Mr. Long slowly extended a trace of his consciousness, shyly circled the bright red wedding quilt, and gradually wrapped around the corner of Mu Wanwan's clothes.

She was wearing a light blue gown with cotton cuffs today, probably because it was colder outside.

His consciousness followed the hem of her clothes and slowly reached her cheeks -

she was a little whiter than when he saw her before, but also a little thinner, and her eye sockets were a little dark, probably because she was tired of taking care of him. An inexplicable sourness rose in his heart, and Mr. Long's consciousness gently brushed Mu Wanwan's eyelashes, like an invisible wind, gently caressing.

She lowered her head, as if she was making a purse.

The light was warm, and although it was revealing his consciousness, Mr. Long also felt more at ease than ever before.

It was great that she was still by his side.

Her eyelashes were still curved, not very long, but the curve made Long's heart itch.

Mr. Long relaxed a little, and then he felt that his body seemed a little different from before -

his right arm moved slightly, and he touched the soft fabric, which was cottony and very soft.

His heart was bulging, probably because he was in a happy mood, and Mr. Long's pair of white ears exposed outside were also shaking slightly.

Although his meridians were very painful, Mr. Long was still reluctant to withdraw his consciousness, and just watched her quietly embroidering the purse. What she embroidered was a bit abstract, and he actually didn't quite understand it -

two ugly things embroidered with golden threads that looked like horns, and next to the horns there were two things with pointed tips embroidered with white threads.

Mr. Long didn't realize that Mu Wanwan had actually discovered his little secret, and he just watched her embroidering the purse with trembling ears. After watching for a while, he saw that she had finally finished, and he tensed up a bit nervously, and his fingertips unconsciously touched the underwear that his wife had just changed for him.

Although his tail was still bare, he was no longer a fruit dragon after all.

Moreover, he just discovered that there was only a quilt on the bed. Does this mean that she has actually been sleeping with him these days?

Mr. Long felt a little hot in his chest. Was it a side effect of losing his precious blood before?

-- Wanwan had no idea that Long had escaped from danger and regained consciousness. She just finished embroidering the last stitch, then carefully gathered the thread and hid the thread ends. Then she took the finished purse and compared it with Mr. Long's horns.

Although her craftsmanship needs to be improved, the broken horns and the ears should still be very similar.

"Mr. Long, if I take this purse out to sell, I will definitely not be able to sell it." She couldn't help laughing, "I'll keep it for myself."

Mu Wanwan pulled out a few silver coins and copper coins and stuffed them all into the dark blue purse. She touched the two white fur ears embroidered on it and her hands felt a little itchy.

She wanted to touch Mr. Long's ears again.

But Mu Wanwan still restrained herself. Even if Mr. Long's ears were furry, she would lose the hair if she plucked them more than ten times a day, right?

Carefully placing the purse next to the pillow and checking whether the door was locked, Mu Wanwan prepared to go to bed.

She turned off most of the lights in the room, leaving only one oil lamp that was almost out of oil.

The room darkened and the only sound in silence was the sound of her taking off her coat.

Mr. Long was a little nervous. Although he had slept with his wife several times, he still couldn't adapt to this kind of couple life.

The light was ambiguous, and he was still her husband in name only.

When Mu Wanwan opened the quilt with a cool hand, Mr. Long had already started to feel hot.

Mu Wanwan lay on the soft bed for the first time in a long time, and felt that her whole body was weak. She had not slept for four consecutive nights. If it were in the past, it would have simply exceeded the limit of the human body.

Even though she was a monk now, it was a bit unbearable to stay awake for such a long time.

She started to feel sleepy almost as soon as she lay down in the warm quilt covered by Mr. Long.

After finding a position where she wouldn't touch him but could stretch her body, Mu Wanwan lay down and was about to sleep, but she accidentally glanced at Mr. Long. She saw his white ears shaking constantly, and the long fine hairs on them looked particularly furry under the light.

Was Mr. Long shaking his ears reflexively because he was in so much pain?

Although she guessed that Mr. Long was shaking his ears because of pain, which was a bit cruel, Mu Wanwan felt a little itchy in her heart. She endured it again and again, and decided to touch him one last time.

"Mr. Long, can I touch your ears?" Before taking action, Mu Wanwan bullied the plant dragon as usual, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

But this time, Mr. Long was awake.

He was a little confused when he heard what she said, and he didn't even react to what she meant by "ears".

But when her soft fingertips with a little coolness touched his pair of furry ears that were once ridiculed, the whole dragon stiffened.

A tingling feeling spread all the way from the ears of his underwear, and Mr. Long's face turned red almost immediately.

