Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"It seems to be condemned," Lu Zhishan said indifferently. "Isn't the vulgar saying that too much evil will be condemned?"

Mu Nanzhi looked at Lu Zhishan's expression, and his heart was a little uncomfortable. He squeezed his finger and whispered, "Cousin, it was indeed Prince Yongheng who shot me, but now I have recovered. , He's dead, don't be too sad. "

"Okay, it's not sad." Lu Zhishan whispered softly, holding Mu Nanzhi while pulling them up, and entered the backyard.

"Master Wang, you are here at last, sir has been waiting for you for a while," as soon as Fu entered the backyard, a 30-year-old Qingjun man greeted him, looking at Mu Nanzhi, and busied himself again. Saluting, "Subordinates have seen the prince, have seen the prince, please greet the prince!"

"Get up, it's all my own family," Lu Zhishan was so busy helping the man to get up, and introduced Mu Nanzhi, "This is Qinghe, my classmate."

Mu Nanzhi asked Lu Zhishan with a look of shock: "He also learned to kite?"

Qinghe: "... kite a kite?"

Lu Zhishan really wanted to laugh and choked so badly that he stood back and took Mu Nanzhi into the main hall.

Under the big belly Maitreya, an old man with white hair was sitting on a futon. He smiled as Lu Zhishan came in. He waved at Lu Zhishan: "Yong Zhan is here."

Lu Zhishan looked at the old man, his eyes suddenly became hot, and he was too busy pulling Mu Nanzhi to kneel and give the old man a hoe: "Student Yongzhan and Neizi met Mr."

"Good boy, get up quickly." The old man patted Lu Zhishan's head.

Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi stood up, Qing He also helped the old man to stand up, several people came together in the courtyard, sat down at the stone table under the ginkgo tree, Qing He was too busy to bring tea.

The old man and Yan looked at Mu Nanzhi with joy, while taking out a small cloth bag from his sleeve, took out two wooden combs from it, put it in front of Mu Nanzhi, and said gently: "When you were married, I was outside Yun You didn't come here, but the gifts were prepared for you early in the morning. I did it myself, and it was inevitably rough. I hope you will not give up. "

"Thank you Mr.," Mu Nanzhi was so busy that he swooped down and accidentally swept the small cloth bag with the word "Zi Ang" embroidered, covering his mouth in an incredible way, "You ... you are Zhang Daru ? "

The old man is not the other person, but it is Mr. Lu Zhishan, the great Confucianist Zhang Ziang.

"Da Confucian is afraid to be a casual master," Zhang Ziang couldn't help laughing, and looked at Lu Zhishan again. "Why? Yong Zhan never said it?"

"I'm afraid she's too nervous, so I didn't say it beforehand," Lu Zhishan said with a smile, and said to Mu Nanzhi, "Well, this is my teacher, Mr. Zhang."

Mu Nanzhi was so nervous that she was not good at writing poems in her childhood, so she was most afraid of her husband. Besides, she was the world-famous Zhang Ziang. She did n’t even know how to put her hands and feet on it. Shan was right. If she knew that the person who came to see Zhang Zang was in the morning, she was afraid that she would be lying in bed to pretend to be sick, and she would not come with her life or death.

At the moment Mu Nanzhi was too busy to get up again and gave Zhang Ziang a deep look again: "Nanzhi met Mr. and asked Mr. Nanzhi to be rude."

Zhang Ziang was too busy to help Mu Nanzhi in the past: "Yong Zhan counts as my son, you are my daughter-in-law. Where does the family need to do such a great gift? Get up."

[All characters in this article are adults.]

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