Dali women have a marriage ceremony at the age of fifteen, and men have a coronation ceremony at the age of eighteen. They can get married after the ceremony. They don't get married until they are twenty-two years old, and they are still the eldest princes. It is really too late.
"The wedding date was originally scheduled a few years earlier, but I was leading troops on the southwest front and couldn't leave, so we postponed it for three or four years."
"My cousin has such a good temper. I would have been so angry that I would have vomited blood, so I wouldn't have wanted to wait for you." Mu Nanzhi couldn't help but sigh.
Lu Zhishan said with a smile: "She has a very good temper."
Mu Nanzhi observed Lu Zhishan's expression. The man's expression was calm and without any fluctuations, so she dared to continue asking: "Did my cousin meet my cousin before the wedding?"
Lu Zhishan took a sip of tea and shook his head: "No, I was drunk on the wedding day and didn't even lift the hijab for her. It was only the next day that I could see what she looked like."
In fact, they could have met each other before the marriage. At that time, before Lu Mingwei proposed marriage to him, he sent someone all the way to deliver Duan's portrait and asked him if he liked it. However, the war was tight at that time and he was too lazy to look at it. I don't know where he stuffed the portrait. Later, he hurriedly wrote a letter to the capital, saying that he would obey his father's arrangements, and then Lu Mingwei issued an edict to get married.
"Cousin, do you still... still think of your cousin?"
Lu Zhishan didn't speak, but looked at the lingering Kuding in the cup, a little dazed.
Will you think of her
Lu Zhishan thought of Duan's suppressed cough and his eyes full of fine lines.
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Mu Nanzhi realized that she had made a mistake and fidgeted for a long time without seeing Lu Zhishan speak. She gave Lu Zhishan a chopstick of green bamboo shoots and whispered: "Cousin, you can eat some more."
Lu Zhishan came back to his senses, looked at the girl's embarrassed face, ate the green bamboo shoots with the chopsticks, and then said slowly: "I will think of it sometimes."
"Oh." Mu Nanzhi felt a little depressed for some reason.
"She makes tea very well, and her craftsmanship is not inferior to that of the tea-serving maids in the palace. She is also good at chess. She can play chess and Go. She is also very good at music. She is proficient in all kinds of silk, bamboo and orchestral music. Among them, she plays the pipa the best, by the way. "She can also make drinks," Lu Zhishan rubbed the tea cup, his eyes and voice were very soft, "She is a very good woman, I am not worthy of her, and I am sorry for her."
During Duan's last days, Lu Zhishan stayed with her every day. Duan was very happy and not as cautious as before. They drank tea, played chess, played the piano and chanted poems together, and even got drunk, like a couple who had known each other for many years. He respected the Duan family and felt ashamed of the Duan family. He later thought that if he had not gone to the southwest, but stayed in the capital to get along with the Duan family day and night, he would have fallen in love with this quiet and elegant woman, but After all, it was missed.
He had never told anyone this, including Song Fu, who was loyal to him, but on this quiet night, he was talking to this little girl who was only fifteen years old.
Lu Zhishan looked at the shiny gold hairpin on the girl's hair, and felt a strange warmth in his heart.
"My cousin is so kind, it's such a pity."
Mu Nanzhi felt even more depressed. He was also free, so he had nothing to do to ask his cousin and sister-in-law about their personal affairs.
"Don't want to eat?" Lu Zhishan asked.
"I can't eat anymore," Mu Nanzhi wiped his mouth, and when he saw the handkerchief clearly, he was embarrassed again, "Cousin, you... don't ask for this handkerchief. You must not be short of it anyway." piece."