He, he, his ears, which he had never shown since he became an adult, why did they suddenly appear! Also, could it be that the ugly things she just embroidered on her purse were his horns and ears?

These two questions just popped up in Mr. Long's mind, and before he had time to think about it carefully, he felt numb all over by the touch from his ears.

Not only did she touch him, she also pinched him, and she touched from the tip of his ear all the way down to the base...

It was itchy, numb, and very stimulating.

As a result, Mr. Long

's ears, which were too underwear, trembled even more violently. Mu Wanwan touched him twice, and then she felt something was wrong in her hand, so she quickly let go of her hand. At a glance, Mr. Long's entire face was flushed, even the tip of his ear was red, and it was shaking, as if he was very uncomfortable.

She was a little panicked, after all, this didn't happen when she kneaded Long before.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Long, did I hurt you?" Mu Wanwan didn't dare to touch his ears again, but hurriedly got off the bed, picked a fruit of the Green Star Grass, cut the skin, and tremblingly wanted him to drink it.

Before Mr. Long could recover from the blow of his ear being discovered, he was stuffed with a mouthful of unpalatable green star grass juice.

The bitter juice slid into his body that lacked spiritual power and was almost completely scraped away by his meridians in a moment, leaving only a slightly bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that his face looked better. She threw away the fruit peel and lay down properly. She didn't dare to touch his ears again and whispered, "Good night, Mr. Long."

She covered him with the quilt, closed her eyes, and soon fell into a long-lost sweet dream.

However, a certain dragon was still in shock from having its ears rubbed, and it took a long time to recover.

She actually didn't think he was deformed, and judging from her attitude just now, she even liked his ears. Mr. Dragon couldn't explain the feeling in his heart -

the ears of other dragons were different from his. He was hatched in the sea near the abyss where there were no dragons. When he was still a little dragon, there were no similar ones around him, and he even thought he was a monster.

However, whenever he wanted to get close to the abyss, he would be bitten by the monsters. Only a very good monster would protect him.

He thought that was his father.

Although that monster didn't have furry white ears or a tail.

But when he just grew into a one-meter-long little dragon, the monster disappeared.

He was nearly bitten to death and escaped like a wolf. Later, he realized that he was a dragon.

When he arrived at the dragon's territory with wounds all over his body, he was judged as a bastard because of his ears, which could not be hidden even when he turned into a human form and were different from other dragons.

The dragons were not soft-hearted, let alone sympathetic. Different is different, and heretics are heretics.

Mr. Long endured the pain in his meridians and slowly retracted his ears.

He didn't know if Mu Wanwan had seen other dragons before. If she knew, and knew that the prototypes of other dragons did not have ears like his, would she think he was deformed?

But it doesn't matter, Mr. Long deceived himself into thinking that as long as he closed his ears and she couldn't see him, he would be normal, a dragon like other dragons.

The uneasiness in his heart gradually grew. Mr. Long listened to Mu Wanwan's steady breathing in his ear, and couldn't help but slowly stretched out his hand in her direction. It wasn't

until he touched her palm, forced her to interlock her fingers with his, and felt her warmth, that he felt a little more at ease.

This evil dragon actually thought darkly that she had married him in public, and her life had been marked by his mark. When he got better, if she wanted to leave, he would lock her up and let her be with him forever.

Then, let her become his real wife.

Dragons are greedy, and so is he. At first, he was just grateful for her kindness to him, but gradually, he was not satisfied with this little warmth. Under her continuous efforts, he became more and more greedy, and wanted more and more.

Mr. Long thought, a little self-deprecating -

she thought he was unconscious, and thought he was not conscious. She might just take care of him out of sympathy and some other reasons. Maybe she didn't have too many feelings for him.

But he, he has been sinking deeper and deeper.

...

...

When Mu Wanwan woke up the next day, she felt as if her hand was held by a ball of fire. She opened her eyes and found embarrassedly that she had taken advantage of Mr. Long's hand again. She let go of his hand embarrassedly, sat up, and glanced at Mr. Long unconsciously.

At this glance, she felt that she might have gotten up in the wrong way.

Where are the ears? Where are the furry ears?

She closed her eyes and opened them again. Mr. Long's head was still bald, with nothing on it.

The pair of white ears from the previous few days seemed to be an illusion to her, and they had never existed at all.

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, and then she knelt on the bed anxiously, carefully searching through Mr. Long's long hair for several times. She

really couldn't find the ears.

She felt a little neurasthenic, so could it be that the previous few days were just an illusion because she hadn't seen plush things for too long?

But it didn't feel fake at all.

It took her more than ten minutes to recover from the shock of losing her furry fur. She picked up the purse beside her pillow, touched the ugly white ears embroidered on it with regret, counted the money inside, sighed, and put it in her arms.

