Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Chapter 15: The down-and-out prince 7

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"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.

The last time she came here was at night, and the light in the dining room was dim. In addition, she didn't dare to look at Lu Zhishan at all, so she only took a general look. Today, she was so close that Mu Nanzhi couldn't even see Lu Zhishan's forehead. The velvet hair was clearly visible. The face had sharp edges and corners, the skin was a little rough, and it was also a bronze color that was rare among the nobles of the capital. His eyebrows were thick and straight, and his eyes were bright. He didn't have the slightest bit of the weak and scholarly spirit that was popular in the capital. Mu Nanzhi suddenly One word came to mind, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but I felt that Lu Zhishan's eyebrows could not be summed up by the words sword eyebrows and starry eyes. I always felt that something was missing.

Lu Zhishan's facial features can only be regarded as regular when viewed separately, but when put together, he has an aura of calmness and dignity. This kind of temperament can only be tempered by the iron and blood of the battlefield. He is not like the three The prince was as handsome as a banished immortal, and none of the four princes were as exquisite in facial features, but Lu Zhishan's appearance was definitely the most unforgettable among the princes.

Mu Nanzhi suddenly understood why Long Live Lord loved the eldest prince so much in the past. He was so outstanding. He was born with a proud and upright character, and was dazzling from head to toe. He must have been a wrathful young man more than ten years ago. He is so handsome that anyone who sees him has to praise him as a good son. Naturally, the Long Live Lord cannot help but be overjoyed to have a son like this.

"Cousin, you can use the medicine I brought you last time. It's quite effective." Mu Nanzhi's eyes fell on the cashmere blanket covering Lu Zhishan's legs. The blanket was not thick and outlined the lower face. The outline of the two legs he was sitting on. Mu Nanzhi looked at the two bulging knees with pity in his eyes. A hero like his cousin, if his legs really couldn't get better, he would have to stay in bed every day. It's really a pity inside the Prince's Mansion.

"Okay, I remember to use it," Lu Zhishan nodded gently, then pointed to the food box on the ground and asked, "What's here again?"

"Oh, I forgot about this. Fortunately, my cousin reminded me. Cousin, look, here are five-color fruits and a plate of longevity cakes," Mu Nanzhi said hurriedly, while opening the food box, he explained to Lu Zhi in a low voice. Shan Ting said, "This is the custom of Beidi. When you go to pay homage to the deceased, you have to make two plates of fruit and bring them to the deceased as a token of condolence. I don't know how to make cakes. These five-color fruits are the ones I gave to the nuns at home. I made this plate of Fushou cake. I don’t know how it tastes. Cousin, do you want to try it?”

"I'm really hungry," Lu Zhishan put the two plates of cakes on the altar table, casually took a piece of longevity cake and put it into his mouth. Seeing Mu Nanzhi staring at him uneasily, Lu Zhishan said again He smiled and said, "The pastries taste good, even better than Caizhizhai's."

Mu Nanzhi breathed a sigh of relief, paused, and then said: "I see that my cousin has lost a lot of money compared to two months ago. It is a pity that my cousin died young, but my cousin must cherish himself."

Lu Zhishan wiped his hands and reached out to brush away a few pieces of paper dust on Mu Nanzhi's shoulders: "It's getting late, let's go back."

The numbness in Mu Nanzhi's legs had already passed, and he bowed to Duan's tomb again, and then exited the mourning hall with the food box. As soon as he left the mourning hall, he felt the cold wind blowing on his face, and Mu Nanzhi was so busy that he She pulled off her cloak and walked out step by step against the wind. The mourning hall behind her got farther and farther away, and she suddenly felt nostalgic for the warmth in the mourning hall.