back, he presented the prescribed prescription to Chang Shu for review. After getting her approval, he asked Aunt Chuyue to go back to the Imperial Hospital with him to get the medicine.

It's getting late now, the rain has stopped, but the sky is still gloomy, with a few streaks of sunset scattered here and there, alternating red and gray, neither well-coordinated nor even, very awkward.

Chang Shu told Aunt Chuyue to go and come back quickly, and then stepped into the bedroom alone.

The outside of the hall is cool, but the inside of the hall is hot and a little stuffy. Chang Shu didn't intend to open the windows, but instead closed the two windows that were ajar...

She took off her coat and put it on top of the screen.

"My Qingchen looks good no matter what." Chang Shu walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, smiling at the corners of her brows and eyes.

The bronze mirror moved down two inches, revealing Mu Qingchen's eyes: "His Royal Highness is so sweet."

"Is there a reward?" Chang Shu liked her teasing, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Mu Qingchen didn't care about her intentions, hooked her chin, and pressed a kiss on her lips. The kiss was very light, like a dragonfly touching water, and like a little baby who tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, afraid of losing her sense of proportion.

"Not enough." Chang Shu hugged her waist and buried her face in her shoulder.

Ok?

Mu Qingchen raised her eyebrows.

He took her face out of his arms and kissed her again, this time it was not like before, with a bit of brute force.

Chang Shu led her all the way, fell into the pillow, pressed her under her body and said, her eyes were blurred: "Qingchen, I know you are angry with me..."

"It's nothing." Mu Qingchen couldn't figure out what she said.

But Chang Shu said to herself: "I won't drink the anti-children medicine anymore, really, I threw them away...you should be angry with me, but I promise never again...I'm ready , to bear a child for you."

This is the second time she has said this.

Mu Qingchen's various behaviors recently, from "drinking child-preventing medicine" to "pregnant" to "slipping a miscarriage", worrying about gains and losses, are nothing but longing for the child and anger towards her.

Mu Qingchen kept begging her to have a baby, but she kept hesitating, slowly, slowly, Mu Qingchen didn't know whether he lost patience or was disappointed, so he stopped saying this.

At the same time, there was much less courtship for her.

She couldn't hold back the face of the eldest princess and took the initiative to cater to her, so the two of them were wasting their time. Besides, there were always gossips about her and Xiang Ziyi. But in the end, only they themselves know.

In fact, in the final analysis, it's not that she doesn't want to give birth, but that she doesn't have confidence in Mu Qingchen.This person has been unkind since she was a child, and her heart is as hard as a iron plate. She can't be warmed up, let alone melted. Sometimes she doubts whether Mu Qingchen really has her in her heart-a mother who has raised her for 19 years can ignore her. People, can your heart really be moved by love?

Even though Jiahe is only her adoptive mother, everyone understands the truth of "nourishing kindness is greater than giving birth".

So she has resentment towards Mu Qingchen, blaming her for being indifferent, blaming her for being inconsiderate, if it wasn't for Mu Qingchen's accident this time, she would still allow this resentment to grow and spread in her heart.

But not now, because she found that she had never really experienced Mu Qingchen's feelings.

A person who is lonely at a young age and abandoned by his biological mother will have a stronger desire for family affection than anyone else, and a small life with the same blood as him may be the strong relief.

So Mu Qingchen is always obsessed with children.

"Okay? We are going to have a baby tonight." Chang Shu was nervous and looking forward to it. The kisses fell on Mu Qingchen's cheeks and ears densely like today's raindrops. Her breathing became more and more rapid, even piping hot.

The glands in the back of the neck also gradually swelled.

Fingertips rubbing against Mu Qingchen's collarbone, like a piece of soft feather, flicking back and forth, before long, skillfully opened the button of her neckline, without stopping, the palm went in, all the way down, unfastened Bodice ties at open waist.

"What bastard words are you talking about!" Mu Qingchen regained consciousness from the willful tenderness, pushed Chang Shu's shoulders, and pushed her aside.

"It's fine, what's the matter?" Chang Shu was stunned, her plump breasts heaved up and down, she paused, she raised her hand to touch Mu Qingchen's face, and asked, "But I accidentally hurt the wound on your face... "

Mu Qingchen stared round her eyes, and interrupted her roughly: "What kind of child do you want!"

Chang Shu was puzzled: "I... just want to make you happy."

"I'm so happy! You haven't passed the first seven sugar alcohols, and you plan to have another child!"

sugar alcohol?

The first seven?

Oh, yes, Mu Qingchen's beloved son is named Mu Sugar, and he just "died" the night before.

