Rotten Terrier - Chapter 111 Extraordinary·Newlyweds (1)

What does this mean?

Mu Qingchen's head was blank, and he couldn't guess Chang Shu's thoughts, and he didn't dare to act rashly. He raised his hands above his head, and cast his eyes to Mu for help.

Mu Guogong shrugged, and quickly made two gestures with both hands, to the effect of "Can your future daughter-in-law hold a little bit of meat?"

It's a pity that Mu Qingchen didn't understand, only to see his father turn around very unrighteously, and greeted the maids who were inside and out thiefly. The huge yard soon became empty. Empty.

"Chang... Chang Shu..." Mu Qingchen tried to shout jerky in his throat.

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

Then he released it again, hugged it against the virtual circle of air, quietly thought for a while, and said, "It's probably two feet."

A little **** responded and took out the little wolf's hair and recorded it one by one in the book.

Mu Qingchen: "...Changshu, what do you want--"

"Turn it over," Chang Shu took the wooden ruler from another young eunuch, "raise both hands side by side."

Mu Qingchen is ignorant, but still obediently follows: "Chang Shu, you tailored for me, do you want to give me new clothes again?"

Chang Shu didn't want to pay attention to her, and faintly replied with the word "um".

Mu Qingchen turned his face and said with joy: "Then you are not angry about my kissing you."

Haha.

Chang Shu's wrist softened, and the wooden ruler in his hand hit his feet, and he couldn't help frowning in pain. He picked it up and pressed the ruler to Mu Qingchen's face: "You are not allowed to mention this."

After that, all the little eunuchs around Hou were driven out.

When only the two of them were left in the house, they groaned: "In front of so many people, what nonsense."

But Mu Qingchen turned to her, turned around, his eyes filled with excitement, and suddenly he held her hand, hard, and then hard, as if he was afraid that she would run away: "Chang Shu, I understand that it is a bit difficult to accept this matter 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, we elope, I will take you out of this place of right and wrong!"

"...Where to go?"

"Go to your and my future, stay and fly, wander around the world."

Chang Shu: "..."

Isn't An Anxin being a boss?

"You don't need 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 a kind of joy that Mu Qingchen showed love to her, and there was also a kind of depression of marriage being intervened by a third party. What was even more depressing was that the third party was still herself.

The legendary "do not live by oneself", maybe this is the case.

She awkwardly smiled back to Mu Qingchen: "Let me...think about it."

Mu·Love Saint Possession·Qing Chen dragged her into her arms and hugged her domineeringly: "Don't let 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 clothes reflected on her snow-white face, but couldn't get rid of the loneliness in the corner of her eyes.

She stood in front of Mu Guogong's mansion, looking for the figure that made her dream of her in the crowd.

No, there is no Chang Shu.

Stop it! It is she who is passionate about herself.

She lifted a sigh, cast her eyes down and shook her head, surrounded by the crowd on the horse, lifted the rein, clamped the horse's belly, rode forward in the noisy joy, and approached Tai Chi Palace step by step.

This was a grand wedding, and it was also a tormenting wedding. The main object of torment was Mu Qingchen.

She seemed to have lost half of her three souls and seven souls. She sat on her horseback in a daze.

Scattered to the sky, fell on the bluestone road, in exchange for a burst of looting from the crowd.

The horse stopped in front of Princess Mu Ning’s mansion, and Mu Qingchen was helped to dismount the horse. He twisted and walked all the way in, crossed the gate of the heavy courtyard, passed through the courtyard again and again, and repeated his salute. Seeing the two Xi Niangs standing at the end of the promenade stroking the bride.

Seeing her coming, they all squatted for a blessing and called her to be a messenger, and asked her to come forward quickly and take over the silk.

She did.

One end of hi silk is Chang Shu, and the other end is her. Surrounded by the crowd, the two walked side by side, and the breeze passed through the corridor, blowing up their sleeves. Chang Shu's red hijab lifted a corner, revealing a small piece of shiny white chin.

Mu Qingchen looked sideways, wanting to take a peek, but unfortunately the wind had blown, and the hijab fell again, leaving only the bright yellow spikes on the edge swinging slightly.

