Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Fortunately, the Ning County Palace was only two streets away from Duanhui Heshuo Princess House. When she came, she hurried forward, fearing that she would be seen, but when she went back, she felt that her feet were heavy.

The cousin must have seen it. She was very upset and frustrated. She thought that Lu Zhishan had just warmed herself to his puddle and that those gentle eyes were looking at her, Mu Nanzhi was even more upset.

By the time he returned to Princess Heshuo's Mansion, the sky was already dark, and the handkerchief was crumpled by her. Mu Nanzhi entered the dormitory and plunged his head into the bedding.

What a shame.

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It wasn't until Mu Nanzhi's cup of tea went from hot to cold that Song Fu hurried into the dining room. On the tray he held in his hands was a cup of milk tea and a plate of crab cakes. Song Fu placed the tray on the table, a little awkwardly. To Luzhishan said: "All the blame slaves are too slow, please ask the county king to punish him."

Lu Zhishan stared at the plate of crab cakes. The appearance was good, but the crab cakes were poor. At first glance, it was not the regulation of pastry in the royal family. After a while, Lu Zhishan looked up at Song Fu: "How long haven't I made pastries in the house? ? "

Song Fu's face became even more embarrassed, and he shouted, "King of Qiu County, the imperial county has been impeached by the King every day for the past two years. Long lived Lord is increasingly dissatisfied with the King of County. The prince of the county became worried for the prince of the county. He ordered the palace to go up and down without causing trouble. The prince of the county ordered another batch of people to leave the house. Now there are twelve people in the house. There are only two left in the kitchen. This old woman, cooking and cooking is still good, but where do you know how to make pastry? And the county princess thinks that making pastry is too wasteful, so the county king ’s house has not been making pastry for more than two years. This crab powder cake is a slave. When I went out to buy it, it was just that the dark shops were closed. The slaves could not buy almond butter, and they asked the county king to punish him. "

"Take my waist card to the palace to ask the doctor to come over," Lu Zhishan took the waist card from his waist and put it on the table, adding "Ask Qin Qin."

"King King, has your leg disease recurred?" Song Fu asked with a shock, "Would you like to help the King King to rest in the backyard bedroom?"

Lu Zhishan didn't answer, but just waved anxiously.

Song Fu was too busy to go out with his waistband.

Lu Zhishan looked at the half-bowl of rice on the table, and wiped his face with his hands.

He has never understood why the father and the emperor repeatedly rebuked him for wantonly behavior and abandoned the emperor. Although he never complained, he was very distressed. He killed the enemy and reported the country in the south, and he was a true loyal patriot. Father Huang loved him so much but loved him. At this time, Lu Zhishan seemed to understand.

Over the years, he has indeed been wanton and extremely wayward. He has an ambition and an endless struggle for his country. From the handsome young man to the current downed king with his legs broken, he has never regretted this. For twelve years of smoky blood, he felt that it was worth it, but he never thought who would support him hard at the Beijing Normal University, and who would worry about him forever.

He always thought it was his persistence and perfection of his boxing patriotism, but he didn't know that many people were carrying heavy burdens for him, and this truly fulfilled his twelve years of wantonly behavior and skywardness.

Why does he feel so bad, and how has he been so bad for so many years.

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