Chapter 1313: My King Has a Toothache

Only lumps of bird feces were left, which ticked on the heads of civil and military officials, making them stink from head to toe.

Qianjin~Wancai~ Do you want to be so vulgar?

Concubine Chen, you really lost your mind, you can't get out!

The big guys can't help but mourn their tragic fate of being ravaged by Qian Duoduo for the sake of the unborn little son and the little princess!

They suddenly felt that they had studied hard for decades, but when they met Qian Duoduo, they instantly became floating clouds?

I couldn't help being confused for a while. Should I distort my outlook on life and values ​​that I have been proud of for so many years by the woman in front of me who has ruined all three views?

"Ahem——" Long Muchen was also stimulated by Qian Duoduo's "tall" names, and couldn't help coughing twice. He stretched out his hand and tugged at the little girl who was standing on the chair, smiling horribly. The woman twitched the corners of her mouth and called out, "Duo'er."

Qian Duoduo shot her condescendingly with sharp eyes: "Long Shishi, what are you doing?"

The creepy voice from hell, coupled with Qian Duoduo's open nostrils, seemed to be saying: "Little Fourteen, are you going to mess things up?"

Long Muchen immediately stood upright and sat upright, shaking his head violently, and slandered: "I don't dare for my husband. For my husband.

Qian Duoduo saw the big boss smoothing his hair, and immediately grinned and smiled.

"Fourteen, what do you think of this name?"

Long Muchen didn't expect that in the end, he still couldn't escape from the clutches of the clutches, and was dragged into the water by his little wife.

He hesitated for a moment, and inadvertently, he saw all the civil and military officials present, with hundreds of eyes, all staring straight at him, and he felt a little restless.

How can I say that it was in Zhaoyang's stomach, but his nephew and grandson. He couldn't be poisoned by Duo'er before he was born, right?

"Duo'er, this king thinks that these two names are really different, and they have the style of Qian's at first glance. It's just that this king thinks that the child of the fourth child and Zhaoyang should not be able to support such a powerful and extraordinary, and the sky is angry. Let’s wait until the day when Shengchen Kingdom produces a peerless child prodigy like our master, it won’t be too late to bestow this name.”

The old man Tianji, who was far away in Lingyin Temple, was tinkering with his pear blossoms, when he counted with the tip of his nose, he sneezed a few times.

Pointing forward and counting, your sister, this unscrupulous apprentice, actually made a small calculation of being a teacher. Hmph, let's see who gets caught in the fire in the end!

Qian Duoduo tilted her head, touched her chin, felt that Long Muchen's words were unreasonable, and agreed with her.

"Fourteen, you're right, such a thunderous and earth-moving name really shouldn't be given to Xiaosi's children."

Everyone, including Long Muchen, breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the next second, Qian Duoduo snapped his fingers and slapped him, grinning and howling: "Whenever I have a little bun, I'll be called Long Qianjin and Long Wancai, don't envy them to death~ Guarantee them, Seeing my little potato, he immediately bowed his head and hugged his thigh, haha!"

Damn it. Long Muchen couldn't help but swear in his heart, and almost jumped up in surprise.

Raising his hand, he slapped himself a big mouth: I'm making you mean. Did you get burned?

"Fourteen, why are you whipping yourself?" Qian Duoduo blinked in confusion, and held Long Muchen's hand distressedly.

Long Muchen pouted his upper lip, and smiled wryly: "My king has a toothache. I need to be beaten."