Lu Zhishan felt a damp heat on his neck. A stream of heat flowed down his neck into his collar and then into his heart.
"Nannan," he said softly, "I am your natal family. If you are wronged by your husband's family in the future, you can come to me to complain. I will be your supporter."
Mu Nanzhi cried even harder: "If I have been wronged, it must be because of you. How can I complain to you, the initiator, again? Could it be that I want you to slap yourself?" "
Lu Zhishan curled his lips and said softly: "Of course I won't slap myself, so I will never let my daughter suffer even a little bit of grievance."
Mu Nanzhi sniffed: "Cousin, I have written down every word of what you said today."
"I've also written it all down." Lu Zhishan said softly.
After crossing a crescent gate and entering the front yard from the backyard, everyone watched in stunned silence as the groom lamely walked out of the backyard carrying the bride on his back. The crowd was so busy that they made way for Lu Zhishan to carry Mu Nanzhi on his back. When they arrived at the gate, there were ten steps in front of the door. Song Fu and Du Heng both looked anxious. Song Fu hurriedly stepped forward and whispered: "Your Majesty, there are steps in front of you. You must pay attention to your steps, otherwise... "
Lu Zhishan shook his head with a smile, tightened his strength with his hands, and held the child on his back tighter.
level one.
Two levels.
Level three.
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Eighth level.
Level nine.
Level ten.
There were ten steps. Although his steps were slow and lame, the man walked very steadily. He tried hard to make his steps steady and steady. He carried the child down the steps, walked towards the red sedan chair, and walked towards them. s future.
Although in the eyes of others, he was hobbling, limping, and really embarrassed, they were happy with it.
"Cousin, I want to say thank you." Mu Nanzhi sat in the sedan chair and said softly to the man through a thin layer of red hijab.
"Nanny, I also want to say thank you." The man bowed and smiled at the bride in the sedan.
"Then we're even," under the hijab, the child who had been crying all the way suddenly laughed again, "Cousin, you will carry me out of the sedan in a while."
"Well, cousin, I'll give you a hug." The man agreed with a smile, a smile on his brows and eyes.
"Cousin, are you happy?" the child suddenly said.
"Today is the happiest day in my life."
Amid the coy yet satisfied laughter of the child, the man gently lowered the flaming red sedan curtain.
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Prince Ning's Mansion.
This was not the first time Mu Nanzhi came to Lu Zhishan's bedroom, but this time it was different from before.
Lu Zhishan gently put her on the bed, and while searching for the pillow behind her to stuff her behind Mu Nanzhi, he whispered to Mu Nanzhi: "It's not dark now, so I can't take off your handkerchief. Nannan, please go first." Just be patient, I'll call Jixiang in later, just tell her if you're hungry or thirsty."
Aunt Xixi hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the bride cannot eat or drink before taking off the hijab. If word spreads, I'm afraid it will harm the princess's reputation."
Lu Zhishan straightened up and looked at the two happy mothers who had followed him: "If you don't tell anyone, who will know?"
Aunt Xishi was a little embarrassed: "...but this is really against the rules."
Lu Zhishan didn't say anything more. He reached out and took out two handfuls of golden melon seeds and handed them to the two happy ladies. He said calmly: "I have the final say on the rules in Prince Ning's Mansion."