Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Chapter 14: The down-and-out prince 6

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Lu Zhishan never showed up, sitting in front of the funeral and burning paper money to Duan, leaving only Song Fu to receive him in the front yard.

When Mu Nanzhi came to express his condolences in the backyard, Song Fu was startled. Then he bowed and led Mu Nanzhi into the backyard with tears in his eyes. He was the first person willing to go to the backyard to express his condolences to Mr. Duan.

Along the way, Mu Nanzhi looked at the empty courtyards, pavilions, and bare trees, and felt dull and uncomfortable in his heart.

Walking to the main hall, Song Fu was about to step forward to announce the news. Mu Nanzhi waved his hand: "You go to the front yard to do your work. I can go in here by myself."

Song Fu hesitantly agreed, and before leaving, he sighed and said to Mu Nanzhi: "Please forgive the county prince. This year, the county prince has had a really hard time."

It is indeed too painful to be defeated, become crippled, lose all favors, and lose his wife at the end of his life.

Mu Nazhi moved to the front of the main hall step by step, watching the man sitting in front of the funeral with a calm face, putting the paper money into the brazier one by one. Mu Nazhi looked at the man's profile in the firelight and stopped. .

"Cousin," Mu Nanzhi hesitated for a long time before speaking. When her cousin called out, her face felt slightly hot, but her heart felt much more comfortable, "I'm here to pay homage to my cousin."

Lu Zhishan raised his head when he heard the sound. He couldn't see the girl's face clearly against the light, but he could also see that she was dressed plainly. She only had the simplest comb and no jewelry. He didn't say anything and only nodded at the girl. head.

Mu Nanzhi walked slowly to the soul, put the food box in his hand aside, then knelt down on the futon, kowtowed three times to Duan's memorial tablet, and then took some incense from the sacrificial table and lit it.

After the memorial ceremony was over, Mu Nanzhi knelt down without moving. He reached out and grabbed a handful of paper money, and threw them into the brazier one by one. The fire flickered, bringing a strange warmth.

"Let's go," Lu Zhishan said without raising his head, his voice was deep, "Go back home and wait for the reward. Don't break the rules."

This day is the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. It was made by Dali ancestors. On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor gave rewards to the royal family.

"I... I told the housekeeper to wait for the reward before I went out. There is no need to go back too early," Mu Nanzhi whispered, not even daring to raise his head because he was lying, "Cousin, I will stay with you for a while."

Lu Zhishan did not chase Mu Nanzhi anymore. The two of them sat and knelt in front of the funeral without saying anything. They threw paper money into the brazier one after another in tacit agreement. Paper ashes flew up and fell down again. Both of them had some on them, but neither of them cared.

"Don't worry." After a while, Lu Zhishan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Mu Nanzhi, "She will be buried tomorrow. My legs and feet are inconvenient and I can't go out. I'm afraid it will be difficult to worship her in the future. I just want to spend more time with her today. a while."

"Yes, then... I'll leave first," Mu Nanzhi was so busy that he threw all the paper money in his hand into the brazier. He stood up in a hurry, but felt that his legs were numb. He was so busy that he put his hands on the ground and sat down. On the ground, she looked at Lu Zhishan with some embarrassment, "I also... will spend more time with my cousin."

Lu Zhishan suddenly curled his lips and showed a shallow smile. He took out a handful of paper money and continued to throw it in one by one. Mu Nanzhi rubbed his legs while looking at the rough hands, and then thought about it. The other prince's white fingers and delicate eyebrows suddenly said: "Cousin, you have worked hard."

Lu Zhishan glanced at her and smiled again: "There are no hard-working people in this world."

"But you work harder than others." Mu Nanzhi flattened his mouth and said, grabbing another handful of paper money in his hand, throwing them away one by one, while looking at Lu Zhishan.