Most of the guests at the wedding banquet did not know Mu Qingchen. Among them, Chang Shu's younger siblings were the most naughty.

The most hateful thing was the third princess, pointing her nose and cursing: "If you dare to bully my emperor sister, I'm sure you won't be able to eat, hum!"

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

Fortunately, when I entered the bridal chamber, I was not very drunk. I still had a two-point consciousness, barely able to stand firm, and could speak a few words in full.

The nurses in the room were afraid that she would fall, so they stepped forward to hold her, and she shook her off unkindly. The mothers did not get angry, and presented the brass hi-bars, and said with a smile: "First use the weighing rod to pick up the hijab, which means you are satisfied."

The heart to call a fart is like a fart!

Mu Qingchen narrowed her mouth impatiently, and asked, "Does the princess look... good-looking?"

Under the hijab, Chang Shu secretly scolded her as an apprentice, but her body suddenly tightened, and she did not dare to breathe. The red silk kerchief between her hands was pinched and creases of various lengths were pulled out.

In a trance, the hi-bar passed in, hooked the corner of the hijab...slowly went up...

The field of vision suddenly became brighter. On the table in the distance, there were two large red candles that were lit up high, the red curtains hung high above the beams, and the corners of the curtains were rubbing against the red velvet carpet...

Chang Shu was a little embarrassed, bent her neck and lowered her head, and the pair of Yin Hongxi shoes under her feet slammed into her eyes again. She was startled, as if she couldn't avoid it.

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

"Qing...Qing Chen." She was half expecting a half nervous response.

"Wow... even the sound is like..."

"Qing Chen... it's me..."

Following that, Mu Qingchen screamed like a gong, screaming extremely sternly, and almost lifted the Tianling Gai of everyone present.

Chang Shu had long anticipated her performance. She covered her ears with her hands in advance to cover most of the volume. She leaned back by the way, and stretched the distance between herself and Mu Qingchen.

The rest of the maid and the maidservant were not so lucky. They heard a wolf howl for no reason, and the little heart stopped in fright, and the ears were stabbing and painful.

As soon as he settled in shock, Mu Qingchen rolled his eyes and slammed into the ground. He passed out.

The development of the matter completely exceeded Chang Shu's expectations. What I was thinking about was the wedding night, you and me, to give Mu Qingchen a surprise... Now it's fine, the surprise turns into a fright, and she is afraid that she will not be able to make it through this bridal chamber.

"Don't be stunned, go to the doctor." Chang Shu took off his hijab, threw it aside, squatted next to Mu Qingchen, and patted her pale face.

A maidservant took the order and hurried away. The maid standing in the corner suddenly overtook her to stop her, and knelt down to Chang Shu with her skirt: "His Royal Highness, you and the horse have not yet drunk the Hewu wine, it is not considered a gift. ..."

The other maid also said: "Yes, the princess, the matter is big and can't go wrong. According to the slave and maid, the consort is overjoyed and doesn't look serious. You can wake up by wiping your face with cold water."

After they said, Chang Shu seemed to have received some kind of reminder, and the squeezed eyebrows loosened, looking back at Mu Qingchen with suspicious eyes.

Suddenly, there was a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You all get back."

The mothers looked at each other for a moment, as if they were asking each other's opinions with their eyes, but in the end they compromised and retreated outside the door.

The door opened and closed, and the shadows of the maid and the maids were printed on the window screens. They discussed the matter, and the shadows squeezed together one after another, and occasionally a few rustling footsteps were heard.

Chang Shu in the hall was still squatting there, looking at Mu Qingchen quietly. The two seemed to be at a stalemate, and they competed patiently with each other.

In the end, Mu Qingchen surrendered first.

She stretched a line of imaginary eyelids, and gradually focused on the distracted eyes. What she saw was Chang Shu's smiling face, without saying anything, and decisively chose to "faint" again.

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

Mu Qingchen couldn't bear the pain at all. The spoiled skin and flesh was very weak, so in front of Chang Shu, there was always a three-pointer in front of Chang Shu.

But tonight, he was uncharacteristically spineless, without a hum, and the words "Skills can be killed but not insulted" appeared on his forehead.

Chang Shu understood, and let go of her hand angrily, and hooked her tail finger like a little daughter-in-law: "...angry?"