Chapter 572

To be fair, even long Yutian, whom she has been waiting for, is perfect and can't pick out any flaws in him.

But the more noble a man is, the less he belongs to any woman.

As Tuo Ba Sheng said, he can only love her forever, but he can't escape the three thousand beauties in the harem.

Now, long Yutian naturally won't say that even Xiao Si, as a prince, will have wives and concubines in groups.

Ordinary people want to be rich, even want to enter the palace.

But do not know, this kind of ordinary life, peaceful enjoyment, is full and sweet, but it is beyond Royal reach!

Think of here, Qian Duoduo can't help but secretly look at the side of long Muchen, biting the appearance of labial petal, seem to have some uneasiness.

At this time, long Muchen is also focusing on her eyes. When he sees the little girl's eyes and an old couple opposite, his eyes are covered with mist. He holds Qian Duoduo's hand tightly, and his deep black eyes are full of tenderness as always.

"If I can take off the heavy responsibility on my shoulders one day, I will open a small tea shop in a thatched cottage, or a snack bar, take my only wife, and integrate into this ordinary and happy life. I will chat with these people during the day and watch the children at night."

Speaking of this, longmuchen deliberately pause, eyes constantly focused, contains infinite meaning, word by word, clear to the bone.

"I only want to get one heart, and the white heads will never be apart."

Qian Duoduo didn't speak. He just looked at long Muchen's thin lips lightly. His small hand, which he held tightly in the palm of his hand, wriggled twice, and grasped his big palm with his backhand.

Long Yintian stood behind them and looked at the little movements between them. He moved his body slightly and blocked the third brother's sight.

In the world of duo'er and fourteenth uncle, there is only each other forever. He can only stand far away, and it seems that he can't even find his own position.

Just when long Yintian was a little sad, an old man in coarse cloth and hemp clothes came running in front of him, holding a big porcelain bowl in his hand and standing on the stall.

"Ping'er, give me a bowl of bean curd."

Ping'er is an old lady's maiden name. It's always strange to be called by another man besides her husband.

But look at the old couple's face, there is nothing unnatural, especially old buzz, also personally help old man coarse cloth filled a bowl of tofu.

Looking at the coppers handed over by the old man, the old man waved his hand and said carelessly: "it's decades of old friendship, don't come to this empty, you robbed my wife when you were young, and when you came to my house, I didn't see you like this. I'm old enough to know you're polite."

It's the enemy of love! Long Yintian stretches his head. He likes to watch it!

The old man scratched his head awkwardly, and then took out a hairpin from his sleeve: "Ping'er's birthday will be in two days. I think there's nothing to give her. Just now, I saw this hairpin at the stall, and it's a gift for Ping'er."

"How interesting that is." Pinger's mother-in-law politely refused.

"What's wrong with him? He ate so many bowls of tofu, what's wrong with a hairpin." The old man snatched the hairpin and carefully inserted it on the old woman's head.

The style of hairpin is very simple, and the workmanship is also very rough, but on Ping'er's head, which is full of white hair, she has a unique aesthetic feeling after years of precipitation.

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