Rotten Terrier - Chapter 92 Parenting

"Take me to catch bugs!?"

Xiao Tang felt his new clothes, and then looked at the brand-new tiger-toed shoes on his feet.

Mu Qingchen was facing the bronze mirror and threw the eyebrows for Chang Shu, and did not pay attention to her.

Chang Shu held his breath even more, not even daring to lift his eyelids.

"Take me to catch bugs!?" Little Sugar Alcohol asked again, jumping forward a few steps, tugging at Mu Qingchen's waistband.

Mu Qingchen's wrist flicked, and a thin black line pierced into the temple from the end of Chang Shu's eyebrows.

The air suddenly solidified.

Chang Shu looked at her funny makeup in the mirror, and immediately grabbed the thing in Mu Qingchen's hand and pinched her face: "My palace will paint you as a big tabby cat."

Mu Qingchen hid back: "It's Sugar Alcohol's fault. Besides, this eyebrow...is very well drawn,'eyebrows fly into the temples'"

"Let me see how thick your cheeks are." Chang Shu's fingertips applied a little strength.

"Take me to catch bugs!?"

On the carriage, the small sugar alcohol still exerts the spirit of not giving up on the Yellow River.

Mu Qingchen was annoyed by her quarrel, leaned on the carriage and yawned lazily.

Chang Shu took a piece of sou from the food box and gave her: "Let's go to Zuo Xiang's house to congratulate the old birthday star. Do you know if you want to behave well?"

Little Sugar Alcohol took a bite of his snack: "Why should I behave well."

Grandpa Emperor Huang was also the birthday star during the Longevity Day. At that time, he didn't tell her this. Why are there such rules today?

"Zuo Xiang's family has a young lady who is as old as you. If you are obedient, she is willing to play with you and be friends with you."

"Then she is willing to accompany me to catch bugs! If she doesn't want to, she is a bad sister."

Chang Shu resisted the eagerness to roll his eyes: Don't seek to make progress!

The prime minister's mansion can be said to be a crowded city today. The left prime minister waited early to welcome guests outside, and the men and women crowded the prime minister's mansion tightly.

The big red silk was also hung up all over the hall, reflecting everyone's energy.

Chang Shu was a distinguished guest among the distinguished guests, and Zuo Xiang knew that she liked being quiet, and led the three of them through the yard several times, avoiding the bustling crowd, and took a rest in the pavilion in the corner of the garden.

After a while, the most favored third wife brought her daughter Zuo Yue'an to see him.

Chang Shuda was somewhat delighted to see her daughter-in-law in the future. She put down the melon seeds in her hand and got up to greet her. After greeting the third wife, her eyes fell on Zuo Yue'an's small figure.

Well, Xiaojiabiyu is very affectionate.

"How old is it?" Chang Shu asked, speaking softly as spring.

Zuo Yue'an refused to admit birth, and replied generously: "Four years old."

"More than four years old, five years old at the end of the year." The third wife followed Chang Shu into the pavilion and poured a cup of tea for her personally.

Chang Shu followed the pole up: "Coincidentally, my little sugar..."

She paused briefly, thinking that it would be better to call her daimyo at such a solemn moment, and changed her words: "My family's Chunjin is also the birthday of winter."

While talking, he turned his face to look for people, and it took a long time to find the big and small figures among the gardenia bushes.

The smile on her face suddenly stiffened, and she insisted on her gentleness and gentleness, and whispered in a motherly tone: "Chunjin, come to my mother."

Little Sugar Alcohol is not familiar with the word "Chunjin", because the elders usually call her Sugar Alcohol, and the minions call her the Little Master.

Ever since, she continued to indulge in the fun of digging the soil and digging insects, and her **** pierced up.

Princess Dahua's face was a bit uncomfortable for a while, so she had to change her target: "Qing Chen, take Chun Jin here."

Regrettably, Mu Qingchen is also unfamiliar with the word "Chunjin", sticking his head out of the flowers with two leaves, and asking Chang Shu: "Hold what stuff?"

Chang Shu:...

She stroked Zhu Chai on her hair bun, and smiled awkwardly and politely to the third wife.

Suddenly, there was a burst of open laughter from Little Sugar Alcohol, as if he had discovered something new, he slapped his hands and staggered towards her.

"Mother, look at Wangcai, she is a little green on her head."

Chang Shu:...

Third Lady:...

Mu Qingchen patted the leaves in the hair and hurried to catch up with the sugar alcohol. He suddenly found that Chang Shu looked at her with strange eyes, anger in her grudge, and sharp in her anger.

I woke up like a drunk for a while: Oh, yes, yes, today I am here to help Xiaotangol look for a baby kiss.

Chang Shu slayed her with a slasher in a place where no one else could see, but he said to Xiaotangol: "Chun Jin, this is Yue'an, can you go play with Sister Yue'an?"

Little Sugar Alcohol became quiet now, staring at Zuo Yue'an's bright black eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Go go." Mu Qingchen actively instigated.

At this moment, Little Sugar Alcohol seemed to be greatly encouraged, and stretched out his mud-stained hand to Zuo Yue'an, with a folded handkerchief lying on the palm of his hand.

Chang Shu recognized that it was she embroidered to rub the saliva on Xiaotangol.

