Princess too Young, Prince too Old

He pulled Mu Nanzhi to his knees at the table, and the two respectfully poised three heads at Xu Guiyu's spirit.

"Mother, this is the child's daughter-in-law, Nanzhi," Lu Zhishan said softly to the soft woman in the portrait, while lighting incense and inserting it into the incense burner. Good-looking, but no one can match your mind. Mother, you will taste it. "

"Mother, I will do better next year," Mu Nanzhi also scented, facing the portrait sternly. "Surely it will be better year by year, mother, don't let it go."

Lu Zhishan hooked his lips, rubbed his hands and rubbed Mu Nanzhi's hair. Mu Nanzhi was too busy to avoid, while glaring at Lu Zhishan, he whispered: "Do not move by hand in front of your mother's face. Feet, nothing really works. "

Lu Zhishan smiled and didn't speak. He pulled Mu Nanzhi up and said, "Okay, let's go."

Mu Nanzhi pointed to the tomb behind him, wondering: "Don't you need to go back?"

"No need, just get what you want." Lu Zhishan held the food box and pulled Mu Nanzhi away.

Out of the palace, Mu Nanzhi's voice dared to be a little louder: "Cousin, your eyebrows and eyes are the most like mothers, they are all thick eyebrows and big eyes, but the mother is gentle, but you are more fierce."

Lu Zhishan laughed abruptly: "I think I look fierce?"

"It's not fierce," Mu Nanzhi shook his head so busy that he looked up at Lu Zhishan's face and tilted his head. "It's the spirit. Your eyes are very beautiful. The first time I saw you, , I think your eyes are different from others. "

Lu Zhishan was watched by Mu Nanzhi without blinking, and his heartbeat was a little out of control. He asked calmly, "What's different?"

"Other people's eyes are just eyes, but your eyes are full of stars," Mu Nanzhi said, "I don't dare to look at you sometimes. I'm afraid I can't get in and out. Shameless idiot. "

Lu Zhishan was a little embarrassed. He looked at the child seriously, and he turned his gaze sternly. If it weren't for the wrong place, he would surely give the child the right place.

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Duan's tomb and Xu Guizhen's tomb are not in the same place, a little far away, Mu Nanzhi asked Lu Zhishan with a little worry: "Cousin, are your legs okay?"

"It's okay," Lu Zhishan smiled, but stopped to take out the parcel and wipe the sweat of his forehead, "Look at the sweat in your head."

Mu Nanzhi was too busy to escape, and while walking around, he took the puppet from Lu Zhishan, and whispered, "I'll wipe it by myself. You don't have to move your feet manually. This kind of place is not afraid of people. see."

Lu Zhishan smiled and did not speak, watching Mu Nanzhi wipe his sweat, and then carrying the food box and Mu Nanzhi continued to move forward.

"It's been nine years since the watchmaker died," Mu Nanzhi said suddenly, "It's so fast, I was just fourteen at that time."

Yeah, it's fast.

Lu Zhishan thought about the winter day in Jiasheng's seventeen years, and couldn't help feeling it.

As soon as the two of them arrived at Duan's Lingtang, they met Duan Feihong, a scholar of the Ministry of Rites, who sacrificed to his daughter.

It was Lu Zhishan who responded first, put down the food box, and dumbfounded Duan Feihong: "I've seen my father-in-law."

Mu Nanzhi was too busy to bow and salute: "I've seen Lord Duan."

[All characters in this article are adults.]

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