Mu Nanzhi lowered his head, picked up a stone, and drew randomly on the ground.
Lu Zhishan nodded to the young man and said with approval: "Yes, he is a warm-blooded man."
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When the villagers from Xiahe Village and Shanghe Village left, it was already past noon. Mu Nanzhi and Lu Zhishan were both a little tired, especially Mu Nanzhi, whose legs were a little numb after sitting on the ground for so long. Lu Zhishan looked at her in a daze, and immediately did not avoid the person, but directly hugged her into his arms and went straight into the backyard.
Mu Nanzhi sat on the soft couch leaning on the soft pillow, watching Ji Xiang set up lunch and then retreating, and watching Lu Zhishan bring a cup of milk tea to her. She took it and took a sip.
"Nanny, are you unhappy?" Lu Zhishan took off his shoes and sat up, hugging Mu Nanzhi from behind, "What's wrong?"
"I'm not unhappy, I'm just a little tired." Mu Nanzhi burrowed into Lu Zhishan's arms, smelling the faint fragrance of agarwood on the man's body. Her originally troubled heart felt at ease at this time, and she pulled her The man played with his fingers and asked in a low voice, "Cousin, Long Live Master really knows that Ruan Xinhuai is doing evil, but still turns a blind eye. Why is this?"
Lu Zhishan was a little surprised. Mu Nanzhi usually didn't like to talk about these things. Sometimes when Du Heng came to report political affairs to her, Mu Nanzhi felt annoyed and would just avoid it. For some reason, Mu Nanzhi suddenly asked about it. This one is coming.
After a pause, Lu Zhishan said in a deep voice: "As soon as Prince Huai concluded the agreement with Siam and Tubo, he recommended Ruan Xinhuai to Lord Long Live. It is said that Ruan Xinhuai's ability and qualifications are not qualified for the post of Jingzhao Prefecture. Yes, Long Live Master naturally knows it well, but he still agrees to Prince Huai, just for the sake of those eight hundred beauties. Someone has to do such evil things. "
"Oh," Mu Nanzhi said in a muffled voice, nuzzling into Lu Zhishan's arms again, and after a long time he said in a muffled voice, "Cousin, I have a little headache."
Lu Zhishan untied Mu Nanzhi's ponytail and let her black hair fall down. He gently followed Mu Nanzhi's hair and gently pressed Mu Nanzhi's scalp with his fingertips: "That's good. Is it ready?”
"Well, it's much more comfortable," Mu Nanzhi grunted, paused, and said, "Cousin, if that young man from southern Xinjiang really goes to the battlefield, what will his wife do? It's so pitiful. "
"Nanny, his parents died in Siam. He has the right to avenge his parents," Lu Zhishan said softly, "As long as a bloody son can't avenge his parents' revenge, he will live a happy life. What’s the point?”
"I know it all, but... But what about his wife? What about his children?" Mu Nanzhi muttered, "Of course he has the right to avenge his parents, but doesn't he accompany his wife and take care of her?" The obligation of his children? Cousin, this is really unfair to his wife and children. "
"So, everyone has their own focus and pursuits. Therefore, they will make choices and choose the path they want to take. They may be selfish or helpless, but they will always follow their hearts. There is always something you have to do," Lu Zhishan held the child's hair and gently said, "Nanny, we can't influence or judge other people's choices and lives. "