Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Lu Minglan nodded and said softly, "He has been seeking a world and freedom since he was a child, but now it is realized in Dali."

"Laner. Don't be sad, you and me," Mu Yuant knew she was sad. Holding her hand at the moment, "We still have children."

Lu Minglan looked at Mu Yuante. Smiled slightly: "I have a few counts. Don't worry about it."

"Hurry up." Mu Yuante relaxed a lot, and exhaled softly.

"Song Tong is still blindly returning to the crown?" Lu Minglan suddenly asked, "How are you talking to him today?"

"Mrs. Song died prematurely. He was frustrated, and there must be a recovery period. I would not force him. Let him rest for six months." Mu Yuante shook his head slightly, apparently just with Song Tong The talk was not smooth, and now Lu Minglan was worried. Turned the topic. "That's right. Emperor Dali asked Song Tong to bring you a message."

Lu Minglan was too busy to put down his spoon and said, "What is it? What is he going to tell me?"

"He said, let me be assured of being an aunt. He will take good care of Xi and Nanshan as long as he is in the same day. He and Nanshan will inevitably run smoothly," Mu Yuan said, paused. Then he said, "Yes, there is one more thing, please let go of any past events, and don't force them on your grandchildren."

Lu Minglan's eyes narrowed narrowly, his lips pursed, "He ... did he really say that?"

"That's why, when Song Tong said it, I didn't understand it very much, so Tete remembered this sentence and told you back," Mu Yuante thought for a while, then nodded and looked at Lu Minglan His face didn't look good, he asked carefully, "Laner, is there any problem with this?"

Lu Minglan didn't seem to hear it, just staring at the vase carved from a cow bone on the windowsill.

"What's wrong?" Mu Yuante squeezed her finger gently. "Laner, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Lu Minglan turned back, looking at Mu Yuante with a smile, his face was calm, but his tears crackled and fell down. "Maybe it's getting old, and it's getting more cranky."

"Lan Er ... why are you crying?" Mu Yuante looked at her like this, and his heart hurt so much that he was too busy to sit over and took a papa to wipe her tears. "Lan Er, Lan Er Don't cry, don't cry ... "

"In the past, I always endured tears, I was afraid I was too much, but now I can't help it anymore," Lu Minglan leaned against Mu Yuante's arms and wiped his tears with his hands, while lightly Lightly, "Mu Yuante, don't ask anything, just let me cry like this for a while, OK?"

Mu Yuante didn't speak again, and put down the piece of parcel in his hand, reaching out to embrace Lu Minglan in his arms.

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14th day of the 2nd day of the year

Fang conceived in October, and finally ripened on this day.

Fang's began to have abdominal pain in the middle of the night yesterday. Fangfu invited the midwife to live in the house early on. Fang Zeduan, the right-hand side, was still uneasy, and was too busy to send someone to call for a doctor. I was worried, but I could n’t stay in the house more. I hurried to the palace and hurried to leave the palace.

After Fang's tossing in the delivery room for three hours, he finally greeted the big girl of eight pounds and six pounds in the morning light. When Zheng Zuoyang heard the cry of the baby from the inside, he felt light on the ground, somehow. , Tears fell without excitement, busy to rush into the room, but was stopped by the waiter, saying that the inside is cleaning up, it is inconvenient to not enter at this time.