Rotten Terrier - Chapter 37

Crossing the horse line

Changshu was embarrassed and embarrassed. He pushed her face away, turned his back to her, and covered her head with a quilt. His two slender legs kicked the quilt by the way, and he lost his temper like a child. -

After a while, he turned his face and looked at Mu Qingchen again, and then turned back, going back and forth three times in total.

Humph, don't come to coax me.

She moved sideways, facing Mu Qingchen, she stretched out her finger to poke her on her own, and poke her shoulder and arm, all the way to her belly button.

Mu Qingchen, who had just walked through Niutou Village, was still confused, his eyes rolled around, lying back to his original position, staring at the top of the bed.

This bed is really big, soft and fragrant, throwing thousands of miles away from her broken bed.

By the way, there is also this bedroom, which has to be as big as ten acres of land, and it is also carved with beams and buildings, gold and silver, and so is the legendary palace. Also, there are so many people serving in every house, the original owner is much richer, and he must be a child of Wuyi.

It's just... She still doesn't understand what the thing is between her legs. How can a girl get married with her?

"The eldest princess?" The maternal grandmother outside the bed tent knelt her knees numb, crooked her neck, and cautiously called, "But want a veil?"

The eldest princess! ?

Shuer is the eldest princess! ?

Mu Qingchen's eyes rounded.

Could it be that this is the palace! ? I am the eldest princess's husband! ?

Chang Shu lay on Mo Qingchen's belly wrapped in a quilt, lazily said "Uh", reached out the bed net, took back a steaming cotton pad that was twisted into a strand, and then looked like a vigilant fox. Pocked up his ears and stared at Mu Qingchen, "Close your eyes."

Mu Qingchen's face was white and white, but he didn't dare to disobey the princess's orders, his eyes were closed tightly, and wrinkles appeared in the circle of his eyes, and he was afraid that it would not be safe, so he put his hands on and covered them tightly.

After a few breaths, Fang heard the whispering and occasionally slight movements by his side.

Chang Shu packed up, folded the veil several times as before, and put it on the edge of the bed. The veil was soaked with medicine, and the sniffs of the two inevitably got some medicinal smell, which was slightly bitter, but also sweet.

Chang Shu felt that Mu Qingchen's appearance was so funny, she leaned forward, took a strand of blue silk from her shoulder in her hand, scraped the tip of her nose with the tail of her hair, and joked, "Are you so obedient tonight?"

Mu Qingchen couldn't help but sneezed, twisting his head struggling, "Can you take it down?"

Chang Shu pulled her hand away and asked suspiciously, "What new trick are you playing?"

Mu Qingchen shook his head, with a feeling of anxiety, lifted his eyelids out of a small slit, and looked through the slit to see Chang Shu's face close at hand.

Still the same sentence, beautiful, beautiful thief, a hundred times and a thousand times more beautiful than the village flowers in their village. Just like the light-colored wild flowers in the flowers, the fragrance is rich but not strong, and it looks good and smells good. This is probably what the literati pokers often say... Qingli and refined.

Yes, it is beautiful and refined!

When he woke up early in the morning, Chang Shu was no longer there, but the remaining warmth of the mattress beside him was still there. It seemed that he had just left. -

Mu Qingchen put his head out of the bed net, looked up and down, left and right, and after confirming that there was no one, his anxiety was a little settled.

Last night, she thought a lot and finally accepted the fact of crossing-this is still very acceptable. The little village girl from the poor country wears the princess's princess. This kind of pie in the sky and the luck of stepping on the **** is really an ancestral grave. The good thing about Qingyan.

There is a sense of seeing that life has suddenly reached its peak, reaching a climax.

She jumped out of the bed like a rabbit, walked barefoot to the dressing table, picked up the shiny bronze mirror, and looked at the face of the original owner.

Ah, what kind of face is this!

The watery peach eyes are like a faint green deep pool, which can confuse people and **** their souls away. The lips are very thin, the nose is very strong, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, overflowing with a hint of sarcasm.