She washed up, made breakfast, and when she packed her things and prepared to leave, it was not very late outside, around seven or eight o'clock. But the sky was a little gloomy, as if it was going to rain.

Mu Wanwan thought about it and decided to take the broken umbrella with her. If she could go to the market today, she would definitely buy a new umbrella, and it would be better if she also bought a raincoat to make it convenient for work.

"Mr. Long, I'm going out." Mu Wanwan glanced at the few ginsengs left and a piece of Baizhen fruit left, and frowned. There were no life-saving spiritual plants at home. Now that she had reached the second level, she wanted to try to get some more valuable seeds from her uncle.

After closing the gate, Mu Wanwan walked out with the backpack on her back.

This time, she followed her memory and walked to the place where she had met Hongye several times before, but there was no one there. She

walked forward tentatively for a while. In front of the palace where she and Mr. Long lived, there was a slightly remote place for servants to live.

Since no one was waiting for her here, she would go find them.

When Mu Wanwan walked to the side hall, she happened to see Fu Liu walking out with an unhappy face.

She also saw Mu Wanwan, a flash of surprise flashed across her eyes, and she bowed slightly to her, which was considered a greeting.

Mu Wanwan knew that it was actually very impolite for her to do so. After all, Mr. Long was still the nominal monarch of the Dragon Territory, and she was considered the monarch's wife. But now the situation was stronger than people, and it was good enough that they were still alive.

Mu Wanwan didn't know that Ao Qin didn't kill Mr. Long because he couldn't get the treasure that opened the core of the forbidden area because of Mr. Long's horn. She thought Ao Qin did it for face and because he was a pervert.

So she was actually very worried that Ao Qin would abuse them one day when he was in a bad mood. Fortunately, none of this happened for the time being.

Therefore, even if the maids were very disrespectful to her, she would not feel dissatisfied.

"Why did the madam come out?" Fu Liu looked Mu Wanwan up and down, feeling a little surprised. Why did she feel that the madam in front of her was a little different from the one she had seen more than half a month ago?

The eyes of this madam were brighter, her appearance had not changed much, and the clothes she wore were still very simple. The light blue clothes were a little white after being washed, and it was obviously an old dress she brought before getting married. On her back was a large backpack with a few rotten copper coins in it, which was filled with some vegetables, and on top of it was a small cloth bag, which looked like it should contain some handkerchiefs, purses and other things.

Hongye told her last time that this madam bought a lot of scraps of cloth.

Moreover, this lady gave her a very comfortable feeling. Could it be because her strength had improved?

Generally speaking, the stronger one's strength, the more mysterious one felt, and the temperament would change accordingly.

Thinking of this, Fu Liu softened his voice, "Madam, are you going to the market?"

Mu Wanwan nodded at her, "I calculated the time, I should be able to go out."

Fu Liu glanced at her back, "Madam, are you going to sell vegetables this time?"

Mu Wanwan nodded without denying.

Fu Liu felt that her life as a lady was much worse than hers. She didn't know why, but she felt very refreshed. "Oh, selling vegetables only makes a few copper coins. I remember that you are a first-class monk after all. How come you can only grow vegetables?"

Mu Wanwan kept smiling. She didn't want to pay attention to her in her heart. She just said, "Can I go out today?"

Fu Liu looked at her mockingly for a few times, then called to the yard, "Hongye, are you done? Come here."

"Okay." The sound of chaotic footsteps was heard, and Hongye quickly came out of the yard, but there was still a little smelly blood on her hands, stained with a few black and white feathers, and no one knew what she was doing just now.

"Ah, Madam is here too." Hongye smiled at Mu Wanwan.

"Stop smiling like a fool. Check the record. Can Madam go out today?" Fu Liu said impatiently.

Hongye waved her hand and said, "I remember the date. Madam can go out tomorrow."

Mu Wanwan nodded and said, "Then I'll come back tomorrow morning."

She turned around and was about to leave, but she ran into a guard holding a basket coming out from the side. At first glance, the basket was full of black and white fur balls, with a pungent smell of blood, and blood was dripping from the bottom of the basket. Mu Wanwan

had a bad feeling in her heart and saw the guard bow to her.

Mu Wanwan nodded at him, and when they passed by each other, she saw clearly what was in the basket -

a pile of hair balls in a miserable state of death, with black and white feathers and tender yellow beaks.

No, there is still one that is not dead!

She saw its little wings moving slightly.

Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat, and when she came to her senses, she had already stopped the guard.

"What's wrong, Madam?" Fu Liu noticed her movements and walked up to ask.