Little Sugar Alcohol stretched his handkerchief, and saw a dark thing lying in it, convulsing half-deadly.

"Miss Sister, give you the caterpillar as a meeting gift."

Zuo Yue'an's face changed suddenly.

Chang Shu: Mother, I really can't help you!

In the midsummer night, the heat was unbearable, and the cicada couldn't bear the lonely call.

Little Sugar Alcohol sat under the eaves of Yu Huazhai's gallery to watch the stars, and at the same time he let out a heavy and helpless sigh: "Wangcai, I, did you do something wrong?"

Mu Qingchen sat side by side with her, silent for a long while, nodding hard.

"I gave my favorite thing to sister Yue'an, shouldn't she be happy?"

Mu Qingchen didn't know what to explain.

Little Sugar Alcohol then asked: "Why is she crying?"

Mu Qingchen heard sadly and hugged her tightly and said, "You should worry about yourself first."

Didn't you hear your mother crying in the room?

This is the prelude to the storm.

Sure enough, as soon as the voice fell, Chang Shu's forbearing anger came from the door: "Mu Chunjin, come in to this palace!"

When is life the most terrible?

Answer, when your mother called your full name!

Little Sugar Alcohol felt the murderous aura in the words, and was so scared that he plunged into Mu Qingchen's arms, like a hedgehog shrunk into a ball.

Adhering to the principle of "The mud bodhisattva crosses the river, it is hard to protect himself", he mercilessly pushed her away, and personally threw her in the door.

In this way, a new idiom was taught to small sugar alcohols: to fall into trouble.

Chang Shu has only now truly realized the feeling of remorse of "a mother who has lost her son". She covered her heart, pulled the little sugar alcohol and reprimanded: "How did my mother tell you in the morning?"

Little Sugar Alcohol stood upright, muttering: "I want to behave well."

"I gave the caterpillar to sister Yue'an."

"That's me, my favorite."

Then I added another sentence: "Wangcai, caught it for me."

Chang Shu patted the armrest: "My palace knows that this matter is inseparable from that relationship."

When the little sugar alcohol came out, Mu Qingchen was still lying by the window and eavesdropping on the situation in the room.

Huh? Why is there no sound suddenly?

Then I found that the corners of the clothes were pulled twice, and when I lowered my head, I saw a small sugar alcohol.

She couldn't help but squatted down in front of Xiaotangol and asked: "A few words of effort will come out?"

Little Sugar Alcohol said honestly: "My mother calls you in."

Mu Qingchen became anxious at once: "It's the **** thing, did you betray me!"

Xiaotangtan looked at her doubtfully: "What do you mean by betraying...?"

It means that you are carrying a debt of conscience.

Mu Qingchen was surly and arrogant, but it was not the unreasonable master who was so scared to cry about Zuo Yue'an. She was indeed at fault. You should never catch caterpillars on other people's sites.

She took a cup of eight-treasure red bean porridge from the kitchen, entered the room lightly, and put it on the table: "It's still angry, my dear dear."

"Let's come." Seeing Mu Qingchen rubbing against her, Chang Shu hurriedly turned her back and elbows her. In the end, she simply left Mu Qingchen and got up and sat on the Luohan couch.

Mu Qingchen followed up with the embellishment: "You have to eat when you regenerate your qi. I'm not going anywhere. You have the strength after you eat, and you can just ask me to settle the bill."

As he lifted the lid, letting the sweet fragrance slip out, they entangled at the tip of Chang Shu's nose, tickling her gluttons.

But Chang Shu was still stubborn: "Don't eat."

"I'll feed you," Mu Qingchen picked up the spoon and took a scoop. "Open your mouth, ah--"

Chang Shu leaned on the little boy, buried his face in his arms, swearing to resist the temptation of food.

"...I assure you, tomorrow I will try to save the little girl from the left."

"real?"

"real."

"You promise." Chang Shu waited for her words and sat up straight and looked at her without hesitation, as if asking for peace of mind.

"I promise," Mu Qingchen handed the spoon to her mouth.

Chang Shu put it in his mouth, biting into a soft red bean: "The horses go out, one can do the best."

"It's more than just one enemy." Mu Qingchen saw her attitude softened, and boldly stole a fragrance on her face.

Chang Shu raised his sleeves and wiped it with disgust: "Annoying."

"Would you like to eat something else?"

"Seeing that you are full of gas and have no appetite to eat next to it."

"That..." Mu Qingchen smiled clearly, "eat me."

Chang Shu's gloomy face was light, and he handed her a whisper: "Okay."

Mu Qingchen: It really is a fickle female silver.

Later, when the red bean porridge was finished, Mu Qingchen asked Aunt Chuyue to go to rest early, and she would personally wait for her Royal Highness Princess to settle her, and she was so diligent that Chang Shu didn't even notice it.

The moment the candle was put out on the couch, she realized a serious problem: "Shu'er, have you ever found something abnormal with the sugar alcohol."

"What's the answer?" Chang Shu said nervously.

"Although she looks like me, she seems to be very stupid." Even a four-year-old girl can't coax her.

"Then what?"

"This... it's up to you."

Chang Shu was stunned, opened the curtains and threw out a brocade quilt, and pointed a finger at the open space: "You can make a floor tonight."

"I'm telling you the truth."

"My palace is also telling you the truth!"