"Zhi'er, what happened last time—"
Bai Zhi interrupted him and said with a smile: "It's all over. To me, your mother is just one of my patients, I don't care."
He smiled bitterly, yes, to her, his mother was just a patient. She naturally doesn't care.
"Meng Nan, Princess Yiping is a nice girl. I wish you all happiness and all your cases."
Meng Nan nodded, the bitterness on his face gradually faded, and he restored his former handsome temperament: "Thank you, we will."
Chu Yan took the words and said: "Zhi'er, you don't know the princess Yiping, how do you know that she is a good girl? Maybe she is a tigress?"
Bai Zhi glanced at him: "Don't talk nonsense, although I haven't met the lord of Yiping, but grandpa has seen it, I asked grandpa."
It turned out that it was someone the master had met, and the master said yes, that naturally couldn't be wrong.
He suddenly remembered something and asked with a smile: "Meng Gongzi, did you receive the gift from Zhi'er?"
Meng Nan's original face was cool and indifferent, but immediately became embarrassed again, "I have received it."
"how?"
"Good!"
What else can he say
Chu Yan smiled triumphantly: "Of course, I helped pick it, can it be OK?"
So, he just said, how could Bai Zhi send him such a painting, it turned out to be a masterpiece of Hu Feng.
Bai Zhi glanced at Chu Yan again, then turned to Meng Nan and said warmly: "I have prepared another gift for you." After that, she said a few words to the girl in the hall.
Not long after, the girl went to her yard to get a brochure. It went straight to Meng Nan's hands.
"This is the recipe I wrote down. I can no longer cook it for you in the future. It contains all the dishes you like. If you follow the steps, you can always look like it."
Meng Nan opened it and looked at it, feeling warm in his heart. This is a priceless treasure, a hundred times more precious than any jade antique.
Chu Yan was still a little unhappy in his heart, but when he thought that Meng Nan had fought against the Tigers as Bai Zhi once, he just laughed it off, or, as long as this guy accepts that covetous heart, they can still be friends.
Meng Nan felt a lot more relaxed when he left the Oriental Garden. At least, in the years to come, he would be able to face this precious feeling more calmly, even though it was only his wishful thinking.
The eighth day of April came in a blink of an eye.
This day is an auspicious day, the sky is high and the clouds are pale, the blue sky is like washing, the breeze in the deep spring is warm, and the person blowing is lazily.
On this day, the city of Kyoto is very lively and there are many people who get married, but the most eye-catching ones are naturally the Meng family and the Yiping princess.
Meng Nan was tall and handsome, dressed in a wedding suit, and riding a white horse, walking slowly in front of the welcoming team.
The girls and wives on the side of the road had their eyes straightened, and they almost left hopeless saliva in front of their men. . .
"I have long heard that Mengzi is both civil and military, but I didn't expect him to be so handsome."
"Oh-God, why is it so unfair? He doesn't give me a handsome appearance, but also gives me a good family background. It really doesn't work. It's okay to give me a good head that can read. To marry a daughter-in-law?"
"I really envy Princess Yiping. I can marry a man like this. If I can serve Master Mengzi, let alone being a concubine, I am willing to be a general house."
The Yiping Princess in the sedan chair smiled silently. When these people say such things, they don't know how to avoid some people, are they afraid that they will listen? She could hear the noise of gongs and drums, not to mention the people around them.