Her mother said that people with such looks are often indifferent and unrighteous.

It seems that the original owner is not a good thing!

"Have you got up?" Niu Juhua still had lingering fears about yesterday's daily Shu kicking him. She shrank into the bed, and found that Chang Shu was no longer holding her chest, pretending to be magnanimous.

Mu Qingchen suddenly appeared unexpectedly and took a step back, instinctively wanting to escape. She is just a little girl who does rough work and can't deal with people well.

"Punma, are you uncomfortable? Your complexion is not very good." Niujuhua brought her clothes. The azure fabric has dense dark lines, and under the bright sun, there are light marks.

Mu Qingchen couldn't help but stared blankly. He was used to wearing Ma and Ge. The first time he saw such beautiful clothes, he was almost blinded.

"This dress... mine?"

Seeing her answering the wrong question, Niu Juhua paused for a moment, showing a dogleg smile, embarrassed, "Don't you like it, but the princess personally chose it for you. If you don't wear it, it will hurt the princess's heart."

He lifted the collar of his clothes, with a force of his arms, he threw the clothes high and shook, then draped them over Mu Qingchen's shoulders impatiently, and smiled happily.

Mu Qingchen was embarrassed, he waited for him to dress, and finally said "Thank you."

thanks?

Huma actually said thank you to him?

He must be torturing him again.

Niu Juhua's face suddenly turned gray, and he knelt down with a thump, his whole body trembling with fat.

"Punma, you beat the minion, you scold the minion, the minion knows he has done something wrong, you can punish the minion any way you want. Uuuu..."

Mu Qingchen "!?"

"You... get up first."

"The slave dare not."

Mu Qingchen blinked ignorant eyes, feeling that it is always bad to force others to do things. Since others are willing to kneel, just kneel.

She fastened the clasp of the neckline, squatted down and solemnly said, "Next, I will ask you a few questions, but you must make sure that only you know and I know."

Asking just a few questions, instead of going up and down the fire, the cow chrysanthemum sniffs, nodding like garlic "You ask."

"Who is the Lord today?"

The cow chrysanthemum is unknown so "...Vantage, Ivy."

Mu Qingchen looked down, thoughtful.

"What is the name of the princess?"

Niuhuahua felt a little taste, and froze immediately. "...Chang Shu, titled Mu Ning, and her biological mother is the noble concubine Huiyi Huang."

Yes, I already have one question and three answers.

"The last question," Mu Qingchen licked his dry lips, "Who am I?"

Niu Juhua understood it thoroughly, her small eyes were as big as copper bells, "You have amnesia!"

"Hush, don't stretch out." Although Mu Qingchen didn't know the chubby little eunuch, the memory of the original owner's body was still there, prompting her to choose to trust him.

Niuhuahua patted his fat belly, forcing himself to calm down. At the moment when the husband was at a loss, she chose to trust him and seek his help, indicating that he was the only support in her heart.

Sure enough, he still loves him.

Thinking of this, he was so moved, his red eyes choked with sobs, "Your name is Mu Qingchen, your father is Mu Guogong, and Mrs. Longfang Jiahe is your adoptive mother. You also have a sister and a brother, the former died early, the latter died early. Frail and sickly. Thanks to their unconvinced, you succeeded in getting to the top with no effort. At the age of 16 in the Imperial College and the princess who was pretending to be the Lord of the Lord saw the right eye. At the age of 19, he was chosen as the consort. Qin was awarded a bachelor's degree, and he was given the nickname Tiger Butt."

He spoke extremely fast, and Mu Qingchen could barely understand what he said after repeating his words.

Then he asked, "Tell me more, for example, what is my hobby?"

"Planning people's ancestral graves! Occasionally whip and whip corpses!"

Mu Qingchen "..."

It seems that the original owner is not only ignorant, but also very cruel. In addition, the taste is a bit heavy.

"anything else?"

