Lu Zhishan nodded, seeming a little sentimental: "I know, I just don't feel very good."
Mu Nanzhi came to Dali when he was five years old. He had been a proton in Dali for so many years, and now he had to be a proton for him again. He felt really sad.
Du Heng didn't think so much, but he also knew to follow Lu Zhishan's words: "General, don't be sad. The princess's suffering is only temporary, and the future is long."
"Okay, you go down and have a rest." Lu Zhishan waved his hand for Du Heng to step back. He didn't stay too long and left the study. However, he didn't rush back to the backyard, but went straight to the wing.
He stood outside the wing and knocked on the door: "Song Fu?"
"Hey!" Song Fu responded hurriedly in the room, then hurriedly put on his clothes and shoes and came to open the door, "Your Majesty, do you have something to tell your servant?"
Lu Zhishan nodded, a little unkindly: "The princess will go to Mount Wutai tomorrow morning. Can you make some fresh pastries for the princess now so that she can take them with her on the way?"
In fact, a new batch of pastries had been made in the kitchen in the afternoon, but Lu Zhishan always felt that it was not too fresh. He thought that if it was done now, the children would be able to eat it hot on the road tomorrow, so he called Song The door of blessing.
"Yes, I'll go and make arrangements now," Song Fu responded hurriedly, and said to Lu Zhishan, "Your Majesty, it's enough for the slaves to keep an eye on you. You can go back to the backyard and rest."
Lu Zhishan shook his head: "I can't sleep. Fortunately, let's make cakes with you."
Song Fu was shocked: "Your Majesty, you can't do it! I can just let the slaves do this work, how can I let Your Majesty handle it?"
Lu Zhishan shook his head again: "I'm afraid I won't be able to celebrate the princess's birthday this year, so I'll make some cakes for her myself, which can be regarded as a token of my affection."
Song Fu couldn't say anything else, so he took Lu Zhishan to the kitchen.
Where can I make pastries in Luzhishan? Even though he was an expert at wielding knives and sticks, he had trouble handling the kitchen knife and rolling pin. In the end, he gave the rolling pin to Song Fu and said: "I'll light the fire." "
However, he couldn't make the fire well, either it was too big or too small, and the cakes that came out of the first pot didn't look or taste good. Song Fu was a little embarrassed, and he was too embarrassed to chase him away, but Lu Zhishan still had self-awareness. , exited the kitchen, and returned to the backyard with a smoky smell all over his body.
He went straight to the back garden, picked four round and large pomegranates from the pomegranate tree, and carried them to the side hall. Under the candlelight, he sat on the soft couch and patiently peeled the red pomegranates one by one. He peeled the pomegranates very carefully. There was no peel or residue at all. It took him half an hour to peel the four pomegranates. He put the pomegranates carefully in the food box, hoping to wait until dawn to hand them over to Jixiang and take them with him to eat on the road. .
After peeling the pomegranate, Lu Zhishan left the side hall and entered the main hall. When he reached the entrance of the sleeping hall, he stopped again and sniffed his sleeves, and then walked out quietly. He was afraid of the smell of oil smoke on his body. It was too pungent and would wake Mu Nanzhi up. He bathed and changed clothes in the side hall before returning to the sleeping hall.
It was already getting light at this time, and he had no intention of sleeping. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Mu Nanzhi's peaceful sleeping face at dawn. Maybe it was too hot, so Mu Nanzhi pushed the quilt downwards, revealing his full face. Mu Nanzhi was sleeping deeply on his chest covered with red marks, and his chest full of marks was rising and falling slightly in front of Lu Zhishan.