"Hey hey hey, even though they are flattering words, I also like to hear them," the child's dark eyes were full of smiles. It didn't matter that he was so proud. As soon as his hand was loosened, the scissors went astray, and the child immediately His eyes widened and his eyes suddenly turned red, "Cousin, cousin, I didn't mean it! Cousin..."
Lu Zhishan was afraid that the child would touch his hand, so he was so busy that he took the scissors from the child's hand, then took a handkerchief to cover the wound, while stroking the child's messy hair: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a It’s a small cut, and it doesn’t hurt at all. It’s the first time I combed my daughter’s hair, so didn’t I also comb out some of her hair?”
"But...but you're bleeding," the child felt extremely guilty and frustrated. "It's all me. It's all my fault. I can't do anything."
"What's wrong with Nannan?" Lu Zhishan asked hurriedly, pulling the child in front of him, "Kiss Nannan, and my cousin won't feel any pain."
As expected, Mu Nanzhi leaned over for a kiss and asked the man cautiously: "Does this not hurt?"
Lu Zhishan frowned: "No, it still hurts a little."
Mu Nazhi was so busy that he lay down again, hugged the man's head and kissed him hard several times: "What about this? Does it still hurt?"
Lu Zhishan got up and said, "No, it hurts! It hurts! I can't stand it anymore!"
Mu Nanzhi: “…”
"Nanny, it hurts so much!" Lu Zhishan looked pitiful, holding Mu Nanzhi's hand and begging, "Nanny, just feel sorry for my cousin!"
The corner of Mu Nanzhi's mouth twitched: "... Lu Zhishan, can you please have a little face?"
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The second day of February in the 28th year of Jiasheng
Prince Huai's Mansion.
Backyard den.
Lu Zhiyue has been able to get out of bed long ago, but he is still unwilling to go out. He has not gone to court these days. He has always been nestled in the palace, and he is always miserable.
He felt that he was really embarrassed.
This was not just because he was punished by Lu Zhishan.
Compared with other princes, he has a lot of bad records.
From hiding weapons, to being stabbed in the hunting ground, to the sudden death of Prince Gong, no matter what he did or not, everything was inseparable from him. It is really embarrassing, but in the end, these things are all His father also hid the secrets in the palace from him. Later, his mother and queen mother died one after another. His father took pity on him and allowed him to become the prince. Then this time because of Ruan Xinhuai's incident, and this Once, his father couldn't hide it for him. He had lost face everywhere. Now he didn't want to go out, but he still felt that the servants in the palace were secretly laughing at him, so he took the servant again. Everyone rushed to the front yard, and he stayed alone in the backyard for most of the day. He didn't even take a sip from the pot of tea, which went from hot to cold. He stared blankly at the dead branches outside the window, seemingly unaware of himself. The chapped lips are not even noticeable as the sky is darkened.
He just felt that this year's winter was so cold and so long. It was already February, but it was still so cold.
"Your Majesty." The guard walked in cautiously. From the front yard to the back yard, the palace was gloomy and there was no trace of fireworks. At this time, facing the dead Lu Zhiyue, he felt even more uneasy.
"Your Majesty?" Seeing that Lu Zhiyue didn't respond, the guard had no choice but to shout again.
The "Tyrant" book has to be discontinued for some reason~ It's a pity~ I finished it that day~ I'll inform everyone to read it~ Sorry~