Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Because nothing happened, Mu Xier lived in the nine-Yang dynasty residence for nearly half a year, the world was peaceful, nothing happened.

The position of Du Jiusheng in the middle of the DPRK gradually stabilized, and the emperor trusted him very much. He soon became a prince.

However, his prince is not late, and there is always a rumor in the palace. The prince is obsessed with the princess of the Western Region and wants to seal her as a prince.

Hearing such rumors, Luo Ding also feels normal.

After all, she seems to have not seen the transition for a long time.

He didn't go to see her. He came back occasionally, but he was also silent.

Some people don't know why, they are very familiar, but they walk away and are scattered.

This is probably the most fascinating time for her, because she even persuaded herself in her heart: As long as she can live together for a lifetime, how about more than one child?

No matter how hypnotized she is, she can't do it after all.

He once said to her, one mountain and one river, paying one person.

Nowadays, it is already a glimpse of the sky and the sea.

Mu Muer seems to like puppets very much. From time to time, the butler will go to the street to buy some, and he used to engrave some gadgets.

Du Jiusheng seems to have been infected by her, and for a while she also carved a puppet.

Hearing people said that he often saw the lights in his study light, but he was not reviewing the memorial, but carving the wood.

He has been a careful person, but he still often breaks his fingers.

When Mu Muer heard it, he went to give him medicine. He still did not forget to laugh at him. "I like these little things. I don't have to learn from my Royal Highness! I know that your mind is good, you will read the good." ......"

"Yeah." He faintly screamed, still carefully carving the puppet in his hand.

If such a dialogue is heard from other people, she will not believe it.

But this sentence is when she wants to give medicine to Du Jiusheng, I heard it.

What kind of feeling is that...

It’s about the heart’s squeaking and slowing down half a beat. The terrible thing is that I don’t know if it suddenly stops.

At that time, there was a kind of delusion in her mind, and that was... it might be better to stop.

The days passed by, and Du Jiusheng did not give Muxi children a name, but did not seal her as a Prince.

It is probably too much to suppress the days in Fuchu. She often likes to dress up as a man to go out to listen to the drama.

Sometimes I feel that listening to the drama is a very time-consuming thing. With a pot of tea and a snack, she can sit in the theater for a day.

Listen to the stories in the play and listen to their joys and sorrows.

Every time I listened to it, Luo Ding always whispered to himself: "This story is not as good as the one that I have encountered."

One day, a white boy responded to her words.

"So what is the story of the son, can you tell me?"

Luo dusted a slight dagger, and a face like Guan Yu appeared in front of her.

The juvenile's eyebrows are beautiful, just like coming out of the picture, the white clothes fluttering, and the folding fan flicks.

There is a kind of faint thought on his body, such as pen and ink, such as grass, and it is as fresh after the spring rain.

"you are……"

"Xiaosheng Muqing."

This is the first time he has seen Mu Qing. I don’t know why there is a feeling of seeing it.

His family lives in the west of the city, his parents are merchants, and he is also a small family. He has only one son in his family, and his parents love it very much.

He has always liked to listen to stories since he was a child. When he was a child, he heard that the writers told stories. When he grew up, he listened to the story.

Perhaps bigger is now, I like to come to the garden to listen to the drama, and sometimes I will go to the terrace.