"Fu Liu, what's in this basket?" Mu Wanwan pretended to be a little embarrassed, "Is it a chick? Can I eat it?"

"Chicken?" Fu Liu was stunned at first, and then couldn't help laughing, and even Hongye and the guard laughed out loud.

"Why are they chicks? They are a kind of titmouse outside our forbidden area. Maybe because there is more spiritual power in the forbidden area, they grow bigger than those outside. They are also a bit spiritual and very fierce." Hongye is a straightforward person. "This time, I heard that when Master Aoxue went to the forbidden area, he wanted to eat fruit, but he was chased and bitten by them, and he killed a lot of them in anger."

"The masters look down on these tits with low spiritual power and little meat, but we servants got quite a few."

Fu Liu was amused by this ignorant lady. Seeing her thinner face, perhaps out of sympathy, she said casually, "Madam, are you hungry for meat? That's right, our courtyard got more than a dozen tits, I'll give one to you, madam, to eat, haha."

Mu Wanwan thought to himself, I'm waiting for you to say this, and immediately showed a happy expression, "Then I thank Fu Liu very much, it's been a long time since I had meat."

Fu Liu raised his chin proudly, "Hongye, go and give the one you just plucked the feathers to the madam."

Mu Wanwan shook his head, "Fu Liu, I wonder if I can pick one from this box myself?"

"Hmm?" Fu Liu was a little surprised.

Mu Wanwan explained hurriedly, "I want to pluck the hair, wash it and make a small decorative item."

"Oh." Fu Liu didn't think it was a big deal and nodded to the guard, "Then Madam, take your time to choose. I'll go and get busy first."

Mu Wanwan smiled at her gratefully, and in the eyes of Hongye and the guard, she took the thin chick that she had just seen, which was still breathing, in her hand without any gentleness, and even deliberately pinched its tender yellow beak, "Then I'll go back first."

"Madam, I'll wait for you here tomorrow." Hongye said, and looked at Mu Wanwan's back as she left in a hurry, and smiled with the guard.

The guard looked at her thin back and shook his head, "It's so pitiful. She can't even get meat to eat after marrying our disabled monarch."

Hongye also nodded in approval and put away her smile, "Same as my sister-in-law. Oh, that's not right. After all, my sister-in-law is still very free. Thanks to Lord Ao Qin's kindness, she also received a compensation."

And although her brother has lost his cultivation now, he seems to have sobered up recently and has come to terms with it. He gave all the savings he had hidden before to her sister-in-law, and he was sulking like a dog at home every day. Speaking of which, this lady is the leader's wife and the monarch's wife in name, but in reality... She lives worse than the servants like them.

Just a mouthful of meat made her so anxious.

Hongye stopped thinking about Mu Wanwan and walked back to the yard. She still had a lot of hair to pluck.

...

As soon as Mu Wanwan left the sight of the crowd, she immediately changed her posture, holding the Shouqiu in her hands, feeling the blood constantly flowing from its small wings, and quickened her pace back to the palace.

"Chiu..."

As soon as she entered the yard and locked the door, she heard the ball of hair in her hand call softly, very weakly.

Mu Wanwan hurried into the room, took Mr. Long's elixir, and simply treated Shouqiu's wounds -

starting from the tail of the left wing, it was cut by a sharp object all the way, half of the wing was broken, and the black and white hair was all red blood.

Mu Wanwan was almost heartbroken. What kind of devil was that dragon named Aoxue?

He had the heart to kill such a cute ball of fur, and he killed so many of them at once. The reason was actually to eat fruit.

After she finished treating the little fur ball and applied some of Mr. Dragon's ointment, she carefully wrapped some cloth around Shouju's wings and tied a knot. After thinking about it, she took a thin thread to tie up Shouju's paws. She

heard that this kind of fur ball has a very fierce temper. She wanted to wait until its wound healed before sending it away.

Mu Wanwan carefully combed Shouju's fur and said distressedly, "I'm sorry, there is no way to save your friends."

When she saw those Shouju, some were cut in half. Only this one was lucky.

She thought she wouldn't get any response, but unexpectedly, after she finished speaking, the fur ball in her hand raised its other uninjured little wing, gently rubbed her palm, and made a weak chirping sound.

It's just too heartbreaking qwqMu

Wanwan suddenly felt that losing Mr. Long's furry ears didn't matter. She picked up a fur ball now. In the future, she would raise the skinny Chu to be fat.

If it wants to leave, she will let it go.

With a smile on her cheek, Mu Wanwan gently touched the fur ball's head, "Little cutie, we have to live a good life in the future."

The author has something to say: Mu Wanwan: "Although I lost Mr. Long's furry ears, I have Chu to pet."

Mr. Long: "????"