rotten son-in-law

Mu Qingchen continued to sit on the window sill, bathing in the moonlight, thinking about life.

Yi Xiaobai understood her mood and didn't dare to disturb her to digest her own sexual orientation, so he stayed with her for a while and went back to bed to sleep.

After sleeping until dawn, he got down on the ground and stretched his waist, seeing that Mu Qingchen still maintained the sitting posture of last night.

Sighing, hey, it seems that I haven't digested it well.

She didn't ask anyone to come in to serve her. She put on her academic gown, combed her hair, opened the door and left. When she came back, she brought some light and delicious vegetarian dishes.

Carefully arrange the bowls and chopsticks, and carefully wait for the master, Mu Qingchen, to eat.

After a while, he picked up his orchid fingers, imitated the old eunuch and pinched his throat, and said respectfully: "Master Qingchen, people are iron and rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry."

Unexpectedly, Mu Qingchen really listened to the persuasion, and with two dark circles under her eyes, she floated slowly like a ghost.

If it wasn't for the blue sky and the bright sun, Xiaobai would have jumped at the door and fled.

"Xiaobai, I want to understand one thing." Mu Qingchen grabbed her arm and said.

Yi Xiaobai struggled, but failed to break free, hooked his feet over the embroidered pier by the table and sat down: "What's the matter?"

"The reason why I have such thoughts on Chang Shu is because I don't fully understand Zijun's beauty. The garden is full of spring, and you have to admire the flowers one by one to know which one is beautiful. Secondly, Chang Shu is too good-looking. She is even more beautiful than Zijun, but I was confused by her face, as the saying goes, 'embroidered pillows have grass on their stomachs', 'fancy looks are useless', she must be useless except for her appearance."

After Mu Qingchen finished speaking in one breath, her face flushed with emotion, she added, "What do you think?"

Of course, Yi Xiaobai also hoped that she would rein in the precipice. It had already been spread in Dijing that Vatti intends to let her be the lord, and the "lord" refers to Princess Mu Ning.

It is rumored that he is smart and honest, and is very favored by Huadi. Maybe one day he will find out that Mu Qingchen is a broken sleeve, and then he will report to Huadi crying...

It's strange that Mu Qingchen can't lose his head.

No, you can't ignore death.

A trace of arrogance stirred and surged in Yi Xiaobai's chest.

She decided to save Mu Qingchen from the fire at all costs.

"Go!" Yi Xiaobai dragged Mu Qingchen out of the room, "Let's go to the brothel."

Knowing what is Yingying, Yanyan, ring, fat, Yanshou, might make Mu Qingchen forget Chang Shu.

On the second day, Chang Shu became a coward. The carriage stopped at the gate of the Imperial College, but she was timid and did not get out of the carriage for a long time. After the third failure of psychological construction, she ordered the little eunuch to turn around and return to the palace.

The car went to the palace gate, and stopped again: "...let's go to the Imperial College."

The little eunuch responded respectfully, pulled the reins, and turned around again.

"It's already this time," Chang Shu lifted the curtain of the car, looking at the sun climbing up to mid-day, "Forget it... let's go back to the palace."

Little eunuch: ...

This time, she didn't regret it anymore, and returned to the Hulan Hall, sitting on the porch stool, leaning against the red porch pillar, staring at the yellow daisies in the flower garden.

Thinking about Mu Qingchen, and also thinking about what happened to herself.

When people around saw her, they didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing her tranquility.

In the silence, Chang Shu came up with a clue—she might...probably...possibly...like Mu Qingchen, but only a little bit.

But why is it so troublesome.

Could it be because Mu Qingchen is not her ideal type at all.

May I ask which girl does not cherish spring, even though she is a noble princess, she has not practiced the ability to be pure-hearted and ascetic after all.

Therefore, I also had longings for my future husband.

Either an elegant and beautiful woman, or a resolute and handsome man... Anyway, he is not such a cruel and hard-hearted person like Mu Qingchen.

Qi, just has a good skin.

It can be called a typical representative of "gold and jade on the outside, and rags on the inside".

Father

Didn't he want to recruit Mu Qingchen to be her son-in-law?Seeing what the father means, it seems that he likes Mu Qingchen very much, even if he is not her son-in-law, he might be recruited to the second or third younger sister...

