"I gave my cousin two daffodils and a painting yesterday. My cousin must not be stingy today."
Lu Zhishan couldn't help but laugh: "Can yours be called a painting?"
Mu Nanzhi pouted dissatisfiedly: "Isn't it a ghost-drawing talisman?"
Lu Zhishan smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not even comparable to the ghost-drawing talisman."
Mu Nanzhi was not annoyed and said with a smile: "As long as my cousins can understand. My five-year-old Dali was said to be raised under the Queen Mother's knees, but in fact she was raised by a nanny. That nanny It was good that my grandma could take care of my food, clothing, housing and transportation at an old age, but how could she care about anything else? Later, it wasn’t until the Queen Mother remembered to hire a female gentleman for me when I was ten years old, so it was already good that I could read, let alone Painting is done.”
Lu Zhishan nodded: "Yes, as long as I can understand the left and right."
"Green ants' newly fermented wine, small red clay stove. It's snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?" Mu Nanzhi lazily leaned on the soft couch, admiring the snowy scene outside, and sighed to Lu Zhishan, "Cousin, we are just short of a jar of old wine now."
Lu Zhishan also relied on softness. Whenever Mu Nanzhi got along with him, he would always be made lazy: "What? Nanny wants to drink?"
Mu Nanzhi hurriedly shook his head: "I don't want to drink it. It's bitter and spicy. It doesn't taste good at all. I don't know why you adults like that one."
Lu Zhishan smiled and said nothing. He remembered that he asked Lu Mingwei the same question when he first drank. He no longer remembered how Lu Mingwei answered him, but when he went to the military camp, he became more and more confused. I like wine more and more, and my drinking capacity is getting bigger and bigger.
As for why he likes drinking, he really hasn't thought about it. Now that he thinks about it carefully, he actually doesn't like drinking so much, but likes the atmosphere, drinking a jar of wine with the soldiers while talking and laughing, that kind of atmosphere, that kind of friendship. , making him particularly nostalgic.
"Cousin, does Deng really want to kill me to collect my blood to make medicine for the young prince?" After a long silence, Mu Nanzhi suddenly asked Lu Zhishan.
Lu Zhishan didn't know how she thought of this. He paused and then said, "It's all over. Nannan, don't think about these bad things anymore."
"Then it's true," Mu Nanzhi's eyes were stunned, and he threw half of the almond cake in his hand back into the plate, and said dullly, "I knew early on that the capital was full of dragons, ponds, and tiger's dens, so I was always very careful. , but I didn’t realize that I almost became someone else’s victim because of my confusion.”
Lu Zhishan looked at the girl's frustrated face and said softly: "With my cousin here, I don't have to be careful in the future."
Mu Nanzhi suddenly met Lu Zhishan's eyes: "Cousin, my cousin has been dead for a long time. You... have you ever thought about getting married again and having children?"
Lu Zhishan was startled, then slowly rubbed the tea lid with his fingers, and said in a deep voice: "Nanny, do you want me to get married and have children?"
"What do I hope for? You will always get married and have children." Mu Nanzhi lowered his head again, stared at the half-eaten almond cake, and said in a low voice, "I heard that the Goryeo royal family intends to marry Dali. It’s a royal marriage, and I’ll marry a princess next spring.”
Lu Zhishan raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
"I also heard that Lord Long Live gave my cousin vegetables on New Year's Eve." Mu Nanzhi's voice became even lower.
Lu Zhishan asked in a funny tone: "So you think Lord Long Live wants me to marry that Princess of Korea?"