Princess too Young, Prince too Old

The child slept heavily on the man's thighs, washed a face, exposed white and tender skin, and a little blue eyes. Lu Zhishan looked really distressed and went to kiss him. Nanzhi's eyes, the child slept uneasily, while turning over and digging into the man's arms, while holding the man's placket, his mouth kept muttering: "Cousin, cousin ..."

Lu Zhishan's heart is about to melt, and I dare not kiss her face anymore, but I still ca n’t kiss her wet forehead again, patting the child ’s back until the child sleeps properly Then he stopped.

The child ’s hair was still wet, and Lu Zhishan reached out and took a parchment to wipe her hair, but the child ’s hair was long and thick, so if he rubbed it for one or two hours, he would n’t dry it. Afraid that the child would have headaches with wet hair and sleep, he paused, and then gently coughed twice. There was no movement on the outside. Lu Zhishan had to cover the child's ears gently and shouted: "Auspicious!"

"Slave is here," auspiciously waited outside. I just heard Lu Zhishan's coughing sound. Although hesitant to go in, he was still afraid of disturbing Xiaobeisheng's newly-wed royal couple, so he didn't go in. Lu Zhishan's voice was so busy pushing the door in, "Master, you call me?"

Lu Zhishan whispered, "Go and bring a brazier."

The auspiciousness is a little surprised. The house is connected to the earth dragon. At this time, it is warmer than spring. Why does the Lord let her bring a brazier in? But looking at the wet hair that Mu Nanzhi hangs on the carpet, it seems auspicious and understands it. He was too busy to go to the side of the hall and brought in a charcoal basin. It was burning with silver bone charcoal, no smell and no smoke. In winter , Shampoo is not easy to dry, she uses this charcoal to dry Mu Nanzhi's hair.

Jixiang moved a little boy to the bed, then placed the charcoal pot on the little boy, and put a wire cover on it, and then made a pot of tongue for Lu Zhishan, and then he bowed. Back down, Lu Zhishan stopped her again.

"Pass me the comb." Lu Zhishan pointed to the wooden comb on the dresser.

"Yes," Auspicious was so busy that he handed the wooden comb to Lu Zhishan, and asked, "Is there anything else for the Lord?"

"Bring the rose oil that the princess usually uses."

"Yes." Jixiang took the rose oil from the table and handed it to Lu Zhishan, then bowed back.

Lu Zhishan shook Mu Nanzhi's hair carefully, drying the children's hair in a pinch, the children's hair was very good, dark and dense, and Lu Zhishan rubbed the children's dark hair, watching She fell asleep on her lap, and Lu Zhishan's heart was about to melt. He kept kissing Mu Nanzhi's cheek. He really liked this child. He really liked it so much that he didn't know what to do. .

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After half an hour, the child's hair was dried. Lu Zhishan took out the rose oil and poured it out. He rubbed it carefully on the child's hair, and then carefully combed the child's hair. The child's hair was long and dense, and it was very difficult to comb. Lu Zhishan was clumsy, so it was more difficult. In the face of a charcoal fire, Lu Zhishan did not sweat, but at this time because he combed the hair for the child. Anxious to sweat, he looked at the child's bright and quiet sleeping face, and looked at his rough fingers, and suddenly smiled, leaning down and gently encircling the child.

[All characters in this article are adults.]

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