"So, you came to Southern Xinjiang now?" After a pause, Zhou Chi said, "Just to escape?"
"Yes, and no. Of course I want to escape from her, but I really can't stay in the capital anymore," Lu Zhicheng said, pursing his lips in a self-deprecating tone, "The wind, frost, sword, and the undercurrent are surging. I originally thought that I I’m used to it, but suddenly I realized that I still haven’t practiced enough.”
Zhou Chi said in a deep voice: "Then don't practice. The sky is vast in southern Xinjiang. There are no wind knives, frost swords, or undercurrents."
"Yes, Southern Xinjiang is a new world for me," Lu Zhicheng smiled, with relief and a touch of joy, "So, even if I am not accustomed to the climate, I will accept it. I don't want to go back to wealth at all. "
Zhou Chi also laughed: "What? Are you used to it now?"
"Are you getting used to it?" Lu Zhicheng said, suddenly overjoyed, "No, no, it will take a few days to get used to it."
Zhou Chi was confused: "How many days will it take? How do you know?"
"If I say I have adapted now, I am afraid that you, the dignified governor of Guangxi, will not cook for me," Lu Zhicheng smiled lowly, his chest shaking, with the cunning and cheerfulness unique to the young man, " It's rare that you can stay in the camp for a few more days, so I have to eat enough, otherwise I would have spent the whole afternoon waiting for you, hehe."
Zhou Chi was startled, then laughed and scolded: "Your virtue of only taking advantage and not suffering any loss was learned in the capital, right?"
Lu Zhicheng chuckled and said nothing.
"It's not impossible, but you can give me some osmanthus wine," Zhou Chi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the injuries on his back no longer hurt, and he felt much lighter, "I'm craving for wine today." Very greedy."
"Okay, let's pour three glasses of wine into half a catty, and see who can drink it down first," Lu Zhicheng smiled brightly and heartily, "But we have to wait until you are healed."
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August 15th, the 28th year of Jiasheng
Xihuai Villa.
Lu Zhishan is many times busier than in previous years. He leaves early and comes home late. Naturally, the burden of arranging the Mid-Autumn Festival celebration this year falls on Mu Nanzhi.
So when it was dark, Lu Zhishan felt the child crawl out of the quilt gently, kissed him carefully, and then climbed out of bed again. Lu Zhishan suppressed a smile and also brought Curious, I don’t know what the child is going to do.
Mu Nanzhi got out of bed and leaned over to check again. She found that Lu Zhishan was still sleeping deeply. She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned over to kiss the man's lips without daring to use any force. He touched it briefly, then picked up the shoes and ran out.
"Princess, are you up?" Ji Xiang called softly from outside the door.
"Get up," Mu Nanzhi said hurriedly, running barefoot to open the door for Ji Xiang, while putting his finger to his mouth and shushing, "Keep your voice down, don't disturb the prince, he has been here for the past few days. He’s very tired, let him have a good sleep.”
"Okay," Ji Xiang nodded hurriedly, and whispered as he came in to dress up Mu Nanzhi, "The cook has already prepared the noodles and is just waiting for the princess to come over."
"Okay, let's go now," Mu Nanzhi took a sip of tea and asked Ji Xiang, "How many kinds of stuffing have you prepared?"
"Five kernels and lotus paste," Ji Xiang said with a smile, "The princess told the prince that he likes to eat southern Xinjiang flavor, so she specially prepared ham and duck egg yolk."
The characters in the article are all adults~