"I...I'm not angry, it's just...why did you suddenly ask this?" Mu Nanzhi's cheeks were also red, and he was so shy. Then he blinked and leaned into Princess Jing'an's ear and said, "I... didn't seem to have it at that time."
Princess Jing'an was startled: "You don't have one either?"
"Yeah, no, I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but I was quite puzzled when I thought about it later, because Auntie Xishi told me about this before, and the bride would definitely get red on the first night of the wedding, but I just didn't Ah," Mu Nanzhi blushed and continued to talk to Princess Jing'an, "Later I asked my cousin, and my cousin said that I climbed up and down all day long, and played with swords and sticks, so it makes sense that I didn't fall red. , let me not think too much.”
"Are you serious?" Princess Jing'an's eyes widened, "Isn't it true that everyone has Luo Hong?"
"Probably so," Mu Nanzhi nodded. "I'm afraid only those ladies who never leave the door, never move a step, and have bound feet will be famous. People like us who come from foreign countries will be famous." My big feet are naturally incomparable to that girl with a big screwdriver, but then again, I don’t want to bind my little feet, let alone not leaving the door without taking a step forward. If that were the case, it would really kill me. Suffocated to death."
Mu Nanzhi is from Beidi, and Princess Jing'an is from Korea, so neither of them have their feet bound, and their rules since childhood were not as strict as those of Dali.
When Ting Mu Nanzhi said this, Princess Jing'an breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her heart: "So that's it."
"Yeah, that's it. Actually, it's nothing. If you think about how beautiful the wedding is, it's actually quite scary to make it so bloody..." Mu Nanzhi rambled, suddenly staring and holding on. He grabbed Princess Jing'an's hand and said, "No! Jing'an, what did you just say?!"
Princess Jing'an looked confused: "What did I say?"
"You just said that you don't have Luo Hong!" Mu Nanzhi couldn't hide the joy on her face. Looking at Princess Jing'an, her face turned even redder. She couldn't help teasing Princess Jing'an, "That What does ye mean? Hey, how long do you plan to keep this from me?"
Princess Jing'an was so ashamed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl in. She covered her face and was so embarrassed that she was speechless: "Anle, please stop asking...please stop asking, okay?"
"No! No! Tell me quickly!" Mu Nanzhi stood up and squatted in front of Princess Jing'an, shaking Princess Jing'an's arm, "I want to hear everything! Everything! If you dare not to say it, then I will Go ahead and ask Du Heng!"
"No! Don't, don't, don't! I said it, I said it!" Princess Jing'an was so busy that she grabbed Mu Nanzhi and gave him a shy look, "What a narrow-minded, bad girl."
"Hehehe, you have to be bad to have meat to eat," Mu Nanzhi drank the milk tea in the cup in one breath and urged, "Say it quickly!"
Princess Jing'an blushed and whispered: "A while ago, Long Live Lord always called me into the palace to chant sutras for him. One day, Long Live Lord accidentally asked me if I had ever thought about getting married again? It didn't matter. That's all. Got into his ears..."
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forecourt.
study.
"General, the secret memorial from Qinghai has arrived," Du Heng handed the memorial in front of Lu Zhishan with a happy face, "General Zhao Jingting may have good news."