Princess too Young, Prince too Old

When Mu Nanzhi and the Jing'an County Lord hurriedly entered the palace, cries were heard in the Taihe Hall. Mu Nanzhi's heart sank and he was so busy that the bearer stopped the sedan chair. She got out of the sedan chair and held it with her hand. With a thick skirt, he hurried toward the Taihe Temple.

"Princess! Princess! Slow down!" Jixiang looked at her posture and was frightened, for fear she fell and fell so busy that she chased after her.

The Jing'an County Lord heard the movement and was too busy to get off the sedan chair, followed by Mu Nanzhi and hurried to the Taihe Hall in a hurry.

"Prince, come in quickly." Zhao Ruhai greeted Mu Nanzhi at the door.

"Where is the Lord?" Mu Nanzhi looked anxiously. "How is the Lord?"

"Prince Kai, the prince is in there," Zhao Ruhai said busyly, and handed over a papa, whispered, "Prince, you must go to the emperor first."

"The first emperor ..." Mu Nanzhi froze, and there was nothing he could not understand. Now he was too busy to take a pazi to wipe his face and clean his hands, and then he was too busy to enter the dormitory with the Lord of Jing'an County.

Lu Zhishan, Lu Zhiyue, and the exquisite princess Lu Zhiyin all kneeled in front of the bed. Lu Zhishan's face was expressionless, and Lu Zhiyue's eyes were tearful. Lu Zhiyue was crying the most, and she was out of breath Out of breath, he was not paralyzed by the two servants at this time.

Mu Nanzhi stepped slowly, kneeling beside Lu Zhishan, she did not dare to look into the bed, and looked at Lu Zhishan side by side. Lu Zhishan was silent, without a look, but she was seven in her heart. The last one, she wanted to shake Lu Zhishan's hand, but did nothing at all, and she knelt down honestly.

When all the princesses and princesses in Beijing arrived, Zhao Ruhai stood in front of the bed, sweeping away the dust and shouting, "I bow my head."

Five people nodded together.

"Second head."

"Third heads."

When the three heads were up, Lu Zhiying cried louder, and the Jing'an County Lord kneeling beside her was too busy to help him.

Mu Nanzhi's eyes are red. For Lu Mingwei, her relationship has always been complicated. This is her uncle. When she was young, because of her care, she was a princess in the small country. Based on her, she can have the protection of Lu Mingwei today, but it is also her uncle, who almost forced her to marry into the wolf's den, or her uncle, and ignored her life and death in the assassin case of the western suburbs hunting field. The famous festival is her unhappiness, making her husband suffer the pain of many years ...

But now that he is dead, Mu Nanzhi is still particularly sad.

Even more sad than Princess Liang died.

She couldn't control her tears at all until Lu Zhishan pulled her up.

"Return to your home," Lu Zhishan pulled her out of her bedroom, leaving her nowhere. Lu Zhishan said to her in a deep voice, "I will be so busy in the next few days that you do n’t touch the mud, and you are also busy. , Now go back and rest for a while, and enter the palace tomorrow. "

"But I don't want to go back," Mu Nanzhi wiped his tears and raised his head to Luzhishan Road. "Cousin, I want to stay with you."

The first emperor died, and the princes naturally guarded their spirits. Now there are only two princes in Beijing, and Lu Zhishan cannot leave the palace.

"It doesn't matter, the head is messy here, and the courtiers will come over to cry in a while. You are also uncomfortable here," Lu Zhishan said softly, and he stroked her head. "Besides you are here, I am not So concentrate on doing things, go back. "

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