Niu Juhua shrugged, "Other than that, I don’t have any hobbies, and some of them are almost consumed by the princess," such as visiting the brothel, "Oh, yes, your nickname is Wangcai. I like to call it this name, if you hear it, then you can answer it."

"...Wang Choi?"

Why do you have the same name as the native dog of Liu Erwa's family?

Niuhuahua nodded, holding Mu Qingchen's hand, her lips moved, "Don't be afraid, the slave will stay by your side no matter what happens, even if the sky falls. Even if the princess despise you, the slave will not meeting!"

Mu Qingchen's nose was sour and hot, and he was moved to tears by his impassioned remarks.

"Don't cry." Niu Juhua curled up her short fat fingers and wiped her tears, so gentle as to say nothing.

And Chang Shu, who stood behind them, had a dark complexion, gritted her teeth and said sarcastically, "You and I, the master and servant are so affectionate."

Ox Juhua shrank in shock and quickly withdrew his hand.

Mu Qingchen stood up, did not know where to put his hands, grabbed his clothes, and asked awkwardly, "Princess, when did you come?"

"From the moment he took your hand!" Chang Shu was angrily, his delicate facial features slightly twisted.

Aunt Chuyue kindly persuades, "Princess, don't get angry, maybe... you misunderstood her husband."

"My palace sees clearly and hears clearly, how can it be a misunderstanding!" Chang Shu flicked his long sleeves and lifted all the tea cups and plaques on the table to the ground, smashing them to pieces.

Oh, she sneered.

The palace people suffocated, knocked down their knees, and shouted "The princess should suffocate her anger." Ox chrysanthemum is no exception, lying on the ground, shaking like chaff, the cold sweat of the bean is falling down the temples.

"Niujuhua, my palace is underestimating you."

"His Royal Highness calms down, the slave is wronged."

Chang Shu glanced down with sharp eyes, then fell on Mu Qingchen's bare toes, and went all the way up, finally nailing Mu Qingchen's face firmly, as if he wanted to see something out of it.

Mu, village girl, and Qingchen, who had been poor for a little half of her life, saw a rich man angry for the first time, with a kind of eye-opening joy, and even more panic.

I thought, everyone is kneeling, then am I going to kneel too?

Thinking about it, his eyes drifted a little, and it fell into Chang Shu's eyes, which was a proper guilty conscience.

It seems that I haven't run away, it must have a leg with Niujuhua!

"Mu Qingchen," Changshu said disappointedly, "This palace is so stupid, I believe your nonsense, it turns out that you really have thoughts about the cow chrysanthemum that you shouldn't have."

Mu Qingchen "!?"

What does this mean? The original owner had an unclear relationship with this little eunuch?

No wonder she just said something to her, "Even if the eldest princess dislikes you, the minion won't".

Niu Juhua was horrified and reacted fiercely. He raised his head and explained, "The princess calms down, the slave is wronged, it's really wrong!"

"Then why did you say those things to your husband!" Chang Shu really didn't want to recall the affectionate expressions of the two of them just now.

"Because...because..." Niujuhua was caught in a dilemma and couldn't say, why did he go back when he promised the consort not to stretch out.

"Because of what." Chang Shu's voice was deep, with an irresistible prestige.

"Because..." Niu Juhua glanced at Mu Qingchen, and finally chose Zhongyi, "The slave can't say it."

Chang Shu lost patience, turned her back resolutely, and waved her hand.

Aunt Chuyue nodded her head where she could not see, and sternly shouted out, "Come on, take the cow chrysanthemum stick forty and take it to Yeting!"

After that, Kingoe, who was wearing a long sword with a long sword on his waist, stepped in.

"Because he lost his memory!" Niu Juhua compromised instantly.

Mu Qingchen "!?"

Don’t leave, don’t give up, don’t stretch out!

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Mu Qingchen "Why are you always heard when you talk to people!"

Chang Shu "Because you are a bad guy."

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Damn, this plot is so terrible that I can’t write it anymore, especially the sentence "Ah, what kind of face is this!", ah ah ah-