Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Song Fu: "..."

In the end, Song Fu was dizzy and took Mu Nanzhi to the kitchen.

As soon as Mu Nanzhi saw the deer legs and pheasants hanging on the shelf, his eyes lighted up. At this moment, the weasel who was hungry for a week had at most this face, and Song Fu could only see the corners of his mouth twitching.

Without waiting for Song Fu's hands, Mu Nanzhi was busy in three steps and took two steps to take the meat down, and then left without mentioning it.

Song Fu reacted and followed him busyly: "Jun Jun, how can this meat weigh more than 20 kilos? Let the slaves help Jun Jun to go back to the house, tired you carefully."

"Don't use it, I move, move," Mu Nanzhi shook his head in a hurry, walked away and turned his head toward Song Fudao, "the Song housekeeper, I don't need to tell the county king about this Anyway, it ’s more than 20 pounds of meat, so the size of sesame seeds does not have to worry about the king of the county, do you think?

Song Fu: "... Jun Jun said it was reasonable."

"Is the county king still sad for the county princess?" As Mu Nanzhi walked outside the courtyard, he couldn't help but glance at the figure on the window. She always felt that Lu Zhishan's shadow was lonely, she just looked away. Feeling sad, Mu Nanzhi said again, "Butler Song, you should spend more time with the county king."

Song Fu bowed and saluted, "Yes, slaves understand."

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Song Fu sent Mu Nanzhi away and sent a bowl of millet yam porridge to the study.

Lu Zhishan put down his "Xia Ke Travels" and asked casually while stirring the porridge: "Who was outside just now?"

Song Fu looked up at Lu Zhishan and paused, "It's Mu Junjun."

"It's so late, what is she doing here?" Lu Zhishan frowned, and let go of his spoon. "Is this a dark one, can anyone follow?"

Song Fu busyly said, "No one around Junjun followed her, and he did not allow the slaves to **** her back to the house, but the slaves had already secretly escorted the Junjun to the house. No accident will happen. Please rest assured.

Lu Zhishan curiously said, "So what did she come over at this time? Why didn't she come in and report it?"

Song Fu couldn't figure out the situation, so he had to say something carefully in the future. Even Mu Nanzhi walked away and asked the county princess without hesitation. After speaking, Song Fu looked puzzled: " Jun Wang, what do you mean Jun Jun? Isn't that venison from Yuci? How could it be bitten by a wild dog? "

"This girl," Lu Zhishan actually twitched his lips, and leaned back against the back of his chair. The corners of his eyebrows were all smiling colors. He smiled and smiled, and he looked up at Song Fu. "You go down first and let Sharon come in."

"Yes, the slaves retired."

Song Fu bowed down and soon, a tall, lean young man came in. It was Xie Lun.

"Subordinates have met the general."

"Can you find out what happened?" Lu Zhishan held his finger on Huali's desktop with a deep voice. "What kind of illness did Shizhi Lunian in Zhongyuan Houfu House have?"

An ordinary typhoid had dragged on for four or five months, and Lu Zhishan inevitably had to think more.

Xie Lun said, "Yes, the general asked his subordinates to investigate the cause of the son of Zhongyuan Houfu. The subordinates have found out that the son is not suffering from cold, but heart disease."

"Heart disease?" Lu Zhishan frowned, "Is it serious?"

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