Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"Why don't you remember?" Du Heng remembered the old thing, laughed suddenly, patted his thigh forward and backward, there was no image, and he continued laughing after he laughed enough. "At that time, Zhou Chi passed his birthday and Song Bo made it privately for him. After you got the chicken, he gave both chicken legs to Xie Lun, and he was afraid that we would steal the chicken legs, so he wrapped the paper in the paper and hid the chicken legs in his arms. Sister-in-law, Xie Lun and General were out of Beijing on the day of the birth, not in the house, and only returned in the afternoon the next week. Zhou Chi was so busy that he sent the chicken thighs. As a result, the chicken thighs were sour already. I cried as soon as I heard it. I did n’t listen to it. I was so annoyed that Sister Zhou Ran gave him a hard blow. He finally stopped crying, but still had a pitiful face. Later, the general asked the kitchen to do it again for him. After getting a chicken with oil, he finally turned overcast, and quickly divided half of them into Xie Lun. The two sat a little cross-legged, eating a lot of oil on his face.

Mu Nanzhi listened interestingly and said with a smile: "You were funny when you were young, but you didn't want Zhou Chi to have such a past."

"Don't you know the princess, there are still many things happening to Zhou Chi, and it is also a coincidence that most of the funerals that the boy did are because of Shelen," Zheng Zuoyang smiled, paused, and said, "Where Thinking of Zhou Chi and Xie Lun having today? I also never thought we would have today. "

Fang Zhenli sipped his milk tea and said, "Well, why haven't you heard Zhou Chi's letter? He's about the same age as you, right? Why hasn't there been good news?"

"He, I'm afraid that the good fortune of this life has been used as an official, but it has delayed the life-long events," Du Heng said, looking at Zheng Zuoyang with a smile, "I saw him in Zhenjiang last time, did not In a few words, he had to go back in a hurry, but looking at the situation in southern Xinjiang today, maybe he can have a drink with that boy by the end of the year. "

"Don't take him with him," Zheng Zuoyang took a sip of tea with a smile, and smiled. "The boy poured three cups, because I can't drink with him anyway."

"Yeah, one he, one Shelen, they are not too old, but they are all amazing." Du Heng also laughed.

"Princess, here comes." Song Fu took the gift-giving guard to the main hall.

"Subordinates meet the princess!" The guard held a large rosewood box in his hands and was too busy to salute Mu Nanzhi.

"Hurry up," Mu Nanzhi said quickly, looking at the guard who was a dusty servant, and asked, "Is General Zhao sending you?"

"Yes, his subordinates are Zhao Jingting's personal guards. This time they came from Tubo to give Du Tong a wedding ceremony gift from General Zhao and General Xie," the guard said as he walked towards Du Heng, sending the rosewood box with his hands. In front of Du Heng, he said, "Please ask Du Tong to accept it."

Du Heng accepted the wooden box, looking at the wooden box with a seal on it, and the words "Du Heng Qin Qi" were written on it. Looking at the word that the worm crawled, it must be Xie Lun's handwriting. Du Heng immediately addressed Zheng Zuoyang. "Look, this kid's character really doesn't grow for ten years."

"Do you still expect him to write a good hand? He used to sit at the desk for a quarter of an hour," Zheng Zuoyang came over and looked at the note and laughed. "Such a big box, I don't know if the boy gave it to him. What good things do you prepare, I look hot. "

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