In the blink of an eye, a week had passed since Mu Wanwan came back from the market last time.

She found a little bit of pen and ink left in Mr. Long's former study in the side hall, and wrote down the date on time every day. Now there were seven neat marks on the paper, representing the passage of time.

It rained for three days in a row, and then it was cloudy for two days. When Mu Wanwan suspected that the quilt and clothes would soon become moldy if the weather did not clear up, the long-awaited sunshine finally came.

These days, Mu Wanwan and Mr. Long's life can be said to be quite peaceful. If she did not take the initiative to leave the palace, no one would come to the yard to trouble her. Mu Wanwan, who had been extremely tired physically and mentally since she traveled through time, finally got a short rest.

During this period, except for the first and second days when she was trying to cultivate, so she didn't cultivate many seeds, in the remaining days, Mu Wanwan maintained the speed of cultivating fifteen burning grass seeds and three green star grass seeds every day.

So far, she has successfully cultivated one hundred burning grass seeds and eighteen green star grass seeds.

I don't know if it's because of her special spiritual power, she hasn't failed many times in the past few days. She still has forty-five burning grass seeds and eight burning grass seeds left. If she works harder, she may be able to cultivate them all before setting off.

With the transmission of wood spiritual power, a batch of burning grass can be harvested almost every two days, but the growth cycle of green star grass is longer than that of burning grass, and it absorbs more spiritual power, but it takes five days to harvest a batch. Now she has a lot of mature Rancao and Bixing Grass in her hands, but Mu Wanwan did not pick the mature Rancao and Bixing Grass. If she picked them, they would probably not be fresh. She would just collect them and arrange them the day before departure.

The sun was pretty good yesterday and today, and the quilt was almost dry. Mu Wanwan moved the Rancao and Bixing Grass seedlings to the yard, found a place with good sunlight, and planned to sleep separately from Mr. Long tonight.

After all, when they slept together these few days, she was worried every night whether she would press Mr. Long's tail, and she slept very restrained. Now she can finally sleep separately from Mr. Long, and Mu Wanwan is still very happy.

It's just that some people are happy, but there are dragons who are worried. In fact, as early as the first day when the rain stopped, Mr. Long began to pray that the sky would not be clear.

Although this is bad, he is now counting on being able to stay awake for a while every night and hold his wife's hands sweetly. The sky

really fulfilled his wish. It was cloudy for several days, which also prolonged his happy time.

But, it was only that much.

"Mr. Long, you don't have to squeeze with me tonight, are you happy?" Mu Wanwan came in with a dried quilt, looking at Mr. Long lying on the jade bed, and couldn't help saying.

She thought that although Mr. Long was a plant dragon, she heard that many plant people were still conscious. She didn't know what was wrong with her. These few days, she would wake up in the morning and find herself holding someone's hand.

It was fine a few days ago, just intertwining hands, but these past two days she has gone too far, grabbing Mr. Long's hand and interlocking their fingers. Mu Wanwan

is very embarrassed every time she wakes up. Fortunately, Mr. Long couldn't wake up, otherwise she would probably shut herself up on the spot.

After all, she was the one who was at fault in this matter. Although Mr. Long was once the strongest man on the mainland, he is now miserable and unable to move. He has nothing but an evil and handsome face and a beautiful figure. She, Mu Wanwan, is different. She is strong (not really), and she has absolute initiative...

So, being able to sleep separately is a small relief for Mu Wanwan.

Otherwise, she was afraid that one day she would wake up in Mr. Long's arms, which would be bad.

But he was not happy at all.

Mr. Long thought, his long and curly eyelashes trembled, representing his inner resistance, and even his fingers hidden under the quilt moved restlessly.

But Mu Wanwan couldn't see it, and she didn't know that a certain scheming dragon had become more and more rampant in recent days -

she didn't take advantage of Mr. Long when she was half asleep. It was obvious that Mr. Long relied on the abundant spiritual energy these days, and in addition to the ring finger and little finger on his right hand, the index finger could also move. Every night, he blushed and spent a lot of effort to grab her hand.

"Mr. Long, let me wash your hair." Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Long's long hair and said in negotiation.

During this period of time, she has washed her own hair several times, but Mr. Long has never washed his hair. However, Mr. Long does not need to work, so his hair gets dirty slowly. She was also worried that washing his hair on a rainy day would aggravate his injury, so she kept putting it off. Today, the sun was shining brightly, and she had a rare chance to be free, so she came up with this idea.

When the dragon, who was cursed in his body, heard that she was going to wash his hair, the unhappiness in his heart about sleeping separately gradually dissipated, and even his blood boiled a little.

If she washes his hair, she will definitely touch his horns.

Only a dragon's partner can touch a dragon's horns.

