Chapter 1773: You Can't Be a Nun!

Rong'er was very puzzled, why her mother's reaction was so big, but she saw Qian Duoduo waving a small handkerchief, rubbing her eyelids, and howling: "Rong'er, Lingyin Temple is a temple for monks, not a nunnery. Even if you want to become a monk, you have gone to the wrong door?!"

"..." Rong'er was sweating for a while. She loves beauty so much. Usually, when her hair is dirty, she has to wash it for a long time. How could she shave her hair and go to become a monk? How embarrassing!

"Mother—who is going to become a nun! I just want to go back to Lingyin Temple to be quiet for a while, think it over carefully, and ask Uncle Tianji for his opinion."

Qian Duoduo breathed a sigh of relief, and reclined on the chair again, stroking her stomach with her small hands, and comforting Little Tudou.

"That's what you said. It's good to let the old man Tianji enlighten you. If it doesn't work, let him get a cat, absorb fourteen's yang energy, and transform into a human. Let's play for a while to develop it!"

Qian Duoduo dragged her cheeks, looked at Rong'er's face similar to her own, and kept thinking about Little Fourteen's appearance in her mind.

Smacking his lips, he sighed full of heart: "When the time comes to see the two cats I raised with my own hands, paired up, it seems that I have returned to the sweet memories of Fourteen and I, how cute it will be!"

"As for Ah San? When the time comes, let him be alone in the hut and cry until the night is dark!"

Long Muchen and Rong'er looked at each other at the same time, then lowered their heads together, covered their eyes, their faces were full of shame!

Qian Rong'er: Mother, you want to role-play, and you're obsessed with Nuwayin? You made people out of clay, and you made people out of kittens?

Long Muchen: Daughter-in-law, are you sure that with your unrestrained imagination, you can't prenatally raise our son into a bastard who can only be in a daze and be silly every day?

——Duoer dividing line——

When Qian Duoduo was still fantasizing about how to create another foster husband for her Rong'er in the palace, in the imperial study room of the palace, Fuzi who stood by and waited on her could hardly be called every day. Ling, with a dead father and mother on his face.

"Damn it, this Tuoba Sheng is full, so he can't stay in his Nanzhao country well, why go to Shengchen country to hang around?"

Long Yutian threw the memorial on the ground as if he had eaten gunpowder. Fuzi was so frightened that he hurried over to pick it up.

"Don't pick it up! According to my order, if you see Tuoba Sheng, drive him out of the capital!"

Fuzi withdrew his hand tremblingly, seeing Long Yutian's angry face, the veins on his head were throbbing, so he brought a cup of tea obediently, and handed it over.

"Your Majesty, calm down—it's not worth it to lose your temper because of a Tuoba Sheng!"

Holding the teacup, Long Yutian slammed it on the table with a bang, and snorted coldly: "When I mention this Tuoba Sheng, I get angry, why do you think he is so lingering? I think he just didn't marry Duo'er, he was unbalanced and perverted, so he tossed his son Tuoba Kuo and tried to get rid of Rong'er!"

"And that damned Qian Duoduo, did she mean to get along with me on purpose? She has seen what kind of bird Tuoba Kuo looks like? The one with short legs, not reaching my thighs, is clamoring to marry Rong'er Give it to him, everyone is obsessed with ghosts!"

Fuzi looked at Long Yutian's gritted teeth, making complaints like sitting on the ground, so he covered his mouth and snickered.

I thought to myself: Your majesty, you are the one who is obsessed with ghosts, right?