Princess Too Young, Prince Too Old 9: The Frustrated Prince I

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“Thank you, your highness.” Mu Nanzhi took off the big cloak outside, then a beautiful face appeared. She sat by the table and put the small box in her hands on the table, smiling to Lu Zhishan, “My mother heard that your highness fought in the frontline for years. She was very worried. This is the nostrum sent by the people she arranged from Northern Di, which is effective for the wound of knife and spear. The medical skill of Northern Di is not so good as Dali Empire, but this is the traditional remedy of royal family. It’s quite effective. Hope your highness can accept it.”

Hearing that she mentioned Lu Minglan, Lu Zhishan couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. He left the capital city more than ten years, and thought that he understood thoroughly the fickleness of human nature early. Looking at the girl who was just up to his shoulder, he thought of his aunty married abroad, and his heart was bubbling with warmth.

 “Well, I accept it.” Lu Zhishan smiled. He stretched out his hand and tried to stroke the young girl’s slick hair, but retracted the hand hastily, “I heard that you were promoted as infanta. I have not congratulated you. Have you engaged now? ”

Mu Nanzhi felt stunned with two flushes appearing on her face, “Your highness were just back yesterday, why did you know this?”

 “I heard this from your cousin-in-law.” Lu Zhishan said simply. Actually he was clear everything about Mu Nanzhi in the capital city. Lu Minglan said this girl was born to be familiar with him, and he was very fond of her. Even though they couldn’t met, he always worried about her. “The little son of Duke Zhongyuan should be right for you, who is knowledgeable and kind with good features. And the wife of Marquis Zhongyuan nee Deng, knows well on Daoism. She is indifferent, reasonable and easygoing. It’s said that Marchioness Deng likes you very much. She proposed to you on behalf of her little son actively in front of the Empress dowager. With a decent appearance, he is highly cultured and steeped in propriety, making a good match with you. It’s good for you to marry him. ”

Marquis Zhongyuan Lu Mingqian was the young cousin of the emperor. His son Lu Zhinian was fifteen years old now.

Mu Nanzhi burst into laughter. She knew she was disrespectful. After wiping her month with the handkerchief, she said with a smile, “Your Highness, you have not been in the capital city for a long time. Perhaps you have never seen the son of Marquis Zhongyuan. Now you speak so many good words for him suddenly, which makes your words incredible. ”

Lu Zhishan couldn’t help laughing together with her, “Have you ever seen him? Then you know that my words are not credible? ”

Mu Nanzhi curved her lips and shook her head, “I just saw his portrayal once. I could have seen him at the banquet of the Mid-Autumn festival, but unluckily, he didn’t enter the imperial palace due to his cold. Therefore, I have not seen him till now. ”

 “The New Year is coming. There will be a banquet on New Year’ Eve round the imperial palace. I’m sure I will see him then. ” Seeing Mu Nanzhi’s lips was a little dry, Lu Zhishan poured a cup of tea and gave her, “Have some tea first.”

Mu Nanzhi was really thirsty. She took over the tea and had a drink, but put down the cup immediately, saying with her cute long wrinkled eyebrows, “Your Highness, why do you drink the broadleaf holly leaf? It’s really bitter. ”

 “My bad.” Lu Zhishan realized that the tea in the teapot was the broadleaf holly leaf. He stood up at once and tried to change the tea for her.

Mu Nanzhi held his hand promptly and said “Don’t get up, Your Highness. Be careful of the wound on your leg. I can do it myself.”

Lu Zhishan didn’t get up and tried to ask the servants to wait on her, but stopped by Mu Nanzhi. She didn’t bring any maids with her today, so she changed the tea by herself. But there was no other tea but broadleaf holly leaf in the meal room, so she just poured a cup of water. Lu Zhishan was a little stunned when looking at Mu Nanzhi’s watery eyes through the white spray of tea. Once upon a time, Lu Minglan also looked at him like this.

Mu Nanzhi looked like her mother. She was young and beautiful. Without the gloomy clouds between her eyes as Lu Minglan, she was brighter and more charming as a young girl, which made others couldn’t help looking at her more. And at this moment, her eyes was also looking at Lu Zhishan.