She should know this, right? After all, this is an unwritten rule in mainland China.

Mr. Long's ears felt a little hot. He remembered that she had touched his tail. Judging from the cleanliness of the scales, it seemed that she had even cleaned his reverse scales and a certain place that should not be touched while he was unconscious.

Long's reverse scales and that place should not be touched casually.

Since you have touched it, you must be responsible for it.

Mr. Long's train of thought began to move in a strange direction again. In fact, from the moment Mu Wanwan took care of him without any complaints, she had penetrated into his dark heart that had never seen the sun, little by little, in a way that he could never imagine.

Maybe she didn't go deep enough now, but she had already touched his soft and fragile side, and even made him become unlike himself, making him begin to crave light.

If you tell anyone in the territory now that the tyrant who once terrified the mainland would carefully touch a girl's hand at night, I'm afraid not only will no one believe it, but you will also be scolded as a psychopath.

He is really a little weird.

Mr. Long thought dizzily when Mu Wanwan's warm fingers passed through his hair.

...

Mu Wanwan's life here is still enjoyable and getting better, but Bai Shuiyao, who was punished last time, is having a very hard time.

Ao Qin did not kill her directly under the influence of the heroine's halo, but only punished her to do hard labor in the cold palace next to the forbidden area. She originally wanted Mu Wanwan, the unlucky one, to suffer for her, but she never expected that her cheap sister, who was usually so frightened, would change her temper.

Qingye was also abandoned, and she didn't get any benefit from Mu Wanwan at that time. In addition, Fu Liu and Hong Ye were hostile to her. She was just a first-level water maid and had no support at all.

From the time she was punished to now, she had really lived a hard life.

"Hey! Bai Shuiyao, what are you daydreaming about?" A burly middle-aged housekeeper put her hands on her hips and whipped her gray clothes with a whip, knocking the bucket she was holding over.

"Ah, Mother Zou, I was wrong." Bai Shuiyao was hit and burst into tears, begging for mercy.

Men are the only ones who fall for this trick. Women, especially middle-aged stewards like Zou Mama, who has a twisted personality and is jealous of young girls, hate Bai Shuiyao. She not only did not stop whipping her, but also whipped her, saying with a murderous look on her face, "You have been fetching water for a long time. Are you dead? Don't you want to eat dinner?"

Bai Shuiyao could only hold back her tears, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of resentment.

She hated the steward Zou in front of her, who thought about how to kill her every day. On the other hand, she hated Mu Wanwan who did not replace her.

Why did she have to show herself as a maid when she was outside since she was a child? If her mother had not died early, how could there be the story of Mu Wanwan and her daughter? Mu Wanwan originally owed her. Not only had she occupied the position of the eldest lady of the Mu family for so many years, but now that the Mu family had fallen and she no longer had her father to support her, Mu Wanwan had come to dominate her. It really made her angry.

When she thought of how Mu Wanwan must be living a rich and prosperous life as the wife of a king, she was furious. Bai Shuiyao worked with tears in her eyes, imagining a hundred ways for Mu Wanwan to die in her mind. She had completely forgotten how she had disliked Mr. Long in the past, and how she had eaten and slept well at Qingye's place, while Mu Wanwan had to eat porridge and sleep on the table every day.

When she finally finished her work, Mu Wanwan had died a hundred times in Bai Shuiyao's heart.

It was getting dark, and this group of hardworking maids had a brief period of free movement and rest.

Bai Shuiyao saw that the housekeepers were all talking together, and the other hardworking maids didn't notice her, so she quietly looked out of the yard.

She had noticed in the past few days that at this time every night, there would be a few young men dressed as guards carrying food boxes or other things passing in front of their cold palace, and then open the barrier of the forbidden area and enter the forbidden area, and then come out of the forbidden area the next day to take over from the other guards.

Bai Shuiyao didn't actually know what secrets were in the forbidden area, but she only knew that she was just doing some odd jobs every day and was miserable. She had overheard a conversation between a few housekeepers before. The weakest of the guards who could enter and leave the forbidden area were only at level three, approaching level four.

If she could hook up with one of them, then it would be easy for her to leave the cold palace. If she could use that man to climb up and hook up with Lord Ao Qin, then wouldn't it be easy for her to kill Mu Wanwan?

Bai Shuiyao's plan went according to plan, and her beautiful face became even brighter and more attractive.

But before she could even go out and talk to the guards, she was slapped in the face by the housekeeper, "What are you looking at, you slut? Do you think that the Dragon Clan guards are yours? Go to work!"

Bai Shuiyao felt wronged and unwilling. With a red slap mark on her face, she didn't dare to confront Mother Zou, and continued to work with great frustration.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "I! Don't! Want! To! Sleep! Separate! From! My! Husband!!"