Princess too Young, Prince too Old

It was auspicious to see Lu Zhishan first, and he was too busy to put a smile on his face, and gave a formal ceremony to Lu Zhishan's blessing: "Slave met King Ningjun."

Mu Nanzhi turned around too busy, and when he saw Lu Zhishan, he ran away happily, holding the plum in his hand, his arms opened slightly, like a flamboyant fledgling: "Cousin! You are coming!"

Lu Zhishan was so busy crossing the Crescent Gate: "Walk well, don't run! Carefully slippery feet."

As Lu Zhishan walked forward, he unconsciously opened his arms, as if he was waiting for a child returning from school at home, and Mu Nanzhi rushed to the man, thinking that there was a good fortune behind him. Looking at it, I was embarrassed to be too close to Lu Zhishan, but stopped in front of Lu Zhishan and whispered: "Cousin, you are late, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Lu Zhishan reached out and took Bai Xuexue from the child: "It's not cousin's good. I was stumbled by the things in Zhuangzi before going out, so I waited for a long time."

"It's not too long, I also collected the snow water from the four major jars with Jixiang," Mu Nanzhi waited for praise, and continued to talk to Lu Zhishan. "Cousin, you will let people take The jar is sealed and buried under the plum tree. When this time next year, we will start to make tea for Kai. At that time, we will drink tea, eat a lamb pot, and then enjoy a flower while listening Quer, hey hey, isn't it elegant? Hey, cousin, do you say OK? "

The auspicious auspicious snowman who was collecting snow from behind was almost frozen: "..."

Shire, didn't you just say that we drank tea and enjoyed the flowers together? !!

Auspicious really wants to cry without tears. I really want to smash all the jars.

"Okay, everything works as expected. At that time, let's cook the milk tea with the snow water collected by 囡囡. The milk tea with plum flavor must be delicious," Lu Zhishan smiled, pulling Mu Nanzhi After entering the main hall, he went into the warm house again, and sat on the soft couch with Mu Nanzhi frowning. "The hands are so cold, they are all red."

"It's not cold, it's not cold at all," Mu Nanzhi raised his face and looked at Lu Zhishan with a smile. "Cousin, you asked me to come to Xihuai Beiyuan to eat pot. I'm very happy, all warm. I wo n’t feel cold. "

"I knew you were a little serval," Lu Zhishan shaved Mu Nanzhi's nose, turned and moved the stove toward the collapsed side, and brought in the brazier in the main hall. The stove was put into Mu Nanzhi's hand, "Hold your hands warm."

"Oh."

Mu Nanzhi took the hand stove but couldn't bear to leave the plum in her hand. She looked left and right to find the empty porcelain bottle. Her slick eyes turned around, then suddenly she got up and stomped the plum branch with her toes. The bun of Luzhishan.

That plum branch is not long or short. It is really like a bun with such a clump, but the three or four red plums with buds on it look too delicate, and they have a sharp, manly bronze color with Luzhishan. His face was very out of place. It was a bit like a big tiger with a red flower on his head, and he folded the tiger's body fiercely.

Mu Nanzhi joyfully pointed at Lu Zhishan, speechless with a smile, rolled twice on the soft couch, covering his stomach: "Hahaha! Cousin, you are too ... hahaha ..."

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