Chapter 462: I have a nightmare

Long Muzhen was frightened and thought that she was uncomfortable. She immediately ran to her side and shook her money in her arms. She was worried: "Duo, what happened? What is crying, is it not uncomfortable, um? ?"
The money blossomed with tears and eyes, looking up at Long Muzhen, and not grievances, took a while, and choked his mouth: "I have a nightmare. Was scared."
Long Muzhen took a sigh of relief, felt funny, kissed her forehead with a pet, like a child, softly whispered: "Well, isn't it a nightmare? Not afraid, you sleep Let me stay with you here, nowhere, huh?"
Qian Duo Duo was held by Long Muyu, only to feel a little peace of mind, but when she thought of the scene in her dream, she couldn’t help but sighed: "Fourteen, I just dreamed of the side, she was all It’s blood. I didn’t look at my child at all. I just left. The kind of gaze before me, wronged, unwilling, sad, hateful. It’s really terrifying.

"A fool, the side shackles have been rescued by you, the mother and the child are safe, you can rest assured, huh?"
Thoughtful, night dreams, it must be the scene of the side squatting on the edge of dying during the day, so Qian Duodu will do this nightmare.
His gimmicks grew up, brave, and they were so dangerous and calm, and they were proud of themselves.
However, Long Muzhen also wants to let the money blossom like this in his own arms, relying on his own needs.
Qian Duodu nodded very skillfully, circled the dragon and squatted, but his brow was tight.
"XIV, if it is not me today, the side squat is likely to die, right? If she heard that the prince of Lian said 'protect son', would it not die, I really didn’t expect that the prince of Lian was so cold and bloodless. Even his own wife can give up." Qian Duodu pitifully ended the side, and despised the prince of Lian.
Long Muzhen patted the back of the money, and she shunned her hair: "Shantou, I know that you are fighting for the side, but I believe that the innocent Prince is also uncomfortable."
"You see that he is over forty years old. There is only one woman under the knee. If there is no son, no one will inherit the throne. So he is also an old man. In the face of such a choice, he must have some entanglement in his heart. There are three filial piety and no filial piety."
Long Muzhen sighs, and in this thousands of years of cultural edification, some thoughts are still somewhat ingrained.
After listening to this, Qian Duodu was silent, although she understood it, but she couldn’t say it, and her feelings of embarrassment came to life.
She whispered her head in a low, hoarse voice: "If you change to me today, you will do the same? You will choose to have children, and give up, isn't it?"
The fluttering voice was introduced into the ear of Long Muzhen, which made him erroneous and the whole person was stunned.
Lifting the small face of the money, looking at her curled eyelashes, stained with tears, blink of an eye, a few drops of tears.
That grievances, and some overwhelming look, look at the heart of Long Muzhen, a burst of pain.
Damn, what did he say? !
Will it let the money blossom have this idea?