Space at hand: Pick up a prince to farm

The manor was completed three months later and was almost identical to Song Chen's space.

In this manor, there are all kinds of exotic fruits and vegetables. Walking in the manor, it feels like being in a fairyland.

Cang Muchen and Lu Qingyi would bring their children over to stay for a while from time to time.

At present, Darong is already quite stable, and Cang Muchen and Cang Xiuxuan have the same idea on governing the country.

I will not offend others unless they offend me.

What they hope more is to see the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Now that Darong is stable, he naturally has no intention of expanding. War is always cruel, and the people are always the ones who suffer.

As the days passed, the children grew older.

Suddenly one day, the little girl nestled in Song Chen's arms and pouted.

"Chenchen, you, you have so many white hairs, Chenchen, I don't want you to have white hairs, wuwuwu~"

Twins are very smart and know more than other children of the same age.

She knew what it meant for a person to have white hair. She didn't want Chenchen to grow old. She wanted Chenchen to always be beautiful.

When people get old, they will slowly leave.

"Wuwuwu, I don't want Chenchen to leave, I want Chenchen to stay with me forever~"

The little girl cried so sadly that Song Chen was in a panic.

I tried to coax him for a long time but it didn't work.

Even when Lu Qingyi held her in his arms, she still kept crying.

Only then did a few people notice what she said, and several eyes fell on Song Chen.

In an instant, Cang Muchen and Lu Qingyi's eyes suddenly narrowed.

White, white hair!!!

Really white hair!
Song Chen has maintained the same appearance for so many years, and even in recent years, her son Cang Muchen looks older than her.

They had already gotten used to it, and were even ready to leave first. But suddenly, Song Chen had white hair on his head.

Cang Muchen felt an intense sense of uneasiness in his heart. He stared at the few strands of white hair on Song Chen's head, as if he could eliminate them in this way.

After a while, Song Chen finally reacted and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his hair.

But when it fell on my hair, I realized that gray hair cannot be felt like this.

"I'll go find a mirror and have a look."

Her voice was calm, but she stumbled as she left.

Cang Muchen wanted to help, but Song Chen had already walked away.

It seemed that at this moment, everyone had a guess in their minds.

Cang Muchen couldn't accept it and gently kissed the child on the head, "Chenchen will always be with us, be good, don't cry..."

After saying that, he turned around and said, "I'm going to find my father."

At this moment, Cang Xiuxuan was not here. He was practicing calligraphy with his brother in the study.

Along the way, Cang Muchen thought a lot.

He was very aware of his father's feelings for his mother, and he couldn't imagine how his father would react when he found out.

For the first time, he felt his steps were so heavy, as if each step weighed a thousand pounds, making it extremely difficult for him to move forward.

But no matter how difficult it was, he had already moved to the door of his father's study.

Even if he doesn't say it, his father will see it soon.

only……

There was also a cry in the study. It was his son.

"Ah Xuan, wuwuwu, don't be angry, I will write well, I will never be naughty again, I promise I will never make you angry again."

"Grandfather, I was wrong, Grandfather Xuan, if I don't make you angry in the future, will your hair turn black again..." (End of this chapter)