Chang Shu seemed to have been poured cold water over her head, and her enthusiasm disappeared.

He sat up helplessly, buried his face in his knees, like a poor ostrich.

God, please give Mu Qingchen another thunderbolt, and give Bengong my brain...

"I almost forgot," Mu Qingchen thought of something, "I have to invite the Abbot Yuanmiao from Jianfu Temple after the opening ceremony tomorrow, so that I can save my sugar..."

Chang Shu couldn't stand listening, she pulled the quilt over her face, fell down and fell asleep.

"Did you hear that?" Mu Qingchen said solemnly.

Chang Shu's muffled voice came out from under the quilt: "I'm ugly, let's talk about it first, our future children can't be called Musitol."

As a bachelor, the name is similar to Chinese herbal medicine.

Being irritated by Mu Qingchen, Chang Shu didn't sleep well at night and woke up three times in a daze.

When the night was still very dark, there were rustling footsteps outside, and the shadows of the palace servants were reflected on the window screens, including Aunt Chuyue's: "Princess son-in-law, the fourth watch has passed, we have to hurry up, all the palaces There is movement."

Today is the welcoming ceremony, and things are very complicated.

Chang Shu agreed with them.

They opened the door carelessly, and the light of the red lantern illuminated a small circle. One of them took out the torch and blew out the flame, lighting up the candlesticks and wall lamps in the house one by one.

The room was instantly bright.

Chang Shu didn't dawdle, she got off the bed, and they took care of her bathing, washing, makeup and dressing.

During the busy time, the eastern sky gradually turned white, diluting the density of the night.

Before it was too late, the first dawn drum sounded on the turret of Chengtianmen.

Boom boom, boom boom.

The sound of the drum is heavy but not muffled, as if it came from the depths of time.

Immediately, all the palace gates responded with drums of the same rhythm.Suzaku Gate, Anfu Gate, Jingfeng Gate, Shunyi Gate...

The sound of the drums is like a circle of ripples, gradually spreading on the water surface, spreading from the inside to the outside to every drum tower in the imperial capital... the whole city began to wake up.

Aunt Chuyue was stunned by the sound of the drum, and urged, "Hurry up! Hurry up! The Chengtian Gate is open!"

This means that the sky is about to dawn, when the Turkic Khan will set off from the post station, lead the Turkic slaves to sing and dance, walk along Zhuque Street all the way into the imperial city, and then enter the palace city.

This street is about fifty feet wide and fifteen hundred feet long, which simply cannot accommodate the million people in the imperial capital.

For this reason, Vantage also specially dispatched Lin Pinru, the bad guy in Xing'an, and Xiang Ziyi, the bad guy in Wannian, together with all the bad people in the imperial capital, to monitor the order on the scene.

"My maidservant, go and see if the chariot is here." Chuyue had already combed Chang Shu's hair in a bun, and handed the eight treasure hairpins to the maidservant next to her, "You will serve the princess instead."

The little palace maid responded.

A dazzling array of accessories are placed in front of the bronze mirror, which are exquisite, luxurious and dazzling.

The little palace maid was not in a hurry, she knew that Chang Shu liked simplicity and elegance, so she looked Ba Baochai up and down, and said hesitantly, "Princess, do you want to change to another hairpin?"

Chang Shu didn't seem to hear it, her eyes were fixed on the bronze mirror that was as bright as light, and in a corner of it was Mu Qingchen who was sleepy and yawning.

"You are not allowed to wear black clothes today." She looked at the black mid-sole on Mu Qingchen's body, still remembering the rejection of her courtship last night, her tone became sharper.

"Why? Wearing black looks melancholy." It can show my grief when a white-haired person sends a black-haired person.

"Today's occasion is not up to you to be self-willed. Wear purple clothes, and the purple is luxurious. It has been prepared for you."

A small servant girl quickly brought the clothes.

Mu Qingchen looked at it, narrowed her eyes, very reluctantly.

"By the way, the breakfast from Shangshi Bureau is here. You can go to the dining room to use some. Don't wait for me. I'll be here in a while."

The corners of Mu Qingchen's mouth were slightly raised, and he asked excitedly: "What do you have for breakfast? Is it donkey-hide gelatin cake, Polygonum multiflorum purple rice porridge, and angelica black chicken soup?"

Chang Shu gave her a hard look.

It's really enough to replenish Qi and blood!

"Have you heard what the son-in-law said?" Chang Shu said to the maids in the palace, "Quickly ask Shang Shi Bureau to send her two wowotou."