Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 431 Maybe Recovery
Dr. Lin said that Murong Jiujiu's amnesia is mostly just a temporary amnesia, and it may take a few days to recover, maybe a few months, the longest, maybe a few years to recover.

But she will eventually recover and become the former Murong Jiujiu.

That Murong Jiujiu who can be cruel to anyone except Baili Yuhua.

Although Yuhua's voice was just unconscious, or she was used to slipping the tongue in the past, and she didn't remember it afterwards, but Feng Wushang still felt uncomfortable in her heart.

In Mingli.

That day with red makeup and candles, was she sleeping peacefully with Baili Yuhua like this?

But at that time, he was being driven out of Mingli by the troops sent by Baili Yuhua.

They used to love each other like that, but they didn't know how Baili Yuhua would feel if he saw Murong Jiujiu now, this Murong Jiujiu who didn't know him at all and only obeyed Feng Wushang's words?
He is looking forward to it!

He also wanted to let Baili Yuhua know that even if the peonies planted in his Mingli were brought to Xishan, they could still bloom.

Long night.

The lonely lamp is always bright.

On the second day, without a doubt, Murong Jiujiu fell asleep until the sun was high, and when he woke up, he sat on the bed blankly, looking at the blanket beside him that was pressed down.

"Mother?"

When Qingyan came in, Murong Jiujiu was in a daze.

Then she suddenly turned her head and said with a very strange expression: "Qingyan, last night, last night..."

"The head of the family stayed to take care of you personally last night," Qing Yan took over the conversation with a smile. The mistress she met for the first time was calm and sad, revealing a kind of indifference and aloofness.

The current mistress, with the same face, looks purely like a child.

Sure enough, after saying this, Murong blushed again in disbelief for a long time, "He, he slept with me?"

"Of course, the Patriarch and Mistress are husband and wife, why can't they live together?" Qing Yanjue took it for granted, thinking, no matter how the Patriarch treated Mistress in the past, the Patriarch should also have intentions for her.

Otherwise, as proud as the head of the house, how could it be possible to look after the mistress for a night.

"Then when did he leave?"

"The Patriarch left before dawn."

"Does he get up so early every day?"

"The head of the family has always been diligent."

"Then isn't he tired? He wakes up so early every day, 360 days a year?"

"Hey, how does the mistress know that there are 360 ​​and five days in a year?" Qing Yanjue was so fresh that no one seemed to have counted them carefully.

Murong Jiujiu frowned and turned his head around, "I don't know, I just know anyway."

Then he laughed heartlessly.

The two asked and answered in this way, while talking, Qingyan helped Murong Jiujiu get up, folded the quilt, cleaned her face, and prepared breakfast.

After eating, Murong Jiujiu began to sit on the chair at the door again, looking at the door all the time, she was waiting for Wushang, every time Wushang came, he came from that road.

"Hiss..."

A familiar, or perhaps sensitive voice came.

Xiaoqing climbed on the porch outside the door, looking pitiful, poking her head cautiously.

Murong Jiujiu was about to jump up reflexively, but was stopped by Qingyan's quick eyes and quick hands, "Mistress, don't be afraid, this Holy Spirit Snake is indeed your pet. According to legend, the Holy Spirit Snake and its owner are connected by blood and soul. Why not try to summon it again."

Such a holy spirit snake, what a pity to abandon it.

Murong recalled Feng Wushang's words last night for a long time, she felt that Feng Wushang would definitely not lie to her, since Wushang said that, she should not be wrong.

So she had to be bold, looked at Xiao Qing who was climbing on the corridor for a few seconds, and communicated with it attentively, and she discovered that this green snake was not as ferocious as imagined.

...Why don't I name it Xiaoqing, how about Xiaoqing?

At this time, a smiling voice suddenly echoed in Murong Jiujiu's mind, as if there were many people standing beside her, many people she was familiar with.

They gave her a very warm feeling.

But when she tried to recall carefully, she couldn't remember anything.

"...Xiao Qing."

After thinking up to this point, Murong Jiujiu gently called out Xiaoqing's name.

Xiaoqing seemed to have swept away the haze of the past few days, suddenly spitting out the letter happily, twisting the snake's body, the master recovered, the master finally recovered, and it finally didn't have to suffer outside in the cold.

It wants to sleep in the owner's bed.

With a stab, Xiaoqing's slender and sparkling snake body has turned into a blue spot, and he rushed up Murong Jiujiu's sleeve.

"what……"

Murong Jiujiu didn't recover his memory, he just read Xiaoqing's name, before he had time to recollect it, he saw the big green snake sprinting towards her 'ferociously'.

A scream.

As a result, everyone clearly saw that a blue snake body was thrown far away in a perfect arc, and finally fell into the thick snow with a thud.

Xiaoqing cried.

Master, what is wrong with you!

"What happened?"

Feng Wushang's voice sounded not far behind him.

Murong Jiujiu was aggrieved, turned around with teary eyes, and threw himself into Feng Wushang's arms when he saw Feng Wushang, crying, "Qingyan lied to me, saying that the big green snake would not hurt me... it scared me to death .”

Hearing this, Qingyan's face turned pale in a blink of an eye, with her as the leader, a group of servants behind her all knelt down on the ground in fear, as if the end was approaching.

"Slaves dare not deceive the mistress..."

"what is the problem?"

Feng Wushang hugged Murong Jiujiu, who was sobbing and crying, his complexion darkened.

Qingyan felt sweat on her forehead immediately, and told the whole story of what happened just now.

"So that's it. There is no need to rush this matter in the future. The snake has been taken care of by the mistress. When she is in a better mood, I will tell her personally," Feng Wushang's expression softened a little.

Seeing that the head of the family didn't blame him, everyone seemed to be pardoned.

"never mind."

Seeing Murong hugging his waist stubbornly for a long time, Feng Wushang's eyes flashed lightly, and then he smiled, that smile was actually warm, like a March flower, but no one dared to appreciate it.

"good……"

"Wushang, why didn't you say anything when you left?"

Murong Jiujiu clung to his shoulders and said sullenly.

"Look at your sweet sleep, how can you bear to disturb me," Feng Wushang said softly, like coaxing a child, and this softness, I'm afraid even he himself didn't notice it.

"Then you should be more cruel in the future, I don't want to wake up alone."

Murong Jiujiu still looked sullen.

"it is good."

Feng Wushang smiled and agreed, "Hurry up and let me go, even though you and I are husband and wife, you don't have to let the people in this courtyard look at us like that, right?"

Yes, everyone in the yard is watching them now.

Murong Jiujiu suddenly blushed, he didn't dare to get up, and almost hid his head in Feng Wushang's arms, "I've lost my life, I've lost my life..."

(End of this chapter)