Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"Now the body is suffering from this terrible disease, and it will drag down the county king again. Please ask the county king Enzhun to let the body move out of the palace ..."

"Don't say anything," Lu Zhishan held Duan's hand and tried to calm himself down. "It must be a misdiagnosis. I will go to the palace tomorrow and ask Tai Qin personally."

"King King!" Duanshi lay on Lu Zhishan's lap with tears in his eyes, "Xiao Shen was satisfied that he could meet Shang Jun before his death ... Xun Shen never dared to think that the king was so good ... "

"Don't talk, just go back to your room and rest, don't talk nonsense."

"King King, Bian Shen has been married to the King's Mansion for four years. The King is rare to return to Beijing for a long stay. This year, I finally can celebrate the New Year in Beijing, but I don't know if Bing Shen will survive the end of the year and reunite with the King ...

"Don't talk nonsense, healed me, and we will spend the year together."

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In the end, Duanshi did not survive the New Year's Eve, and the moon was off on the 23rd.

At dawn that day, Lu Zhishan woke up suddenly and did not hear a coughing sound from the next door. He was so stagnant that he was too busy to jump out of bed and limped into the inner room. Duan was lying on his back. On the bed, his face was calm, his face was soaked in white, and his chest was no longer undulating. Lu Zhishan fell down on the ground, covering his face, and cried.

He didn't love this woman, and he didn't love it at all, but he felt distressed and felt that the whole person had collapsed.

At that time, he was unwilling to return to Beijing to marry him, but he was in divine fate. He dragged his days and returned to the capital one day before the wedding. The father and queen were very unhappy, but Duanshi never did. In the slightest resentment, I remember he was drunk and drunk and forgot to lift her hijab at the candle-lit night, and she was born in the bed with more than ten kilograms of Feng Guanxia for a whole night. He Yanyue said that he brought a new piece of melon slice tea from his family and asked him if he wanted to try it.

Then he said that she loved to drink Kuding, and she suddenly panicked. She repeatedly pleaded guilty to saying that she didn't know how the king liked her, but she was unwise for his wife, and then hurriedly asked her to prepare Kuding tea.

At that time, he looked at the woman's carefulness, feeling very boring, and he was too lazy to talk to her.

At that time, he didn't even think that when he dragged his left leg back to Beijing and everyone avoided him like a scorpion, she was trying to run the mansion for him, no matter how to reduce the cost. On the other hand, he always had the best Hainan Kuding, in a dining room, a warm house, a study, and a dormitory. A pot of Kuding was always in the place where he usually stayed.

In fact, what about drinking a slice of melon that day? Why would you rather look at her like walking on thin ice and not smile at her, let alone the first day of wedding.

It is nothing more than heart.

For ten years, he was silently concerned about the little girl with only one side, but he refused to give his pillow a little pity.

How can a person be so cool? So cruel?

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He didn't spend much time with Duanshi, but in the early morning dawn, facing Duanshi's cold body, he suddenly remembered many trivial matters. He was sorry for her.

He hadn't apologized, he didn't make up, and she just went like that.

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In the coming years, Duan ’s funeral should not be dragged over the New Year. It is inevitable that the funeral is simpler. Duan is a relative granddaughter of Zuo Xiangyun and a county princess. The family also received a lung puppet, so the people who worshiped at the door were only condolence in the front yard, and no one wanted to enter the backyard. Lu Zhishan never showed up, and he was sitting in front of the spirit and burned paper money for Duanshi, leaving only Song Fu. Reception in the front yard.

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