Lu Zhishan looked at the girl across from her with almost her face buried in the noodle bowl. She looked at her messy and fluffy hair, a bit like a quiet and well-behaved little beast, which made people feel warm in their hearts.
"Eat slowly, don't burn it." Lu Zhishan said softly.
"Actually, cousin, you should reprimand me today, scold me for being ignorant, and then walk away impatiently. I will not be allowed to enter the house again." After finishing the noodles, Mu Nanzhi put down his chopsticks, still lowering his head, and spoke in a very loud voice. Xiao, "My mother said that even she can't stand my presumption, let alone others."
Lu Zhishan said with a smile: "So my daughter has not wanted to enter my house since she returned to the capital?"
Mu Nanzhi nodded slowly: "I'm afraid my cousin will be bored with me too."
"Are you still afraid now?" Lu Zhishan asked with a smile, handing over the handkerchief.
"I'm afraid," Mu Nanzhi took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth with a sly smile, "I'm afraid that the handkerchiefs at my cousin's house are not enough."
The tenth day of the first lunar month in the 21st year of Jiasheng
The Long Live Lord appointed the fourth prince Lu Zhiyue as the crown prince.
The second prince Lu Zhichuan was canonized as Prince Gong, and the third prince Lu Zhihe was crowned Prince Bao.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the twenty-first year of Jiasheng
Lantern Festival
After Mu Nanzhi returned from Beidi, he has been in a state of depression, and he is no longer as cheerful and active as before. In the past six months, his temperament has been much quieter, and he has been living in seclusion in the palace of Princess Duanhui and Heshuo. It looks auspicious. In my eyes, I felt pain in my heart. I always felt that Mu Nanzhi had been wronged in Beidi. All day long, I was thinking about how to make Mu Nanzhi happy. Naturally, when the Lantern Festival came, I was busy urging Mu Nanzhi to change clothes. As soon as it got dark, , Jixiang took Mu Nanzhi and slipped out of the back door of the princess mansion.
"Sir, I heard that this restaurant's Yuanxiao is the most famous. There are not only sweet ones, but also salty ones." When passing by a small restaurant, Jixiang pulled Mu Nanzhi and stopped, pointing to the restaurant. The signboard said to Mu Nanzhi.
Today, both of them are dressed in men's clothing, pretending to be a young master and a servant.
Mu Nanzhi didn't believe it: "Yuanxiao is also salty? I've never heard of it."
"I heard that the owner of this restaurant is from the north, but the wife of the owner is from the south. The Lantern Festival in the owner's hometown is salty. After the wife of the owner got married, the restaurant had salty Yuanxiao." Ji Xiang spoke quickly and babbled for a long time. , and then said with a smile, "Master, I haven't even had a free Yuanxiao meal yet, why don't you feel sorry for me?"
Mu Nanzhi pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, let's go and try it."
"Thank you, sir!" Ji Xiang said with a smile on his face, pulling Mu Nanzhi into the small restaurant.
The restaurant was crowded and very lively. Ji Xiang protected Mu Nanzhi and paid twice the price. Finally, he found an empty private room on the second floor. The private room was not big, quite simple and thin. The thin bamboo curtain couldn't block the noise outside at all, but fortunately it was by the window, so I could see the lively street scene outside.
Ji Xiang regretted inciting Mu Nanzhi to come to such a crowded restaurant. He was so busy that he took a handkerchief and wiped the stools and tables before letting Mu Nanzhi sit down.
Ji Xiang picked up the teapot on the table and looked at it, frowning even more, a little embarrassed: "Sir, how about we change to a cleaner and more elegant restaurant? We won't eat the Lantern Festival today."
"No need, it's nice here. You can see the street view outside." Mu Nanzhi looked at the street view outside the window. It was still the same river, and the lanterns along the river were still bright and colorful, like a sky street.
Mu Nanzhi thought of the plum blossom river lantern from last year, and felt a little dazed. A year had passed like this.