Rotten Terrier - Chapter 93 Parenting

According to Mu Qingchen's idea, Xiaotang is less than three years old and is not eager to make a baby kiss.

Besides, her little sugar alcohol has many identities and grand grandsons, so there is no need to worry about bachelorship in the future.

So the next day, she said she wanted to save Zuo Yue'an, but in fact all kinds of hardships.

"Get up, hurry up." Chang Shu squatted beside her and pushed her.

The floor was not as soft as the bed, and Mu Qingchen was sore in his waist and back all night. While groaning in pain, he turned over slowly, hugged the quilt and went to sleep.

Chang Shu was afraid of pushing her into a hurry, so he suppressed his anger and coaxed: "You forgot what you promised me last night?"

"...What's the matter?"

"Zuo Yuean, baby dear."

Mu Qingchen snorted in his nose, as if driving away the sleepy bugs: "There are hundreds of officials in civil and military affairs, no one has many daughters. If you have time, please invite more officials to come to the house for tea and fight with their daughters. Noodles."

Then fiddling with the pillow: "Choose carefully again."

The voice-over is, what can be anxious, maybe there is better than Zuo Yuean.

Chang Shu saw that she wanted to send herself away, so he jabbed her spine with her finger and warned: "Get up to my palace right away!"

Mu Qingchen sat up in a "ruby" manner: "If you don't tell me, I forgot. My father ordered me to enter the palace this morning yesterday."

Chang Shu:...

Mu Qingchen didn't even look at her, opened the closet, took out the official clothes and gauze hat and put on casually.

"...State matters." Chang Shu said generously, but the corners of her eyebrows sank slightly, she stepped forward to buckle Mu Qingchen's climbing buckle, and then fastened her belt.

"Look at you, don't be unhappy."

A look of loss, the minions saw it, thinking that Mu Qingchen was bullying her Royal Highness the princess again.

Although-also a lot of bullies.

"When will you be back?" Chang Shu reluctantly said, sending her out of the house.

Mu Qingchen got up and looked down at her: "I want to discuss the exchange with the Turks with my father, I guess it will be later. I will have lunch at the Imperial City Chef."

"But--"

"Let's go." Mu Qingchen was afraid that she would mention the Rao Shizi baby kiss again, and interrupted her vigilantly, pinched the horse belly, and instructed the cow chrysanthemum who was leading the horse to leave this place of right and wrong.

So one master, one servant and one horse, hurried away.

When she reached the entrance of the street, Mu Qingchen couldn't help turning his head, but seeing Chang Shu still looking at her with his toes at the mansion gate, his eyes were leisurely, and he couldn't help but froze for a moment: "Chrysanthemum, hurry up."

Niu Juhua rolled up his sleeves and worked hard, led the horse to speed up and ran forward, and ran out of the gate of the Sixteenth King's House before stopping.

Panting and saying: "Courage, shall we really enter the palace?"

Mu Qingchen patted his beating heart, turned over from the horse, took off his veil and threw it to him: "No, let me find clothes and take you to Lishan to ride a horse."

Chang Shu blamed Mu Qingchen a little bit. She worries about the life of small sugar alcohol here, but Mu Qingchen has a leisurely appearance "it doesn't matter to hang up high."

There is really no awareness of sharing happiness and suffering.

If Zuo Yue'an is good, the first must be soft temper. Little sugar alcohol is lively and active, and always has strange thoughts, and his temper is as bad as Mu Qingchen, and he can only coax him if he is in trouble. If he goes the other way, he may do something in the future. The crime comes.

The second thing is that Zuo Yue'an's background fits people's minds naturally. Although she is not a direct descendant, she is the daughter of the prime minister anyway. The scholarly family, knowledgeable and reasonable, the character will not be bad.

Third, looking at the civil and military officials, there are too few Zijun who are about the same age as Xiaotangol, and Chang Shu has no choice.

Hey, sad, so sad.

So that she looked at the sixteen-product breakfast in front of her, and she didn't have any appetite, put down the table and chopsticks and asked, "Can the sugar alcohol wake up?"

Aunt Chuyue replied: "The mother said that she had tossed for a long time last night, so she slept late. I am afraid that it will be more than half an hour later today."

She was afraid that Chang Shu would not have to eat, so she went to the other side and brought a bowl of pheasant soup, put a little white porcelain bowl on it, and gently put it by Chang Shu's hand.

Chang Shu didn't want to touch her heart, and took a sip with a spoon.

"Xu scared her last night."

Aunt Chuyue also felt that she had done something wrong. After all, she was a little baby under three years old. What she did was entirely based on her own will, so she euphemistically said: "How old is the little master? It's ridiculous."

The more she talked about Chang Shu, the more guilty she became, and she stroked her forehead and said, "This soup is good, leave it to the sugar alcohol."

Aunt Chuyue responded and ordered the maid by the side to carry the soup to the stove and sit down, waiting for the little sugar alcohol to wake up and drink warm.

"Forget it, I will look for her personally."

Take it as a soft drink to the sugar alcohol and apologize.

Little Sugar Alcohol actually woke up early. As soon as he opened his eyes, he remembered Chang Shu's reprimanding her last night, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Fearing that he would be punished again when he saw Chang Shu, he shook his head and refused to leave the bedroom.

Tired of rolling, let the mother pour a glass of water again.

When I drank the water with my small mouth, I smelled an elegant fragrance, faint, soft, as if drinking milk, well, my mother's hair oil smelled like this.

She couldn't help raising her eyes, and saw that the person holding the porcelain cup was Chang Shu.

