Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Mu Nanzhi was full of joy, but he was worried and said, "What if the long lived grandfather wants you out of Beijing?"

"Then I'll take it with me," Lu Zhishan took out the parcel, gently rubbed Mu Nanzhi's face, and said softly, "I take it everywhere I go."

"But if Long live, don't agree?" Mu Nanzhi still didn't worry, grabbed Lu Zhishan's hand and asked, "What if the queen mother wants me to accompany her to Mount Wutai?"

Lu Zhishan whispered slowly: "Then I will resist the rule and not comply."

Mu Nanzhi was startled and busy: "Don't stop talking nonsense, where does it take you to get to that kind of field?"

"No one can separate me from my uncle," Lu Zhishan held Mu Nanzhi's face and kissed deeply, "No one can do it, even the emperor and queen mother."

Mu Nanzhi raised his head and catered to the man's kiss, but he didn't care about his messy face.

She really misses men. When she read the scriptures every day, instead of realizing the subtle Buddhism, she missed Lu Zhishan more and more, thought of his dominance, thought of his tenderness, thought of his fiery lips, thought of him. Tightly hug.

When she read the scriptures, she felt that all the books were the names of Lu Zhishan. When she heard the sound of wooden fish, she felt that the sound was called by Lu Zhishan. She looked at Lu Zhishan and she heard the wind. Zhishan, Luzhishan is everywhere.

"Lu Zhishan, I miss you so much," Mu said, breathing with his eyes closed and leaning on the man's arms, "Lu Zhishan, I don't believe in Buddhism or religion, but I believe in you, but only believe You are more devout than Jin Chanzi, who was born in the tenth century. "

"No more words," Lu Zhishan said, caressing Mu Nanzhi's hair.

Mu Nanzhi was puzzled and looked up at Lu Zhishan: "Why?"

"If you say anything else, I will cry," Lu Zhishan looked at the clear eyes of the child, then lowered his head and kissed her eyes, "Well, I love you."

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In the warm room.

Lu Zhishan embraced Mu Nanzhi for dinner, and on the little table was a steaming lamb pot.

Mu Nanzhi hasn't eaten such delicious meat for a few days, and slept for another day and night. Since he was so hungry that he stuck his front chest to his back, Lu Zhishan has been busy giving her lamb, mushrooms, and winter bamboo shoots. She She kept burying her head, and her furry head had not been lifted up. Lu Zhishan looked down, her heart hurt and warmed, and she rushed to kiss her hair from time to time.

"No ... don't kiss," Mu Nanzhi's mouth full of mutton, unclear words, "It's been a long time since I took a good blackhead, oh!"

Lu Zhishan asked with a question mark on his face: "What? What?"

Mu Nanzhi finally swallowed the lamb in his mouth and turned to look at Lu Zhishan: "I said I never washed my hair well on the mountain, even if I wear a pair of ruby ​​earrings, my queen will reprimand me, where can I dare What kind of fragrant ointment you use, always wash your hair with soap corner, it must be stinking, you, stay away from me, I won't faint you. "

"I do n’t know, I'm Princess Xiangxiang," Lu Zhishan kissed Mu Nanzhi's hair again, resting her head on her shoulder, and fishing for a few more pieces of lamb for her child. In the bowl, "Eat more, and look at how thin you are, you must not eat well on the mountain."

"It's not too bad. I can eat a meal every day and drink a cup of milk tea," Mu Nanzhi said, suddenly lowering his chopsticks and asking Lu Zhishan, "Yes, cousin, what are you? What means? How can I make my uncle, who is called Qing Qingjie, cook meat for me? "

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