Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Where can the drunken man answer? The four feet slept soundly into the sky, and the wine was sprayed on Zhou Chi's face. Zhou Chi, who had not been dripped with wine, suddenly flushed. Feeling like he was drunk, he stared at Lu Zhicheng's face without blinking, watching his thick black eyebrows. Look at the tiny blood vessels on his eyelids, and look at his ruddy, heavily-smelled mouth. At last he stepped in a little bit. He kissed him, and then he lay beside Lu Zhicheng and pulled the quilt over them.

It's not dark yet. He didn't feel a little sleepy at all, but he felt really comfortable just lying down like this, and he couldn't help but move towards Luzhicheng again. He stretched out his hand and held Lu Zhicheng's hand. Because of the practice of martial arts, Lu Zhicheng's palms are thicker than ordinary people, and the knuckles are thicker. Zhou Chi stroked the past inch by inch. Feeling the dry temperature on Lu Zhicheng's hand. He felt that one of his hearts was soft and could not be added.

This is his man, the man he wants to go hand in hand. He is also a man who is recognized by his family.

He's never been this solid, nor has he been so relaxed.

He leaned sideways around Luzhi City.

"Luzhicheng ..." He looked at Luzhicheng's face. I want to say something, but I don't know what I want to say, finally. He simply said no more, just holding Lu Zhicheng tighter.

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Tianding, December 22

Peking King.

Song House.

According to Beidi customs, the first seven were buried.

Mrs. Song's Bai was buried, and Song Tong personally assisted Mrs. Song.

Song Fu ** was sick, so he could n’t get out of bed, let alone go out. Although Auspicious did n’t rest assured that Song Fu was at home, he still came out. With the funeral procession, Mrs. Song was sent. Song Tong is now in Beidi court. It is considered a senior official. It is said that Mrs. Song's funeral must be very large, but Song Tong can do things in a low-key manner, so there are not many people who come to see Mrs. Song's funeral today, and there are only a dozen people who are auspicious. Most of them are also Song. House of the people.

Jixiang ’s status today is unusual. She is the youngest lady in Song House. She naturally walks in front of the team and pulls Song Tong and Bai ’s daughter, Ker, together. Song Tong has no intention of taking care of Ker, but Ker has been Living in the courtyard of Song Fu and getting along for a few days, she really likes to rely on this new aunt.

Kerer is nine years old. She is already a sensible girl and naturally knows what life and death are. At this time, she was a vegetarian, and as the coffin walked, she cried hysterically. Later, she couldn't shake her body anymore. Holding it in his arms, Ke'er kept lying on his auspicious neck and whimpered. Fortunately, Ke'er didn't sink, and Jixiang kept holding her in the snow for five or six miles before finally reaching the cemetery.

"Aunt, please let me down." Keer watched the coffin put into the grave, and then her father took a shovel and shoveled the soil inside, shouting to Jixiang.

"You promised your aunt to stop crying, and her aunt would put down on you," said Auspiciously, taking a papa to wipe Kerer's face, watching Keer's face with a large chapped crack, and he was very distressed, "I'm afraid of crying again because of frostbite. "

"Well, I'm not crying, but I'm not crying," Kerr said, but she couldn't help sliding down while tears, and she choked. "Aunt, father buried his mother in the snow, mother kissed her Is it cold? "

"No," Jixiang said with sour hearts, "Keer remembers her so much, she won't be cold."