"I didn't like drinking it before, but then I went to the southwest and stayed up day and night. Ordinary tea is not as refreshing as drinking Kuding. In those years, I was always anxious to get angry, so I couldn't do without Kuding."
"But why is it Kuding?" Mu Nanzhi was puzzled, "Why not drink Lotus Heart or Hangbaiju?"
Lu Zhishan explained: "In the beginning, I still drank lotus seeds produced in Hangzhou, but the lotus seeds were expensive, and transporting them from Hangzhou to the southwest was too laborious and expensive. In addition, at that time, I stayed with the soldiers every day. It was really not good and too special, so I later changed it to Kuding from Southwest China. Over the years, I got used to it.”
After hearing this, Mu Nanzhi felt sad for a while, and then whispered: "Since my cousin has left the South Territory now, how about changing this habit?"
Lu Zhishan was startled. This was the first time someone spoke to him like this. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
"I read medical books and asked the doctor, Kuding must not be an ordinary tea to drink. In the past, my cousin worked hard and anxious on the battlefield, so he just drank some Kuding. Now that you have left the battlefield, you should drink this battlefield tea. I have changed my habit. Cousin, you must also know that Kuding is cold in nature and it is not advisable to drink too much, so why not take care of yourself?" Mu Nanzhi looked at the cup of Kuding, paused, and boldly stared at Lu Zhi again. Shan's eyes said seriously, "Cousin, I told you not to be angry. Don't always think about the southern border in the future, okay? It's time for you to let it go. For this country, you tried your best and got the best." Nianhua, I have paid for the favor shown to you by Long Live Lord, and I have also paid for my own leg. Cousin, you have tried your best, so don’t blame yourself anymore, and don’t feel sad anymore, okay?”
Lu Zhishan looked at the girl's crystal eyes, and his throat felt dry. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't open his mouth to the eyes that looked at him with such love.
He actually doesn't like to drink kuding. It's bitter with a hint of firewood, and it's really not that good to drink. But he needs a warning. He can't forget the southern border, and he can't forget the 70,000 soldiers rotting in the damp mud of the southern border. He reminds himself all the time: Lu Yongzhan, you can't forget.
But he didn't expect that this little girl would say such words to him in this silent night.
Not Zhao Jingting, Du Heng or Xie Lun, but Mu Nanzhi.
How could it be her
…
After Mu Nanzhi left, Lu Zhishan sat alone on the couch for a long time. Later, he drank the cold Kuding tea in the cup and asked Song Fu to bring him a cup of milk tea.
"What? Prince, what did you want to drink?" Song Fu couldn't believe his ears.
"Milk tea," Lu Zhishan flipped through the book without raising his eyes, and added, "Add an extra spoonful of honey."
The corner of Song Fu's mouth twitched: "...Yes, I obey your order."
Song Fu floated out of the study and into the kitchen. When he returned to the study with milk tea, he still looked incredulous.
After a while, Lu Zhishan raised his head and glanced at Song Fu: "Is there anything else?"
"My slave, please excuse me." Song Fu was so busy that he left the study.
Lu Zhishan then brought the teacup in front of him and stirred it gently with a white porcelain spoon. The sweet hot air hit his face. He couldn't help but curled his lips, and a gentle smile appeared on his angular face.