Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"In the past, I did not like to drink, but later I went to the southwest and boiled around the clock. Ordinary tea is not refreshing than Kuding drinking, and in those years, I was anxious, and it is even more inseparable from Kuding."

"But why is it bitter?" Mu Nanzhi was puzzled. "Why not drink Lianxin or Hang Baiju?"

Lu Zhishan explained: "In the beginning, I still drank the lotus heart made in Hangzhou, but the lotus heart was very expensive, and it was too labor-intensive and costly to arrive from Hangzhou to the southwest, and I was staying with the soldiers at that time. It was really bad and special, so it was later changed to the native Kuding in the southwest, and I have been used to drinking after all these years. "

After listening to this, Mu Nanzhi felt sad for a while, and then whispered, "Cousin is now away from the southern border, so how to change this habit?"

It was the first time Lu Zhishan had talked to him this way, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"I read the medical book and also asked the doctor that Kuding must not be the tea that should be drunk. In the past, my cousin worked **** the battlefield and drank some Kuding. Now that you are away from the battlefield, you should put it on the battlefield. My habits have changed, cousin, you must know that Ku Ding is cold, and you should n’t drink too much, why not care about your body? ”Mu Nanzhi looked at the cup of Ku Ding, paused, and stared boldly at Lu Zhi Shan's eyes, one word at a time, said earnestly, "Cousin, I said you do n’t get angry, do n’t you always think about the southern border, okay? You should put down, for this country, you try your best to get the best Nianhua, I lost my blessing on you, and I lost my own leg, cousin, you have done your best, so do n’t blame yourself, do n’t be sad, okay? ”

Lu Zhishan looked at the young girl's crystal eyes, and his throat was dry for a while. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't open his mouth at such eyes full of pity.

He didn't really like to drink bitter tin, and with a little bit of firewood in his bitterness, there was really nothing to drink, but he needed a vigilance. He couldn't forget the southern border, and the 70,000 soldiers who were rotten in the wet mud in the southern border. He reminds himself all the time: Lu Yongzhan, you can't forget.

But he didn't expect that this little girl would say such a thing to herself in the silent late night.

Not Zhao Jingting, Du Heng or Xie Lun, but Mu Nanzhi.

How could it be her?

...

After Mu Nanzhi left, Lu Zhishan sat alone on the couch for a long time, and then he drank the kuding tea that had been cold in the cup, and then he asked Song Fu to bring him a cup of milk tea.

"What? Jun Wang, what do you want to drink?" Song Fu couldn't believe his ears.

"Cow's milk tea," Lu Zhishan flipped his eyelids without adding, adding "a spoonful of honey."

Song Fu twitched at the corner of his mouth: "... Yes, the slave obeyed."

Song Fu floated out of the study, and then into the kitchen, until he returned to the study with milk tea, his face was incredible.

For a long while, Lu Zhishan looked up at Song Fu: "Is there anything else?"

"The slaves retired." Song Fu was so busy withdrawing from the study.

Lu Zhishan then brought the tea cup to the front and gently stirred it with a white porcelain spoon. The sweet heat rushed to his face. He couldn't help hooking his lips, and a gentle smile appeared on the angular face.

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