Mu Nanzhi looked at the bright yellow pomelo, orange and tangerine on the table, and his eyes turned red for a moment.
What should I do
She really missed Lu Zhishan.
Why hasn't Lu Zhishan come back and pick her up from the mountain
She really doesn't want to stay in Mount Wutai for a moment. She can't learn to be pure and ascetic at all. She talks about Buddha, but in her heart she is thinking about her man. She really misses her man every day. It's terrible!
Princess Jing'an saw Mu Nanzhi's expression was wrong and was shocked: "You... don't cry!"
"No, it's nothing," Mu Nanzhi held back his tears and grinned at Princess Jing'an, "I just haven't eaten oranges for a long time, so I'm a little excited."
Princess Jing'an: "...Okay."
"I can only give you one orange, and I want to keep one." Mu Nanzhi pushed an orange to Princess Jing'an, and then pushed two tangerines over, "I'll give you these two tangerines, and we'll give you these grapefruits." Let’s eat together now.”
Princess Jing'an was so busy that she waved her hand: "I won't eat it, you can keep it for yourself."
"It's not meat, why don't you eat it?" Mu Nanzhi disagreed, and while letting Jixiang carry the pomelo to peel it, he said to Princess Jing'an, "It's okay if you don't eat squab, but you have to try the pomelo. "Today is my birthday, so you should celebrate it with me."
Mu Nanzhi said so, Princess Jing'an couldn't refuse anymore. Jixiang brought the peeled pomelo in, and Mu Nanzhi also asked Jixiang to sit down, and the three of them ate the whole pomelo together.
After Princess Jing'an left, Mu Nanzhi lay on the small table and looked at the tangerines and oranges on it. He couldn't get enough of it. Jixiang couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over and reminded her: "Princess, the Queen Mother asked you to copy the scriptures." "Wen, you haven't copied a single word."
"Ignore her, just say that I am sick and can't copy the book." Mu Nanzhi said, still staring at Tangerine and Orange.
Jixiang wondered: "What disease is it?"
"Lovesickness." Mu Nazhi said boldly.
The corner of Jixiang's mouth twitched: "...are you really telling the Queen Mother that?"
"...Jixiang, you are too naive," Mu Nanzhi glanced at Jixiang and turned his wrist bitterly, "Why don't you quickly spread the paper and grind it for me?! The Queen Mother now only wishes that she could pick me eight hundred times a day. Wrong, could I still take the initiative to send it?"
"Yes, slave, I obey."
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Jiasheng 24th December 15th
The drought in Jiangnan has been alleviated, and Long Live Lord ordered Prince Ning to return to Beijing.
Before setting off, Lu Zhishan summoned officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs, Ministry of Industry, and local officials to the Suzhou magistrate's office to discuss follow-up matters. Although the drought had been alleviated, waterwheels and irrigation canals still had to be spread throughout the south of the Yangtze River. Lu Zhishan Zhishan left three officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Works to supervise the follow-up matters, and set off back to Beijing the next day.
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Jiasheng 24th December 16th
It's night in Zhenjiang.
In a quiet courtyard outside Zhenjiang City.
Lu Zhishan was sitting in front of the window drinking tea, flipping through a book of "Historical Records". He used to only like to read the Art of War, but recently he likes to read "Historical Records" very much. In the past, Zhang Ziang asked him to read more "Historical Records", but he didn't put it down much. In my heart, now that I have entered middle age, I finally understand my husband’s painstaking efforts.
"... To kill a son to suit the king is inhumane and unacceptable. To marry a son from behind to suit the king is inhumane and difficult to get close to. To leave the palace to suit the king is inhumane and difficult to get close to..." Lu Zhishan's eyes wandered over this line for a few short seconds. He looked at the dozen or so words for a long time.