"Third brother, I'm afraid you plan to be a monk in your life. Yu Wenqing teased.

Yu Wenqi just smiled and said, "If the person you marry is not the one you want, then what's the use of this marriage." His tone was as light as a breeze, but his phoenix eyes contained an unwavering luster like a rock.

His marriage can only be controlled by himself, he doesn't want to be like his mother, as soon as he enters the deep palace, he sees the group of concubines of the people he loves deeply, and he stays in the cold cage wall all day long.

He still can't forget the way his mother waited for his father's favor every day, and he couldn't forget the sad and sad eyes of his mother when his father put her aside to pamper other concubines.

Therefore, he must never become a person like his father, as long as he marries one person in his life, he is willing to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated.

Yu Wenqing held her chin and looked at her third brother cutely, sometimes she felt that some of the third brother's quirks she didn't like very much, but sometimes she felt that some of the third brother's ideas were very novel and peculiar, breaking the confinement of traditional prisons, his third brother was like a man like the wind, the wind was as free, and she especially admired such a third brother.

But they are the children of the royal family, and how can they control the major events of their lives.

Yu Wenche can't understand Yu Wenqi's thoughts, maybe because of his age, his thinking is not as mature as Yu Wenqi, in Yu Wenche's cognition, whether it is a wife or a concubine, but it is all used to pass on the ancestry, as long as you look at the past, it doesn't matter who it is. As long as it was something his mother liked, he accepted it.

The three of them didn't know that the homely conversations between them were all clearly heard by the people and cats on the eaves.

A large camphor tree grew in the back of the drunken immortal building, and the dense branches and leaves of the camphor tree grew wildly towards the surroundings. There are a few thick camphor branches passing through the eaves of the drunken fairy building, adding a little coolness to the drunken fairy building in the hot summer.

Momoori leaned behind a branch, nibbling on the red plum fruit in her hand, and chirping and chirping to eat. The spot beside her also learned from her to hold a red plum and gnaw.

"Unexpectedly, the girl who bought my flowers today turned out to be Yu Wenche's sister Yu Wenqing. Momoori said as she ate, and she rolled up her cuffs, revealing her white arms inside, and many mosquitoes around the branches and leaves made noise around her.

With a wave of Momoori's spell, all the mosquitoes around him turned into corpses and fell one by one.

Flower Spotted also leaned on the branch like Momoori, holding the fruit in both paws, and said lazily: "It doesn't matter who she is, it will become a mile if you buy flowers and give money." ”

"I heard that Yu Wenche's mother Concubine Yun Guifei came to the princess of Nanjing from the Chen Kingdom in the north, no wonder I saw that Yu Wenqing's appearance was exotic, and I thought it was her mother concubine. Momoori said.

"No matter what she looks like, in this meow's heart, little ancestor, your appearance is unmatched. Spotted squinted, and the thief skimmed Momoori.

Momoori glanced at it expressionlessly, and said, "What's the matter, this little mouth looks like it's smeared with honey." ”

Huaban said with a well-behaved face: "How can there be, is Ben Meow telling the truth?" ”

After eating the plum fruit, Momoori threw the kernel into the soil near the camphor tree and asked, "Xiaohua, you say, will a plum tree grow here in the future?"

"As long as no one cuts it down, it will be eaten in a few years. Spotted said very firmly.

Momoori suddenly remembered the peach tree in her mother's backyard when she was a child, and her eyes instantly darkened. I still remember that when the young peach tree was fruiting, she also buried the pit in the surrounding soil after eating, and asked her mother: "Mother, you said, if I bury the pit in the soil, will it grow back into the peach tree?" ”

Her mother gently touched her little head, and said with a faint smile on her face: "Of course, these peach trees were planted by my father and mother." ”

"Great, mother, then I want to plant a lot of peach trees, and put the whole ...... The entire Bailing Mountain is planted with peach trees. The young Momoori said in a milky voice, and her fat little hands were still gesturing and gesturing in the air.