When she said it was too late, she shrank her mouth, squatted down on her body, and got into the quilt like an escape, shrinking into a ball.

Chang Shu felt angry and funny, opened the gauze tent, picked her up with the blanket, and put it on the embroidered mound.

"Stand up."

Little Sugar Alcohol listened, and his feet fell tentatively.

Chang Shu was afraid that she would be stunned, so he picked out the quilt and untied it in the direction of the wrapping, revealing Xiao Sugarol's sultry hot face: "Hidden what?"

"...Afraid of my mother."

"You, I knew this before, why bother in the first place."

Obviously, Little Sugar Alcohol did not understand this, and looked at Chang Shu with wide ignorant eyes, then quickly retracted and buried himself in his chest in shame.

"...Knowing it was wrong."

Chang Shu listened very comfortably. It's good to know that you have mistakenly admitted, this is much better than Mu Qingchen's wrongdoing and killing him.

She smoothed out the broken hair behind Xiao Sugarol's ears a little bit, and turned the topic off: "It's not hot today, so do you want to go out with your mother to relax?"

Which doll is not playful, the little sweet and sour immediately forgot the troubles, and with the spirit, he leaped on the embroidered pier and said: "Call, Sanyi Niang."

"Then it's good to go to Lishan, the third sister is afraid of heat, so it's cool in the mountains."

Mu Qingchen was very tired all morning having fun. He rode his horse straight up to the Huanglong Temple on the top of the mountain and stopped to enjoy the cool under the old elm tree in front of the temple.

Cow Chrysanthemum tied the horse rope to the horse tie-up stone, and fanned her with his sleeves: "Brown horse, rest here for a while, let's go to the temple for some fast food in a moment."

He stroked away the dust on the stone steps and helped Mu Qingchen to sit down while sitting cross-legged on the ground. Together with Mu Qingchen, he looked at the dense green of the distant mountains and the dustless sky.

After a while, I heard the temple door open behind me.

Mu Qingchen had nothing to do, and turned his head in the sound, Tongren trembled suddenly. Isn't this the third wife who only met yesterday? It wasn't who Zuo Yuean was who she was holding in her hand.

What a coincidence! What a coincidence!

After Mu Qingchen flashed into the tree with the cow chrysanthemum, he pricked his ears to listen to the third lady.

"Anything that looks like something is vain. Don't be too persistent, Madam. You have a pious heart. My Buddha is compassionate and will guide you." A benevolent old host persuaded.

"I have nothing to ask for, but far away my son can get out of the sea of ​​misery as soon as possible and be a human again." The third wife said sadly. She led Zuo Yue'an and stepped on the stone steps step by step, "The host does not have to send it anymore."

After finishing speaking, set foot on the mountain path and walk down the mountain.

Mu Qingchen contemplated his eyebrows behind the tree, faintly chanting words such as "attachment", "my son", "free from the sea of ​​suffering" and "reincarnation".

Xin said that she couldn't see that these three ladies were still women with stories.

You have to send someone to check it carefully, and then grab her handle, threaten her to cross Zuo Yue'an with Zuo, and kiss Xiaotangol Dingwawa.

Niu Juhua looked at her imaginarily, and seeing her ill-intentioned smile knew her belly full of bad water was churning.

Tsk tut, and said: "Poor those three ladies, the son died in the baby on the day of delivery——"

Now he is going to be trapped by "tiger ass" again.

Mu Qingchen:...

"She also has a son? Why do you know so much?"

"The rumors in the market are well known to everyone."

I don't know it! The Nineteenth Bachelor's face was a bit unbearable, and the conversation turned around: "These are not important."

The important thing is that she grasped the weakness of the third lady.

"Chrysanthemum, go, follow me into the temple to find out."

She took a few steps outside, and suddenly felt a murderous pounce on her face. The psychological shadow left by Lin Pinru's assassination made her shiver.

Niujuhua had a bigger reaction than her, her knees fell like iron blocks, and he knelt down: "Long... Your Royal Highness Princess."

This night is destined to be restless.

"Mu Qingchen, you are so courageous, dare to deceive this palace with your father's name."

Mu Qingchen leaned back in the chair lazily, and there was a plate of peanuts on the tilted table in front of him, and she threw two into her mouth from time to time.

"Tonight, no, in the next month, my palace will sleep with you in a separate room."

"Sleep on the floor, you."

Mu Qingchen took a sip of tea: "That's a pity, I wanted to discuss the baby kiss with you."

"...Liar, my palace will never believe you again."

Mu Qingchen squinted at her: "Guess who I met in front of the temple."

Chang Shu was talking nonsense when she was: "...who?"

"The third wife of Zuo Xiang and Zuo Yue'an."

Let's see it, it's just nonsense, really unrepentant.

Knowing that she didn't believe her, Mu Qingchen showed her trump card: "She is so worried about her son's death, so she believes in Buddhism."

When a person has faith, he has the greatest weakness.

Chang Shu understood the meaning of her words, her expression calmed down: "...have you come up with an idea?"

Mu Qingchen was delighted, and the princess took the bait.

He cleared his throat, patted his lap, and then glanced at Chang Shu, cunning and triumphant in the depths of his eyes.

Chang Shu's eyes made Chang Shu look at her, feeling very awkward. She put on an expression that the little daughter-in-law was about to be humiliated, and said in her heart, this is to sacrifice her lust, nothing else, it's all for the sake of her daughter.

Then he turned around and sat in Mu Qingchen's arms. Before he could encircle Mu Qingchen's neck, he was pushed away abruptly.

"What do you want, let you beat my leg."

Chang Shu:...