When I think of this, I feel sour in my heart.

So he changed his mind and remembered Mu Qingchen's favor.

First, always put up with her.

Second, barely have a considerate side.

Third, letting her bully is very interesting.

……

Thinking about it this way, she didn't seem to be bothered anymore, she gradually stretched her smile, and rubbed the little finger of her right hand, it seemed that there was still Mu Qingchen's body temperature on it.

By the way, I promised to mend Mu Qingchen's sleeves.

"Auntie." Chang Shu sat down and called out.

"Did the eldest princess have orders?" Aunt Chuyue replied, she was trimming the flower branches for the daisies, put the scissors wrapped with red thread in a corner of the flower garden, and bowed.

"Accompany me to the embroidery workshop."

The embroidery room is in the southeast corner of Tai Chi Palace, a little far away from Hulan Hall. Chang Shu accepted the fact that she had Mu Qingchen in her heart, and she felt much more comfortable physically and mentally, as if drinking from a mountain stream and rock spring.

Therefore, there is no need to carry it on a chariot, and walk like a leisurely stroll.There were maidservants leading the way with small censers ahead, and a stream of elegant fragrance came to the nostrils.

In fact, to make clothes, you can send someone to Hulan Palace, you don't need to go there yourself.

Aunt Chuyue recalled Chang Shu's troubles last night, and then took a peek at her leisurely look at the moment, she understood clearly, and asked, "What kind of clothes does the princess want?"

Chang Shu explained: "It's not Bengong, it's Mu Qingchen. Bengong tore her bachelor gown and wanted to make a new one for her."

Yo, I gave away clothes.

Aunt Chuyue was a little surprised. Whenever there was a New Year's celebration, Chang Shu would always receive and return gifts in a non-salty way. It was the first time she took the initiative to give gifts, and she was very considerate.

The steward of the embroidery workshop set up a chair and a small table in the yard, and hurriedly made a cup of tea.

The nanny of the embroidery workshop brought a few skilled embroidery girls to be dispatched by Chang Shu.

"It's not complicated work, but I'm in a hurry, and I need it tomorrow." Chang Shu sipped her tea and said.

Aunt Chuyue held the bachelor's gown and handed it to the embroiderers.

After the embroidered girls looked at it one by one, Chang Shu said again: "The style is the same as this one, plain and clean, without flowers and patterns, but the size has to be changed... That person is a girl, Lord, with shoulders wider than this palace. One inch, half an inch wider at the waist, and taller than half the head."

Having said all that should be said, she retorted: "Is there anything else to ask?"

One of them had a gentle voice: "Dare to ask the eldest princess, do you want the material to be exactly the same, or do you want to change it?"

This reminded Chang Shu, her eyes rolled down: "Of course I want the best."

The nanny on the side was very attentive, saying "yes" again and again, and promised to send the new clothes to Hulan Hall tomorrow morning.

Chang Shu was not in a hurry to leave, she sipped her tea again, ran her fingertips across the rim of the cup, and was silent for a long time, as if she was thinking about something, she said softly: "If you come here, you can rest easy, I'm bored at leisure, let's go to the warehouse again Bar."

Go to the warehouse?

Is this a plan to choose the clothes by yourself?

Aunt Chuyue was very emotional, she was really virtuous, and the girls were not allowed to stay.

Mammy also sighed, this is Chagang who has changed his ways.

The warehouse of the embroidery workshop is the same as the warehouse next to it, and the "dirty mess" accounts for the last two.There are newly arrived tribute satin, and there are also leftover scraps used by various palaces. Because they are stained with the word "royal", they dare not dispose of them casually, so they are all hoarded in one place.

Mammy wanted to find an excuse to stop Chang Shu, but she was afraid that if she was not careful, Chang Shu would misunderstand that she had ulterior motives.

So he braced himself and opened the way ahead.

"The materials for the third weaving in the south of the Yangtze River have been delivered." Chang Shu asked on the way.He pinched the handkerchief with his fingertips and waved it.

The nanny seemed to be like another village, and she said happily: "I just arrived yesterday, but unfortunately, some of them were wet and moldy during the sea transportation, but the rest are very good.