It is a man's nature to constantly occupy and spread as much of his genes as possible.
Their long-term love is also reflected in their enthusiasm for every member of the opposite sex who is suitable for childbearing. This is scientifically proven.
What's more, in the Wu Dynasty where there were many wives and concubines.
A man who is capable and ambitious can keep his wife who is a waste of time, marry a few concubines to expand the family, and do not spoil his concubines and destroy his wife. That is a husband who is praised by everyone and is affectionate and righteous.
Even extremely poor and vulgar men with a few spare dollars can look for women and hook up with each other.
The most disgusting thing is that the wife is required to provide her husband with a wife.
Instead of drawing a picture of "one person for the rest of your life" for yourself, it's better to see the bottom line directly and accept it if you can.
Besides, even if you get divorced, you can still get a pasture and a herd of cattle, which is good to hear.
"Marrying a wife is a man's business, and the wife in front of him doesn't have to worry about it.
I don’t know how many I can marry. Apart from you, I haven’t seen anyone better than you! If there is someone better than you, I might marry again.”
Zhao Tingduo was pinched by Song Liyun just now. At this time, his face was still red, he turned his head and said while holding his breath.
He really doesn't know how many wives he will marry.
But he knew that his first wife would be Song Liyun, and his first child would be Song Liyun, and he would give her the richest pasture.
As for other wives...he has to clear more pastures before he can marry them.
Song Liyun chuckled, her voice a little dry: "Better than me? Prettier than me, younger and gentler."
If this is the case, then there is no need to discuss it further.
Young girls are like flowers on the grassland, each one is so beautiful year after year.
"No, she is more interesting than you! A beautiful girl can only be beautiful. You can see it at a glance. Everyone is the same."
Zhao Tingduo turned his head and looked directly at Song Liyun firmly.
"It's hard to find someone more interesting than me. I'm afraid you won't meet anyone in your life."
Song Liyun laughed again, happily and confidently.
In idol dramas before the apocalypse, domineering CEOs always dislike female partners who have been carefully cultivated by their families, have both talent and beauty, and a family background that matches their own.
You must like those weird receptionists, the female subordinates who dare to splash coffee in your face, or the working girl who can't even walk well and falls in front of you at every turn.
Zhao Tingduo can be regarded as a noble man born with a golden key. He is tired of docile female slaves, but now he also likes interesting ones.
That’s fine, I don’t lack anything except “interesting”.
Love based solely on superficial appearance can last for several years, and you don't have to grow tired of looking at her every day for a few months.
Youth is fleeting, but wisdom only increases with experience, well, just like a beggar.
If you have your own property and can legally raise your own children under someone's protection, you don't have to worry about scheming with a group of women...
This kind of marriage is probably what some people want before the end of the world.
"Since I can't meet anyone better in my life, I will only have you as my wife for the rest of my life."
Interesting soul!
Zhao Tingduo looked straight at Song Liyun. After saying this, he understood his thoughts more and more.
Song Liyun was like a treasure mountain. Every time he got close, there was always something new and exciting that made his heart beat, including her teasing towards him.
Such a woman is a unique treasure.
In Hecheng, my father and eldest brother gave beautiful maids, and even the prince arranged for maids to attend his bed.
He refused them all.
Each of these women was tender and charming, but in his eyes they were all just beautiful silhouettes and could not arouse any interest.
If he wants to be beautiful, he can bring his own mirror and look at it anytime and anywhere. All he can remember is Song Liyun's face with lively eyebrows.
"What are you talking about? A lifetime is too long. Boy, don't say it too early. You will be slapped in the face if you fail to fulfill your promise in the future."
This was the first time for Song Liyun to hear such earthy words of love. She couldn't help but blush and her heartbeat quickened.
Being together for the rest of your life is a dream, no matter how hard you think about it, you will still dream about it.
Being called "young man" by Song Liyun, Zhao Tingduo's face turned redder and redder, stars were shining in his eyes, he grabbed Song Liyun's hand and pressed it on his chest.
"You touch it!"
Zhao Tingduo's eyes were full of affection, "This place is already empty. My true heart is with you. When you return it to me, it will be able to jump for others."
Song Liyun was stunned, her eyes were blurred, and she felt that her soul was attracted by the face less than a foot away from her.
The admiration of a young man is like light, like lightning, like a dream, and it really hits the heart.
The two villains started fighting crazily in Song Liyun's mind:
"Fake, fake, these are all lies."
"Really, really, you can see how focused he is when he speaks. These are calls from the depths of his heart!"
"Don't believe it, don't believe it, he will change in the future!"
"Don't move, don't move, he's going to kiss you!"
Feeling Zhao Tingduo getting closer, Song Liyun closed his eyes and had only one thought in his mind: If he dared to kiss him deeply, he would shock him.
The wind in the grassland was like a continuous silk cloth, wrapping around the bodies of the two people!
At this moment, Yuquan ran over on horseback and shouted from afar: "Young Master, Sister Song, grandma is telling you to go back!"
Zhao Tingduo and Song Liyun, who were already hugging each other, instantly panicked...
The camp here is a temporary one, with 20 herders raising hundreds of sheep.
The snow-white yurt that Song Liyun saw was specially prepared, and now lives Song Liyun, Aunt Beggar and Yuquan.
The herdsmen usually stayed in the sheepfold, but now that the young master was here, they naturally set up a small tent.
I stayed at the entrance of Huangsha River Valley for five days.
During the day, Song Liyun rode a horse and grazed leisurely on the grassland with Zhao Tingduo. At night, he chatted by the fire in the yurt, and learned to draw cashmere threads from Yuquan and the beggar.
This thread is the raw material for making carpets.
Song Liyun's eyes sparkled.
In addition to weaving carpets, this thread can also be used for other daily necessities, but she couldn't elaborate now, so she asked the beggar for a bundle of thread to take back.
Life on the grasslands is monotonous and hard.
But Song Liyun seemed to have spent a golden week. Not only did he have Yuquan to play with, but he could also watch equestrian performances every day.
The Juqing horse has been sent back to the tribe. The story is that the horse has not been allowed to run since it was injured. It is almost useless. It needs time to be raised on the grassland. Another horse will be selected and sent over.
Zhao Tingduo's horse has been kept at the mouth of the Huangsha River. It is so strong and beautiful that it looks like an ordinary thing.
Tough, wild, willful, tree-like, handsome, dashing, suave, mighty, all the words used for it are not exaggerated.
Just like the owner on its back at this time.
Zhao Tingduo is riding a horse, with a strong posture and free movement. The man and the horse seem to be one.
The horse's mane fluttered in the wind, dust flew behind it, and its powerful iron hooves hit the ground heavily, galloping across the endless wilderness like the wind.
So handsome!
The man is handsome and so is the horse!
Song Liyun's eyes were filled with stars at the sight of this bohemian charm!