MTL - Princess too Young, Prince too Old-Chapter 8 Young Prince 8

"That's what the queen queen also means. The queen queen has ordered that the people next to the county king don't have to worry about it, they just have to be born in the house to heal them."

"Mrs. Xie's father's grace." Lu Zhishan hoeed heavily.

In the coughing sound of Duan's cough, the **** waved floating dust out of the palace. The two guards were so busy that they helped Lu Zhishan get up and kneel on the ground for a long time. His knee was painful. He walked to Duan's In front of him: "Why are you coughing so badly? Can you see your doctor?"

The unusual flush on Duan ’s pale face floated, and he pulled his lips to reveal a dry smile, and the corners of his eyes exuded a fine eye pattern: "The Lord does n’t have to worry about his body. hospital."

Lu Zhishan glanced at Duanshi again, and said, "Although I don't have a face in Yuqian now, you don't have to forbear for me everywhere. In the end, you are still the county princess."

Duan's eyes were red, and his voice followed dumbly: "King Xie Jun is worried."

That day, Lu Zhishan lay in the room for a whole day. No one came to the door. Thinking about the last time he returned to Beijing, the threshold of this palace was almost smashed. He went from the queen's sister-in-law to the housekeepers in each house, and he was not given to him. For a moment, Lu Zhishan couldn't help laughing at his lips, and it was human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm, not to mention being born in Tianjia.

But Lu Zhishan did not expect that that day he saw Mu Nanzhi, that was the second time he saw her, but after a full twelve years in the middle, a reincarnation suddenly looked back, dreamlike.

When Mu Nanzhi came, Lu Zhishan was having dinner in the dining room. He slept all day, and the dinner was open to eat. Mu Nanzhi was brought into the dining room by the housekeeper Song Fu, and he saw the man sitting with the rice bowl. At the table, the man was burly, and it seemed that the sandalwood round table in front of it was three points smaller. The three dishes and one soup on the table were simple styles, and the man used a small porcelain bowl instead of eating, but it was twice as large. The soup bowl, a pair of rough hands holding chopsticks holding the bowl, eating more and using less vegetables, is very unrestrained, and is not half the same as the elegant prince Mu Nanzhi used to.

"The county king, the county king is here." Song Fu approached Luzhishan Road.

"Which Junjun?" Lu Zhishan turned around and waited to see clearly the eyebrows of the girl standing at the door of the dining room. Lu Zhishan could not help but wink, and many smiles appeared in his eyes. Then he put down the bowl and stood up, not wanting He sat back in his chair with a sting, and frowned and rubbed his knees.

"The king of Qilu County, the daughter is the daughter of Princess Duanhui Heshuo, Mu Nanzhi, who has met the king of Ning County." Mu Nanzhi was startled by Luzhishan's hill-like figure, and stepped back, Looking at Lu Zhishan and sitting back in his chair, he was too busy to step forward and bless him again, and salute Lu Zhishan.

"You are so big," Lu Zhishan looked up and down Mu Nanzhi, looking at her exquisite dress, a pink pink satin palace dress, and a pair of Hetian white jade bracelets on her wrists. Shan knew that he knew everything well. This girl did live well in Jingshi in these years, but the big hood covered by the outside was a little unfit and swept to the ground, showing only a small face, Lu Zhishan looked at She was happy, and said to the housekeeper, "Go and give Jun Jun milk tea, crab cakes, and almond butter."

Song Fu faced some dilemmas, but he retreated.

"Thank you Lord Shire," Mu Nanzhi pushed away the big urn covered by the outside, exposed a face carved in pink and jade, sat at the table, and put the box in his hand on the table.

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