Chapter 1281 What About Hair? Where's Sister's Hair?

The old man Tianji, who was left alone, kept making complaints about Long Muchen's retreating figure~

What is festival/practice? Among Duo'er's twenty-four filial piety, there is no such word at all!

——Duoer dividing line——

When he saw the two yellow and white fluorescent lights outside the palace just now, Long Muchen should have known that the woman in white had disappeared, and his little wife had returned!

It's just that the nerves that were still tense seemed a little unable to react at that moment, so they cared about the papaya without thinking.

Thinking about it just now, if the master hadn't reminded him on purpose, maybe his handsome face would have been turned into warp and latitude by the papaya's claws!

Long Muchen carried Qian Duoduo back to the Prince Chen's mansion, and grabbed an imperial doctor to check her stool inside and out. After confirming that she was just a little weak and unconscious, his heart that had been hanging for a long time, Only then gradually stretched out.

Originally, he came here with his master to save the third child's life, but he didn't expect that Qian Duoduo in white really had a deep affection for Long Yutian, and even tried his best to keep Long Yutian safe and sound.

His long-standing resentment towards the woman in white completely dissipated at this moment!

Therefore, the master's pill was given to the revived Duo'er to take it to clear away the remaining poison in her body.

It was near dawn that Qian Duoduo woke up.

She felt as if she had slept for a long time and had many dreams. In the dream, she saw that the three souls and six souls of the white-clothed flower had been scattered long ago, but only one soul escaped, and she didn't know where it was hiding.

She lazily opened her eyelids, looking at the familiar scene around her, it was the wedding room of Prince Chen's Mansion, she turned her head subconsciously, and saw Long Muchen who was holding her and resting his eyes with closed eyes.

Seeing herself nestled in the arms of the man she loved and feeling his familiar temperature, Qian Duoduo felt very relieved, as if she had returned to her safe haven, arched her head, and leaned into his arms.

"Duo'er, are you awake?"

Long Muchen was not asleep at first, but when he felt the little girl's body move, he immediately sat up, took her arms and legs to check around, and asked worriedly.

"Is there any discomfort, I'll call the imperial doctor, okay?"

Qian Duoduo shook his head.

As soon as she woke up, her eyes were still a little uncomfortable under the light of the red candle, probably because she cried a lot just now, dry tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, scratching her eyelids itchy.

Qian Duoduo subconsciously raised a paw, put it on her lips, licked it twice, and washed her face with the meat pad!

result--

"Fuck, where's your hair? Where's your sister's hair?" Qian Duoduo opened his mouth and swears.

No wonder, when I was a cat, I scolded whatever was in my mind, anyway, the cat language was 'meow--', and no one could understand it, so she was not afraid of damaging her ladylike temperament!

But at this moment, looking at his slender, white and tender paws, with five fingers diverging in distinct layers, Qian Duoduo was particularly ignorant, and blinked cutely, then frowned, and looked at him pitifully. Long Muchen.

"Fool—what's the matter, you've returned to your own body now, and you're still Qian Duoduo, the king's only constant wife!"

Long Muchen lowered his head and kissed her deeply between the brows, hugged her again, seeing her stupid look, Long Muchen was deeply moved.