What happened to the Prince of Zhenbei?
Even the Prince of Zhenbei has to stay home and take care of his children.
Huo Xiaolong really wanted to ask Miao Cuifang, "You did take care of me a lot when I was little, but is that your reason for leaving your child with me?" He also asked, "Sister Mantuo is the same. Sister Ruyi's almost one-year-old baby is also left with her."
It is euphemistically called...
"We need to clean the room, can you watch it for us for a while, Long'er?"
"Be good, I'll cook you something delicious when I get back."
"I'll bring you some jewelry when we get back from shopping, just look at it for a little while."
There are three children, and five people are looking after them.
Da Ni'er was fixated on the smaller one; she was really looking. The dark-skinned girl sat by the window with her child, her eyes fixed intently on Ruyi's newborn baby.
He would occasionally reach out and pinch it.
Jiang Tianxin led Liu Buhui in a wild run around the courtyard.
As for Siman, the little girl could play in a blacksmith's workshop for an entire afternoon, with Hou Xiangxiang accompanying her while she refined pills.
"I want to go out and play. I want to go up the mountain to collect folk songs like I did when I was a child."
Even if one person accompanies Huo Xiaolong, they still can't get out. What if something happens at home? What if Siman comes up with something else? She can cover it up. And if Liu Buhui can't keep an eye on those bugs, she can help clean up the mess.
Lan Tingche looked at the girl who, having nothing better to do at home, would climb trees all the time, and smiled slightly, saying...
"How about I take you out for a walk?"
The girl shook her head and said
"No, I have to stay home."
All the adults in the family are out today; they've all gone out to pray for blessings.
A warm breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness to the otherwise icy brothel, making Huo Xiaolong feel drowsy. The girl habitually tugged at Lan Tingche's sleeve and said...
"I'm going to take a nap, bro."
"Okay, go to sleep."
Getting used to something is really tough. Huo Xiaolong didn't quite understand the feeling between men and women, but she had seen too many philanderers, like a vixen courtesan and a sickly beauty, or a border marshal and a tea master.
The girl was surrounded by men, and many of them secretly flirted with her. She knew this, but she didn't want them.
No one else could get close to her.
Except for Lan Tingche.
"Brother Tingche, why don't you go back to be the Crown Prince of the Southwest?" the girl with her eyes closed suddenly asked.
"Haven't I asked this many times already? My family is all here."
“Look, after I became the Prince of Zhenbei, I could do whatever I wanted. Once I had power, I suddenly felt that everyone was kind and friendly to me.”
"Power is always a good thing; it's better than money."
The girl opened her eyes, turned over and sat on the recliner, one leg bent, one hand propping up her head, and spoke to the man.
The rolled-up cuffs of her trousers revealed glimpses of her calves, and silk fabric slipped from her arms. Combined with her sleepy eyes, Lan Tingche was momentarily dazed.
"But there are always some things and some people that are far more important than power."
He reached out and gently grasped Long'er's wrist, which was propping up her head, and continued speaking.
“You are different. If one day, Long’er doesn’t want to be my sister anymore, that’s fine too.”
“But if it weren’t for you, or if you were to stay with me as my sister for the rest of your life, that would be fine too. People are different, and so are their aspirations. If I had grown up in the capital, I might have been like you, daring to be the first in the world. But after spending a few years in the Southwest Prince’s Mansion and being taken in by you, my mindset is already different.”
Lan Tingche's words made his intentions clear. Huo Xiaolong was no child, and he would understand the meaning of his first sentence.
Those who followed completely absolved the people from the brothel.
He doesn't vie for power, not because of them, but because he wants to stay here.
Staying here allows him to feel a moment of warmth in this sanctuary.
The heat on his wrist was intense, and Huo Xiaolong could even feel the tension in the man in front of him.
The girl's ears turned slightly red, but she still stared at Lan Tingche.
I'm not really a seventeen-year-old naive girl. Besides, Tingche is really nice. He's not only good-looking, but also considerate.
She knew all his little schemes, but silently allowed them.
"I have been presumptuous in saying these things to you."
Huo Xiaolong, unusually, didn't speak the border town dialect, and replied with a smile.
"I'm very happy, no offense intended."
Jiang Tianxin sat on the tree with Liu Buhui in her arms, muttering to herself.
"When your Uncle Huo comes back in a little while, tell him that his house was robbed."
"What the heck?"
Liu Buhui craned her neck to indicate that she didn't understand.
"Who stole from my aunt's house? I'll unleash my red python to bite him!"
"Tsk, you're so stupid. Look what your uncle is doing now," Jiang Tianxin said, turning his head towards Huo Xiaolong.
“They’re holding hands,” Liu Buhui said.
"Does your Uncle Huo even care if someone holds hands with his daughter?" Jiang Tianxin continued to ask.
"I don't know, my aunt hasn't held hands with anyone in all these years. She's always surrounded by women, and most of the men are relatives or brothers-in-law." Liu Buhui rattled off her explanations so eloquently that Jiang Tianxin was completely bewildered.
"Anyway, you can just tell your uncle later."
"Ouch."
The girl grasped his hand in return, hooking her little finger around his index finger.
"It must be you."
Huo Xiaolong is just like his sisters when it comes to relationships; he never hesitates or drags his feet, especially with women he grew up with. Sometimes they hesitate because they want to understand, but what's there to understand? They've been understanding each other for ten years.
Lan Tingche's mind was spinning, and he felt like the clouds in the sky were bubbling with pink bubbles. He listened to whatever Huo Xiaolong said.
He just stood there, blushing and grinning foolishly, making Lan Yi on the rooftop almost unable to bear the sight.
Let's be honest, Lan Tingche has seen his fair share of women. He grew up in a brothel, so how could he not have had his share of beauties?
But they were stubborn and, from the day they realized their own feelings, they proceeded step by step with careful planning.
Like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, it requires immense patience.
"Don't...don't tell Uncle Huo." It took the man a long time to finally manage to utter this sentence.
"So what? He'll find out sooner or later, won't he?"
It's just about dating; what's the big deal?
“I told him that otherwise he would get angry.”
Huo Xiaolong nodded.
"Okay."
You can say whatever you want, you're just being stubborn.
The two weren't afraid of any mishaps that might lead to a separation. Lan Tingche wouldn't let that happen, and Huo Xiaolong was a lazy bum, too lazy to want to find a second person.
When it comes to relationships, the most important thing is that you're happy with it, whether it's passionate or a quiet, peaceful one.
Sincerity is the most important thing.
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