Princess too Young, Prince too Old

He didn't really want to say that. What he really wanted to say was that she was ... a good woman.

Yes, good woman.

Sixteen-year-old Qing Shier Lang knew from that day what Guan Guanxiong was, and what was a lady.

But he kept his mouth shut.

"Thank you five brothers," Lu Zhishan patted his shoulder lightly. "Younger brothers, drink less."

Lu Zhishan was more than a head taller than him, so standing in front of him, looking down at him like that, brought him not only a sense of oppression, but also a sense of humiliation.

He sat back at the table and took another sip of a glass of osmanthus wine. Although the prince's wedding banquet was beautiful, it was never as lively as the wedding banquet of the people in the city. Even this wedding wine was not intoxicating.

But somehow, Lu Zhicheng felt that the sweet-scented osmanthus wine was very strong that day. He didn't drink much, but he was drunk.

When the personal guard came over and whispered to him to restrain himself, all the people in the hall suddenly shouted and shouted.

"Brother, the banquet has only begun, and you are going to retire!" Lu Zhizhen laughed the most, and the sharp voice of the woman stabbed Lu Zhicheng's eardrums. "Brother, you are too restrained. It ’s Datian's day and day in a hurry to enter the cave! "

"Sister!" He grabbed Lu Zhiyi's hand with a stun, his voice so cold that he felt strange to himself, "You are not allowed to say that, Grand Brother!"

"Chenger, you're drunk ..." Lu Zhizhang looked at him frowning, looking impatient, and stretched out his hand to recruit his guard, "Chenger drank too much, and you'll send him back."

"Yes, his subordinates obey," the guard came over to help him, "His Royal Highness, you are back at the palace."

He leaned on the guard and followed the guard gazing away. Once he turned around, Lu Zhishan also gazed outward, but he walked towards the gate, and Lu Zhishan walked towards the backyard with a smile. .

The striking fiery red hurt his eyes, and he closed his eyes when he was too busy.

...

"His Royal Highness, why are you crying?" The guard asked cautiously, "His Royal Highness, did you drink too much?"

Lu Zhicheng didn't say a word, still closed his eyes, and let the tears fall gently.

"Her Royal Highness, don't cry, let's go back to the palace," said the guard again, "it will not be uncomfortable for His Highness after drinking sober soup."

...

That day, he really drank the hangover soup and drank a lot.

Li Fei fed him three bowls of sobering soup. He had a terrible headache and a swollen stomach. He was uncomfortable and straightened on the bed. Li Fei had to call Qin Lu again to diagnose his pulse. Qin Lu helped him induce vomiting. He vomited utterly, and even bitterly vomited. In the stench all over the room, instead holding a slingshot, he slept peacefully.

...

Lu Zhicheng rubbed his finger over the tea cup, and he had a lot of dead skin and calluses on his fingers for his martial arts since childhood. Even with the hot tea, he didn't feel too hot, but his heart was still soft and fragile, especially It was in front of the woman, and now the woman sat in front of him, looking at her with a reassuring and expected gaze.

That look reminded him of his mother-in-law.

He tickled his lips bitterly. She was the woman who opened the door of his heart, but he was just a sensible brother in her eyes.

"I'm kidding. I'm twenty-two years old this year," Lu Zhicheng looked at Mu Nanzhi with a smile, calmly, "I will be crowned four years ago."

[A bit late ~ sorry]

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