Rotten Terrier - Chapter 101 Extraordinary·Love (1)

Chang Shu's false report was quite long. According to her words, it was a hundred days of trauma, and this palace could only leave the Imperial College for a while.

Vantage said, she was still determined to play truant.

After Hui Yi was a mother and daughter with her, seeing that she had something on her mind, she turned around to help her persuade Vantage. After a few days, Vantage could give up.

The day when the roster was completed, it was a rainy day, but the rain was not strong, and the rain was rustling on the glazed tiles. The wind passed by the flowerbed, and the sea of ​​daisy flowers turned waves one after another.

The waiter took the roster and came in the rain.

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

Not to mention the needle-point rain, even the pouring rain, violent storms, they have to climb.

On rainy days, people are always lazy, but Chang Shu is flustered, nervous, and excited.

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

Aunt Chuyue helped her to the main hall: "I just passed the glance, the princess doesn't need to worry."

"Do you choose today?" Chang Shu asked.

"The princess is confused," Aunt Chuyue laughed at her, "It is reasonable to have the queen mother, your majesty, and the imperial concubine selected for you first, and then you can pick your favorite from them. You can just go over it first."

The Ministry of Internal Servant did not know what it was this time, and the work was not very good. The roster was originally scheduled to be completed in one hundred days, but it really took one hundred days, which was too slow. Aunt Chuyue thought.

The waiter felt uncomfortable in his mind. To be fair, I really can't blame them this time. You must know that this time, it was the princess's fault. How dare you be a trivial matter of marriage? They are absolutely conscientious in their work.

Blame Namu Qingchen for being too troubled.

Either put mud on your face, or use ink on your face. The painters went there after another, and they were all helpless with her. To be someone else, they committed the crime before the imperial court filed a complaint. That was a serious crime.

But it doesn't work, they are the predecessors appointed by Her Royal Highness, if she is offended, can she give good fruit?

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

The full house stayed for a while, knelt to the ground, buried their heads.

"Her Royal Highness the princess calms down," a little **** said nervously.

Aunt Chuyue knelt for a few steps and picked up the booklet in her hand. Fang saw Mu Qingchen on the last page, wearing a moonwhite bachelor's uniform, with a slender belt loosely tied, fluttering in the wind to make a few arcs, and her fingertips were still pinching. Holding a small peach blossom fan, his face... is blank.

No painting?

Another little **** squatted his head and explained: "Zhen, your Majesty Princess, Mu Qingchen hides everywhere, making the painters embarrassed. Even when they go out, they have to cover their faces with a fan. The minions really can't do anything."

Mu Qingchen is really...

Chang Shu flicked his sleeves and turned to sit on the Luohan couch, thinking of Mu Qingchen's words to her, "I won't be a servant when I die."

Will being a concierge lose your life!

This palace is not fierce and evil!

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

Aunt Chuyue hurriedly backed them, holding a roster, and carrying a group of maids to catch up.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Chang Shu holding up the bright bronze mirror, looking around the window, and muttering occasionally, "It's not ugly" or "It's not scary."

Aunt Chuyue: The girl who was dazzled by love.

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

"The eldest princess Duanhui is virtuous, and even the queen mother always praises you. Naturally, she has a good temper."

"...Why doesn't Namu Qingchen like it."

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

One word awakened the humanity in the dream: "Perhaps, she is happy

It is not Princess Mu Ning who is happy, but the regular script of the Imperial College? "

Mu Qingchen has had a hard time recently. In order to prevent those painters from snooping on her peerless face, she puts on a mask every day, and she almost covered her face after a few days.

I found a lotus leaf from nowhere, and used a knife to randomly poke three holes, one large and two small, exposing his mouth and eyes.

The success provokes Yi Xiaobai's 100,000 points of dislike, and he doesn't even want to go out with her.

If this is to go out together, how high is the rate of turning back!

Mu Qingchen is also a proud master, huh, not willing or unwilling, who is rare, anyway, her father restrained her feet, she can't go anywhere.

But this day--

She really couldn't hold it anymore, and took two long companions with her, intending to sneak out to play.

Looking for a low wall, stepping on the shoulders of Chang Sui and riding on the top of the wall, I saw Chang Shu as soon as I sat down firmly.

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

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

Her eyes were as clear as water, reflecting the blue sky. There was a smile on the thin lips, and the jade-like cheeks showed a faint pink from the inside, like a begonia flower.

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

Mu Qingchen condensed his breath, staring at her blankly, his heartbeat beating uncontrollably and disorderly, his limbs numb.

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

"Oh-" Mu Qingchen screamed.

Chang Shu calmed down from the fright, rushed to her side, and looked at her left and right: "No, are you okay?"

Fu reached out his hand again, picked up Mu Qingchen, and dusted off the dirt on her clothes.

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

"Yes, yes, I will definitely catch you next time." Chang Shu confessed unwillingly.

But secretly slandered, rascal, fell down on his own, and had the face to blame others.

Within the low wall, a rush of curse erupted, fully conveying the fire and suffocation of the voice master.

Mu Guogong's head emerged from the wall, his veins violently burst, his eyes were cracked, his cheeks twitched and trembling: "Boy rabbit, see if I don't interrupt your leg--"

However, at the moment he saw Chang Shu, he stopped talking and turned a face at the speed of a book. The slave girl said on her knees: "Hehe, Chen'er, it turns out that she has a date with Chang... Fuck."

He untied the purse and threw it to Mu Qingchen: "Entertain them well, and I will keep you at the door if you come back later."

Mu Qingchen:...

Chang Shu:...

"Can you pluck the lotus leaf on your face?" Chang Shu said helplessly.

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

"Recently, the wind has been tight, so I must not let the painter see my face." Mu Qingchen watched the surroundings vigilantly, "I tell you, they will follow me in order to draw my face..."

Chang Shu rolled her eyes, poured a cup of wine, and sipped her belly for a while: "As for painting a portrait, seventy-seven Wuyi children, but you have a lot of things, passed it into the ears of the princess, and treat you carefully. Disrespectful."

Mu Qingchen turned his head to stare at her, the lotus leaf on her face flickered: "Are you familiar with the princess, help her speak everywhere."

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

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

"Just shut up for me."

Mu Qingchen's heart is bitter, ooh, my beloved one has let me be with others, but I have agreed with the chant-expecting you to save it, but you give it away.

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

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Reaching out his hand to pull the lotus leaf off, Mu Qingchen didn't expect it, and desperately grabbed it.

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

"Poisonous woman, you, you..." Mu Qingchen squatted, "I want to curse you."

Chang Shu threw the lotus leaf under the table, dragged his cheek with one hand, and put his hand on the table, tapping his fingertips: "Okay, let me listen to you."

"...I curse you for being lonely and old forever."

This sentence is quite lethal, and it has properly tied Chang Shu's heart, thinking of her as a princess, recruiting a consort is like fighting.

Moreover, losing in war is losing, and winning is winning. There is no need to toss and toss back and forth.

Aggrieved, quite aggrieved.

"Mu Qingchen, I'll leave it alone today," Chang Shu took a sigh of relief, patted the table, grabbed Mu Qingchen by the skirt, and yanked at her, "You will definitely become a messenger." , Princess Muning’s consort!"

Mu Qingchen shrank his neck and swallowed droolingly.

"Have you heard!"

"I heard it!"