Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Mu Nanzhi watched her hand being held by Lu Zhishan's big hand, and was happy and shy. She lowered her head and whispered, "It's not cold at all, the house is still so warm."

Lu Zhishan moved the brazier in Nuange toward the soft collapse side, turned and pulled Mu Nanzhi to sit on the soft collapse, he did not sit opposite, and took the opportunity to sit down, and he did not Let go of Mu Nanzhi's hand.

Lu Zhishan rubbed his hands gently to warm the children, and frowned as he asked, "Why didn't you go out so early in the morning?"

"I went to Baohua Temple to ask my cousin for a blessing bag," Mu Nanzhi took out his hand, and took out a small and exquisite small blessing bag from his arms, and put it in the palm of Luzhishan. A pair of big eyes looked at Lu Zhishan, a little proud, and a little happy, like a minibus dog who did good things and waited for the host to praise him. "Cousin, this is the first time I went to Baohua Temple for blessings. Bag, cousin, open it quickly. "

Baohua Temple is the Jingshi Sheng Temple, and it is usually crowded with people. Lu Zhishan naturally knows how early it is before he can rush to the temple on the first day of the New Year to pray. He felt painful and warm at the moment. He ordered Mu Nanzhiyuan. The crooked little nose softly said, "It seems that I have not only been frozen this year, but also trapped."

"Hey, pray for my cousin, I just want to be in front of everyone, anyway, I'm not cold at all, and I'm not sleepy at all," Mu Nanzhi shook his head, and the beads on the buns shook brightly. It looks so good. She hurriedly urged Lu Zhishan with some monkeys. "Cousin, open it quickly and see, I haven't had time to open it when I hurried back all the way."

"I always gave it to my cousin first in the past?" Lu Zhishan laughed abruptly. "Anyone praying for you like you?"

Mu Nanzhi blushed and mumbled, "People just want to see it first, cousin, you are really stingy, I didn't allow me to look at the blessings I worked so hard for."

Lu Zhishan opened the lucky bag with a smile, and poured out the lucky bar and two little red plum blossoms inside. He unrolled the small lucky bar and laughed at the corners of his eyebrows, something meaningful: "地 可It's really my narrative flower. "

"What's written on it? Let me see it, too," Mu Nanzhi hurriedly gathered up, and when he saw the poem above the fold, the child flushed his cheeks, and turned away in anger. "This Baohua Temple is too ridiculous! I hurried and hurried to pray for blessings at dawn, but they went well and went to a faint talk like Fu Baoli! Look at me not going tomorrow Smashed the old monk's wooden fish! Pulled their incense! What a horrible thing! "

Lu Zhishan carefully put the lucky blessing and Xiaomei into the lucky bag, put the small lucky bag in his arms, and put it in his arms, and then surrounded Mu Nanzhi from behind, his chin rested on Mu Nanzhi's On his shoulders, his voice was low and soft: "It's so terrible to die, just envy and not envy, alas, how can this be faint? This is very good, but I really appreciate the Master of Baohua Temple, Thinking about sending some incense money tomorrow. "

"Cousin even made fun of you." Mu Nanzhi whispered, he felt that Lu Zhishan was too close to her, and Lu Zhishan's breath fluttered on her face. She was awkward, but Did not avoid it.

She actually likes it ...

Don't feel awkward.

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