Finally, Mu Wanwan rubbed Maoju and Long together. I don't know what kind of tit Maoju is, but it seems to like water very much. It chirped and flapped its wings in the wooden barrel happily.

Because she had to take care of it, Mu Wanwan didn't brush Mr. Long's scales. After completing a simple cleaning, she let Long soak in the barrel by himself. She wiped Maoju dry with a towel and stuffed it into its own small bed.

In order to prevent Mengmeng from running around, Mu Wanwan tied up its paws this time.

"Chiu~!" Mengmeng cried half excitedly, and lay comfortably on the small mat. It turned into a fragrant little Chiu again, which was a cause for celebration.

Mu Wanwan rubbed her sore shoulders, sighed, and walked to the wooden barrel, ready to get Long out.

She took a large towel and wiped Mr. Long's hair first, until it was half dry. The water in the wooden barrel was also a little cool. Mu Wanwan put away the mattress on the bed and laid a large towel prepared earlier.

It was more difficult to get the plant dragon out than to get it in. With the help of the "unconscious" Mr. Long, Mu Wanwan still carried him out smoothly.

She held his waist and moved to the bed with difficulty. Because of his height, his tail inevitably dragged on the ground.

But Mr. Long didn't feel anything. He now felt that the only feeling on his body was his wife's back and his waist being held by her.

It was still that tingling and numb feeling.

"It's so heavy..." Mu Wanwan was holding Long, and she felt that her waist was about to break. She moved to the bed in small steps, and her body was soaked by Long.

Mr. Long heard her soft breathing in his ear, and the whole dragon was a little bit overwhelmed.

But he seemed to be too heavy, and his wife looked very tired.

Mr. Long was a little reluctant, so he secretly cast a spell on himself. Mu Wanwan never

thought that the dragon in her arms suddenly became much lighter, and she still maintained her previous strength. In addition, there was a lot of water on the ground, and she couldn't control herself all of a sudden, and fell on the bed with the dragon.

Mr. Long's back hit the jade bed with a "bang".

But he had thick skin and didn't feel any pain. He only felt her body temperature, soft and pressing against him through her half-wet clothes.

Mu Wanwan lay on Mr. Long's chest with her cheek touching his skin directly. Because she had been holding his waist before, her whole body was pressed against him.

Mr. Long felt what he should and shouldn't feel. Mr.

Long's face turned red all of a sudden.

He didn't dare to move at all, for fear that he would do something bad.

Mr. Long was almost done, and Mu Wanwan didn't feel very well either.

Her hand was hurt a little from being hit, her thigh was against his tail, his scales were very hard, and the sudden slip just now made her feel that her legs were rubbed unconscious.

She hurriedly climbed up from Mr. Long, her hands supporting his abdominal muscles, not caring about the fact that they were alone and unattached, and crawled to the side to gasp in pain.

Mr. Long listened to her gasps of pain and came back to his senses from the indescribable touch. He released his consciousness and saw her hanging her head, shaking her red hands and touching her scratched clothes, and he felt guilty all of a sudden.

Although he didn't mean to do it, it did hurt her.

Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, and he felt extremely guilty -

he should have been more careful.

Mu Wanwan didn't think too much about it. After the pain subsided for a while, she felt better. She rubbed the dragon dry and started to clean up. She was busy for a long time before she finished all the things.

...

The weather was pretty good for the next two days. Although the temperature dropped, it was fortunate that it didn't snow. Mu Wanwan counted the days and went out with the spiritual plants and embroidery she had saved over the past ten days.

She left very early. The sky was gray and there was no one guarding outside the palace.

Mu Wanwan found the side hall where the servants lived and found Hongye.

She was a little different from the last time she followed Fu Liu. There was some dark circles under her eyes, but she looked more energetic.

Seeing Mu Wanwan coming over, Hongye hesitated to speak, winked at her, and trotted over to lead the ox cart.

Mu Wanwan guessed that she had something to say, and waited until the ox cart left the mansion's barrier and reached a place with few people on the road before Hongye spoke mysteriously.

"Madam, did you do it?"

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, and her heart moved. She guessed that what she was going to say must be related to Fu Liu's misconduct last time, but she didn't show it on her face, and only said, "What?"

Hongye said, "Last time we went to deliver your monthly allowance, Fu Liu was not normal after we came back."

"She actually ran to the edge of the forbidden area and waited for Lord Aoxue to come back from training, and spread the news that Lord Aoxue was a pretty boy from the Qinglong clan, with no real strength, and that he got the chance to train in the forbidden area because he had an affair with Lord Ao Qin."

"Lord Aoxue has a bad temper. He turned into a dragon and swallowed people on the spot."

Hongye shuddered as she spoke, "Too cruel. It happened yesterday."

Mu Wanwan felt a little nervous when she heard this. She was wondering why the weather was good yesterday, but it suddenly darkened and rained in the evening. It turned out that it was not a shower, but someone turned into a dragon.

Many thoughts flashed through her mind. Mu Wanwan said with fear, "Swallowed him directly? That's too cruel. Did Fu Liu offend someone and was oppressed?"

Hongye listened to her tone and believed that it was not Mu Wanwan who did it. After all, she could feel that this lady was really useless. If she really had the ability to drive people, she would not have been bullied by Bai Shuiyao before, nor would she have been bullied by Fu Liu for so long.

I'm afraid...

Fu Liu was really murdered.

"Maybe." Hongye told Mu Wanwan some more about what happened to Fu Liu. The two talked all the way and soon arrived at the market.

After bidding farewell to Hongye who was going to feed the cows as usual, Mu Wanwan paid the entrance fee and went straight to Zong Shu's shop.

The door of the shop was half open, and Zong Shu was waiting in the shop. Even Yun'er was wearing thick clothes and taking a nap behind the counter.

"Girl, here she comes." Zong Shu smiled and pushed his companion beside him, "Yun'er, the girl is here."

Hearing his voice, Aunt Yun also opened her eyes, smiled and greeted Mu Wanwan, and Zong Shu stood up from behind the counter and closed the door of the shop.

"Uncle Zong, Aunt Yun." Mu Wanwan guessed that they were waiting for her, so she put down the backpack and took out the second-level Green Star Grass and Hundred Treasure Fruits without any hesitation.

"Good, good!"

Uncle Zong looked a little excited, and said several good words, his eyes full of gratitude.

Mu Wanwan touched the veil, "Uncle Zong, you see..."

Uncle Zong laughed, "Of course I won't let you down."

"But girl, uncle has something to tell you." Uncle Zong's face became solemn, "Didn't I tell you before that I was going to attend the auction?"

The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "I hurt her QAQ"