Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Lu Zhishan nodded, seemingly a little sentimental: "I know, but I don't feel good about it."

Mu Nanzhi came to Dali at the age of five and has done protons in Dali for so many years. Now he has to make another proton for him. He is really sad.

Du Heng did not think so much, but also knew to speak along Lu Zhishan: "The general must not be sad, the princess was only a moment of suffering, so come to Japan to grow up."

"Okay, you can go down and rest." Lu Zhishan waved his hand to let Du Heng back down. He didn't stay too much and went out of the study, but instead of rushing to the backyard, he went straight to the box.

He stood outside the box and knocked on the door: "Song Fu?"

"Ah!" Song Fu was so busy in the room that he hurriedly dressed and shoes to open the door. "Master, is there something to tell the slaves?"

Lu Zhishan nodded, a little uncomfortable: "The princess will go to Wutai Mountain tomorrow morning, can you hurry up and make some fresh pastries for the princess, so that she can take it with her on the road."

In fact, a new batch of pastries has been made in the kitchen in the afternoon, but Lu Zhishan always feels not too fresh, thinking that it is ready at this time, Minger children can still eat hot on the road, so this is the song. Blessed door.

"Yes, the slaves will go to Zhang Luo," Song Fu said in a busy voice, and said to Lu Zhishan, "Master, you can just stare at the slaves, you can go back to the backyard and rest."

Lu Zhishan shook his head: "I can't sleep, but fortunately I will make pastries with you."

Song Fu was taken aback: "Master, don't make it! This screwdriver is a trick to let the slaves do it. How can Master Wang handle it?"

Lu Zhishan shook his head again: "I'm afraid I can't keep up with the birthday of the princess this year. I personally made some pastries for her.

Song Fu couldn't say more, and now took Lu Zhishan to the kitchen.

Where does Lu Zhishan make pastries? Don't look at him as a master of dancing knives, but he didn't make the kitchen knife rolling pin in the kitchen anymore, and finally gave up the rolling pin to Song Fu, and said, "I'll give it a fire. "

However, his fire did not burn well, either it was too big or too small. The cakes from the first pot of cakes did not look good. Song Fu was a little bit embarrassed, but he was embarrassed to drive him, but Lu Zhishan and self-knowledge , Exited the kitchen, back to the backyard with a smoky smell.

He went straight to the back garden, picked four round and large pomegranates from the pomegranate tree, and hugged to the side hall. Under candlelight, he sat on the soft couch and patiently peeled the red and pomegranates one by one. He peeled it very carefully. He didn't peel any pomace. He peeled four pomegranates for half an hour. He put the pomegranates in the food box. He wanted to wait until dawn and give them to the auspicious. .

After peeling the pomegranate, Lu Zhishan exited the side hall and entered the main hall. When he reached the entrance to the hall, he stopped and sniffed his sleeves, and then backed out lightly. He was afraid of the smell of soot on his body. Too pungent would wake up Mu Nanzhi, bathe and change clothes in the side hall, and then returned to the hall.

At this time, the sky was slightly bright. He didn't have the heart to sleep. Now he was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the peaceful sleeping face of Mu Nanzhi in the dawn of dawn. Xu was too hot. Mu Nanzhi pushed the quilt downward and opened it. Mu Nanzhi's chest was sleeping heavily, and the chest full of marks was slightly undulating in front of Lu Zhishan.

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