The Delicate Prince and His Shrewd Peasant Consort

Looking at Gu Rufeng's spoiled expression, Qiulan thought, how good it would be if he said this to himself. 「^ 追 ^ 书 ^ 帮 ^ 首 ~ 发」

This is the case every time, with hope, and returning with loss.

But even if she was lost, she still wanted to see Gu Rufeng.

Maybe this is the feelings of those little girls of this age.

When you go to the county wife's house, you have to pass the market. This is Liu Yan's most willing to see.

She is not a lively person, but she knows that if she does not find business opportunities from here, there may be no other opportunities.

So every time she passed the bazaar, Liu Ye would open the window of the carriage and look out. At this time, she was most focused.

Gradually, the groom also learned about Liu Ye's hobby. Every time he walked through the market, he consciously made the horse go slower, but in his opinion, Liu Ye just looked at it rare.

After the locust plague, people in the town gradually decreased, and even those who sold things seemed to be half dead and not angry.

When I saw my wife, both of them also said some short words from parents.

In fact, these words can be said by the wife and the girl next to her, but she always feels that this girl Liu Zhen is different from others, and she cannot tell what the difference is.

She did not flatter or refute what she said. She had her own unique opinions. Even when the views of the two people were not consistent, she could not lose her temper, and she was willing.

Now Liu Ye came to the house, the lady never let her go to the lobby or listen to it, but went directly to her boudoir.

Those halls and side halls, including the study, are not places for women to whisper.

The first thing Liu Yan did every time was to help his wife pick clothes.

Although all these dazzling clothes are gorgeous, the wife always felt that she could not wear her temperament.

When she turned to look at Liu Ye, although she was wearing coarse clothes, she had a unique charm.

So, every once in a while, after the lady bought those clothes, she waited for Liu Ye to match her.

Putting on the clothes that Liu Ye used to match himself, the county coward's talents felt that it was so tasteless to wear clothes before.

"Or don't you always think like that, you are used to wearing these satin silks, and seeing me wearing this kind of coarse clothes, it feels a bit fresh, and the temperament of your lady is no match." Liu Yan said.

Every time I heard Liu Yan say this, the lady's heart was relaxed.

This woman who is a little older looks better and looks more luxurious, and is not as good as those eighteen-nine-year-old girls. She only relies on her temperament to improve herself. If someone now tells her that she has no temperament, I guess she can't survive.

"How long can this beautiful face last? The older you get, the more scared you are. Everyone is like this, you will know when you reach my age." Madam Xianxuan said with emotion.

"Mrs. is generous and kind. Even after getting older, people will still remember your benevolence, but these beautiful looks cannot be compared." Liu Ye comforted his wife softly.

Mrs. Xian took her hand at once, and said excitedly, "Girl Liu, I don't even give you this reputation."