rotten son-in-law

The third princess, Chang Yuan, was punished by her favorite imperial sister for blatantly beating the court official. -

Right now, I am copying "Women's Training" and "Women's Commandments" a hundred times in the study.

At the same time, Chang Shu also said that she must copy in lower case with hairpin flowers, the handwriting is neat, and the scroll is neat. If there is a heinous act of copying by a slave, they will all be dragged out for sixty sticks.

What is the concept of sixty sticks!Basically equivalent to stick death!

The servants kowtowed like pounding garlic, and even raised three fingers to swear to the sky that if they secretly helped the third princess, they would cut off their hands.

"Hmph! It's all your fault for being worthless! Eating, drinking and having fun all day long, seeing Mu Qingchen and a mouse is like a cat! Can't you give me some money!"

Chang Yuan was unsteady in picking up the pen, and dropped a big lump of ink, which dripped on the foot of the page, soaking it up instantly.

ah!She will finish copying this chapter soon!It's all ruined now!

Angrily, he threw down the pen, crumpled the paper into a ball, and slammed it at Yi Xiaobai: "It's all your fault!"

Yi Xiaobai was grinding for her, knowing that he was right, he didn't hide from it, and let the ball of paper fall to his heart.

Anyway, it doesn't hurt to smash it, let alone one ball, she is not afraid of another ten balls: "Yuan, you can't blame me, I am a three-legged cat, and I can't beat Qingchen."

"Didn't you practice boxing and kicking with martial artists since you were young, at least give her a few palms!"

"...Don't blame my father. He always told me that money can make ghosts turn mills, so I thought, I can buy ghosts, so why bother to learn kung fu."

Chang Yuan: "..."

Yi Xiaobai laughed, put the ink stick on the edge of the inkstone, took out a roll of mint leaves from his sleeve, and handed it to Chang Yuan's mouth: "Chew it to quench the fire."

"It can't be helped, Bengong will get angry when he sees you!" Chang Yuan pushed her hand away.

"Then I'll leave." Yi Xiaobai couldn't wait to say, and immediately lifted his feet and walked out, feeling happy in his heart, secretly thought, finally I can stop grinding ink, I want to go to the garden to catch butterflies.

Chang Yuan saw the excitement on her face for real, lowered her voice, full of coldness and threat: "Come back!"

Yi Xiaobai's feet hanging on the threshold were stiff, and he retracted resentfully.

Chang Yuan was very satisfied with her performance, and said with a fake smile: "When will I finish copying, and when will you leave this door!"

"Ah? Then we have to wait until the Year of the Monkey!"

"Then you will wait for me to die! Otherwise... the old rules serve you."

Yi Xiaobai's body softened immediately after hearing the last few words, and the old rule was to whip her like crazy.

She resigned herself to her fate, returned to the desk, pressed the paperweight for Chang Yuan carelessly, and continued to grind the ink with a look of hopelessness.

Woohoo, obviously I am the victim, why am I so wronged, but Mu, the culprit, Qingchen, can get away with it. -

She looked out the window longingly, and saw the emerald green weeping willows swaying in the breeze, like the graceful dance of courtesans...

Damn, a few willow leaves have fallen...

Chang Yuan was punished, and Mu Qingchen had to be punished, after all, this guy's behavior was really outrageous.Chang Shu thought about it, and also asked her to copy as a punishment, but the punishment was "The Book of Songs", and she only copied it once.

Minions: Hey...

The third princess might be the fake younger sister that His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess picked up on the side of the road...

"do not move!"

"pain……"

“I’ll be right soon!”

"Easy... ah!"

Mu Qingchen was completely annoyed, she leaned back to avoid Chang Shu's clutches.

Chang Shu looked at her with warning eyes, put her fingertips into the medicine box, and spread some ointment: "This medicine is used to reduce swelling and blood stasis, so I need to apply more."

She leaned over, and carefully held Mu Qingchen's face, her fingertips felt smooth to the touch, and there was a faint heat: "Otherwise, it will be swollen into buns tomorrow, don't you care about your face the most?"

She talked all kinds of things, and finally made Mu Qingchen quiet down. Unfortunately, after a while, Mu Qingchen began to dislike the bitterness of the ointment.

Chang Shu was a little annoyed, and reprimanded her: "This is for external application, and you are not allowed to take it internally, so why make a fuss!"

Then he poked her between the eyebrows ruthlessly: "If you apply any medicine, it will cause trouble for nothing, and there will be no end!"

Seeing her fierce, Mu Qingchen's arrogance disappeared completely, like a hedgehog with its thorns away, leaving only a cute face.

Chang Shu liked her appearance, and blamed herself for having said too much, her body softened, and the movements of applying the medicine became more and more gentle, the only sound in the air was the rustling of clothes and the intertwined breathing.

In the midst of boredom, Mu Qingchen smelled the scent of saponin in Chang Shu's hair, which was fresh and floating, as if there was nothing there. In the past, she could not help but lean forward and hug Chang Shu when she smelled it, and bury the tip of her nose behind her ear...

This time is no exception, leaning over and touching her cheeks, it's like rubbing shoulders against each other.

Chang Shu said "Yeah" and pushed her, her face turned red, probably because she was angry: "The medicine I just applied...you!"

She was so angry that she was incoherent, she got up and went to the dressing table to find a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the ointment rubbed on her side face.

Suddenly, I felt a headache, the veins on my forehead were swollen, and my eyes were covered with a layer of blackness.

Just like last night, I became so dizzy that I couldn't even see clearly what was in front of me.

She leaned on the edge of the table and knelt on the brocade mat, breathing heavily, shaking her wrist weakly, motioning for Mu Qingchen to come and help her.

