Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Prince Zhen's Mansion.

As soon as Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi and his party arrived at the mansion, Zhou Ran had waited at the door for a long time, since he knew that Lu Zhishan was coming to southern Xinjiang. She was always excited, but at this time watching Lu Zhishan came down immediately, she was very calm.

Zhou Ran stepped forward slowly. Bowing his fist to Lu Zhishan, as he did 13 years ago: "Subordinate Ran Ran has seen the general."

Lu Zhishan looked at the quiet and gentle woman in front of her. First a moment. Listening to her speaking, I realized that this person was actually Zhou Ran. Zhou Ran was not very excited. Lu Zhishan was quite excited.

"Get up, where is the gift?" Lu Zhishan was so busy that he helped Zhou Ran up. He looked at Zhou Ran's bulging belly. All eyes are grateful.

Zhou Ran was pregnant. Lu Zhicheng told Lu Zhishan in her letter. For Zhou Ran. Lu Zhishan had endless gratitude and indebtedness.

This woman. The best years of life. He was born and died with him in the battlefield, and later he returned to Beijing after defeating Beibei. She still clings to southern Xinjiang, and has been quietly accumulating strength for her own resurgence. Now, today, in order to become a full-time Chi and Lu Zhicheng, she has made such a big sacrifice.

"General. Is your leg good?" Seeing Lu Zhishan walking steadily, Zhou Ran still asked uneasily, which is what she always wanted to ask.

"It's all right," Lu Zhishan said. He didn't let go of Zhou Ran's hand and still held her so carefully. When he spoke again, his voice was already dull, "Zhou Ran, thank you."

Zhou Ran smiled slightly: "Thank me for what? Is it not all for my own brother?"

"Yes, it's all for the two stupid boys who don't know what to do," Lu Zhishan smiled, watching Xiao Anzi open the carriage door, and helped Mu Nan branch to get out of the carriage. He beckoned to Mu Nanzhi. Come here. "

"Okay." Mu Nanzhi nodded cleverly. The skirt was a little long. She grabbed the skirt with both hands and came to this side with a smile. The embroidered blue shoes were looming under the orange-pink skirt.

This is the first time Zhou Ran saw Mu Nanzhi. Mu Nanzhi is not as natural as she imagined. He is not tall, she is thin, and her skin is really white. It is the kind of white and delicate that is rare in southern Xinjiang. What ’s so unique is that those **** eyes and the girlish scent emanating from her body, she is already 26 years old by now, but it looks like 28 years in her life. At first glance, it was a baby grown up in a honey jar.

"Well, this is Zhou Ran, Zhou Chi's sister," Lu Zhishan introduced Mu Nanzhi, holding Mu Nanzhi in one hand, and patting Zhou Ran's shoulder gently with one hand. "Don't look at her so demure and gentle , In the past, she was a tiger general under me, even the boy of Shelen ... "

"I know that even General Zhao Jingting praised Sister Zhou Ran as terrible. You have told me many times before," Mu Nanzhi cut off Lu Zhishan's words, and a pair of black eyes looked at Zhou Ran with a smile. It ’s fragile and authentic, “Sister Zhou Ran, their men always say that you have done a great job, but I want to boast of your cooking skills. I like the spicy sausage you made most, and my cousin has never been able to grab it. I."

Looking at those black eyes, Zhou Ran couldn't help but also tickled her lips, and said, "Because the mother loves to eat, I will do more for you."

"Okay," Mu Nanzhi nodded in agreement, while looking at Zhou Ran's stomach, smiling at the moment, "but it has to wait until your body is convenient."

"Yes," Zhou Ran nodded and promised, owing slightly to the two of them, "The emperor and his wife invited in."

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Tianding July 15th

Ghost Festival.

The empress sacrifice 70,000 British martyrs in the southern Xinjiang at the Lancang River.

After the ceremonial ceremony, Lu Zhishan was alone on the waterfront. Lu Zhicheng looked at it from a distance. He was very worried. He was too busy thinking about comforting Lu Zhishan, but was stopped by Mu Nanzhi.

"Don't go," Mu Nanzhi looked at the hunting west wind, the man's lonely and straight back, there was pity in his eyes, but it was clearer, "let him stay alone."

Lu Zhicheng froze and immediately understood, nodded, and didn't speak again.

...

That day, Lu Zhishan cried.

In the sky full of paper dust, facing the mighty waves of the Lancang River, he cried out.

He finally returned, and finally came to this land of heroes infested with the blood of countless Liying heroes.

Thirteen years have passed, and his legs have been restored. He is still asking for the Ninth Five-Year Plan. He even married the best girl in the world. Over the years, this girl's skill has gradually repaired his broken heart.

He felt that he was the only lucky person in the world. Even though he had been suffering so much, even though he was in purgatory and almost turned into a demon, but there was such a little girl who had been dragging him from step to step. Taken to earth.

Hell is too cold.

But today, facing the Lancang River, he still feels sad.

My brothers, Yong Zhan misses you so much.

do you know?

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