Helplessly, there is the flower window behind her, and she is forced to stand against the light. Mu Qingchen in the distance couldn't see her movements clearly, but felt that her shoulders were trembling, so she tentatively called her: "Shu'er?"

Chang Shu didn't respond, her throat and heart were choked up, as if she was holding a stone.

In a daze, Mu Qingchen had already come to her and saw her pale lips: "Are you uncomfortable?"

"A little... out of strength." She struggled to utter a few words.

Mu Qingchen's brows trembled, one hand wrapped around her shoulders, the other passed through her knees, trying to hug her onto the bed...

"Don't..." Chang Shuqing closed her eyes tightly to stop Mu Qingchen.She managed to slow down, fearing that she would encounter bumps again, causing the feeling of suffocation to strike again.

Mu Qingchen had no choice but to sit next to her and use his body as a cushion for her.Chang Shu's heart was warm and warm, and she was not polite to her, but poured into her arms and begged her to hold her.

How could Mu Qingchen refuse such a soft and fragrant beauty, and hurriedly straightened her waist and adjusted her posture, so that Her Highness the Eldest Princess could lean more comfortably.

"It's cold in the mountains at night, and the quilt is too thin, you may have caught the cold."

"Aren't you afraid of the heat? It's better to cover it thinly, lest you kick the quilt because of the heat." Chang Shu hugged her waist.

"I am the Lord, and I am not afraid of getting sick when I kick the quilt. You are different, you are my sweetheart..."

Just as she was talking, Chang Shu suddenly broke free from her, fell to the other side, lay on the mat and retched painfully.

Mu Qingchen: Why, are my love words so disgusting?

Although Chang Shu is Zijun, she has practiced martial arts with her grand master since she was a child, and her body is considered strong. Occasionally, she will recover on her own in two or three days without even taking medicine for minor ailments.

It's just that this time it's so uncomfortable, the things in the stomach seem to be tangled together, overwhelming, and the throat is even more dry and unbearable, but fortunately, it didn't last long, just a few snaps of the fingers.

Mu Qingchen patted her on the back to comfort her, then pinched the cuffs to wipe off the perspiration from her temples, seeing a faint pink under the skin, she felt a little relieved.It seems to be stable.

Chang Shu is indeed stable, but it is only on the surface, and her heart is overwhelmed, turbulent, stormy...

Holding himself up with difficulty, he looked at himself in the bronze mirror, with a look of shock, joy, apprehension...and worry.

She grew up in the deep palace, and the people she sees on weekdays can be divided into three categories, eunuchs, palace maids and empresses.

Women are fighting for favor every day, what are they trying to conceive a dragon heir, is mother more expensive than her son?

Therefore, it is not uncommon for Zijun to look like she was pregnant. She knows that nausea, vomiting, and greasy are the three elements of pregnancy symptoms.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously covered her stomach, then subconsciously glanced at Mu Qingchen, her worry became more and more serious, it was over, she was really pregnant at this time, the child would not be inherited as a fool.

no!Absolutely not!

She was so anxious that she opened her mouth and said, "Hurry up and announce Lin Yuan."

He closed his mouth in the middle of the conversation, thinking, Mu Qingchen is still sick at the moment, even if she is pregnant, it is not appropriate to tell the truth, otherwise it will be better if there is another trouble.

Let's keep it a secret for now.

"Quickly announce who?" Mu Qingchen was puzzled that she hesitated to speak.

Chang Shu straightened her mind and perfunctory her: "Hurry up and apply the medicine."

At the end, the maidservant who was called outside said to Mu Qingchen: "When you come to the Taichong Palace next year, you still need to bring the cow chrysanthemum with you. You are used to him serving you, and you depend on him for many things."

Then he turned his head and told the maidservant: "Prescribe medicine for the son-in-law, and then supervise her to copy the Book of Songs."

The little palace maid squatted down, accepted the ceremony, and went to the table to get the medicine box.

She mentioned Niu chrysanthemum purely because of her panic. To put it bluntly, she just wanted to find a reason to leave Mu Qingchen and go to Lin Yuan secretly.

As the eldest princess of a country, a casual word is an order, and there is no need to lie to deceive others, so it is unavoidable to be clumsy.

"You want to leave the palace? Where are you going?" Mu Qingchen asked.

The turmoil of the second prince has not yet passed, Emperor Hua is still angry, and all the palace masters are huddled in the palace to keep their own place, why is Chang Shu the only one who does the opposite?

Why, relying on favor to be unscrupulous?

"...Well." Chang Shu responded vaguely, stood up and walked forward step by step, her feet were weak, as if walking in clouds and mist, but she didn't stop, and when she turned out the door, she glanced at Mu Qingchen with a guilty conscience .

Sure enough, he was staring straight at her.

Aunt Chuyue was obsessed with Chang Shu's "weakness" and heard from the servants that she got angry during breakfast and was so busy teaching her son-in-law that she didn't even eat a bite.This made her very anxious, and she cooked a bowl of soup herself.

As soon as she stepped into the shade of the eaves, she bumped into a flustered Chang Shu.

"Princess, this servant has boiled a bowl for you..."

"You came just in time." Chang Shu held her and walked out along the base of the wall.

Aunt Chuyue couldn't handle it in time, the soup spilled a little, she hurriedly protected the rim of the bowl with her hands: "Princess, please slow down."

"Is Lin Yuan in the official residence? Hurry up and find him and wait in Baofeng Pavilion. I will be there soon."

Baofeng Pavilion?

That is the pavilion farthest from Ruyi Hall. It is located in the northwest corner of Taichong Palace. There are small volumes of books, but there are not many of them. The masters will only think of it when they have nothing to do. Go there and find a few volumes. To pass the time.

Because the journey is too far, I seldom go there in person, and I always send someone to pick it up.

Aunt Chuyue wondered why Changshu suddenly mentioned it?