"I guess you will be punished by God," Lu Zhishan said calmly, "Don't the proverb say that if you do too much evil, you will be punished by God?"
Mu Nanzhi looked at Lu Zhishan's expression and felt a little uncomfortable. He pinched his fingers and whispered: "Cousin, it was indeed Prince Yongheng's people who shot me, but now I have recovered a long time ago." , he’s dead too, don’t be too sad.”
"Okay, don't be sad anymore." Lu Zhishan said softly, holding Mu Nanzhi's hand as they climbed up the stairs and entered the backyard.
"Your Majesty, you are finally here. Sir, I have been waiting for you inside for a long time." As soon as they entered the backyard, a handsome man in his thirties greeted him. He looked at Mu Nanzhi and bowed in a hurry. He saluted and said, "I have met the prince and the princess. Please give my regards to the prince and princess!"
"Get up, we are all members of our own family," Lu Zhishan was so busy helping the man get up, and introduced to Mu Nanzhi, "This is Qinghe, my fellow junior."
Mu Nanzhi looked surprised and asked Lu Zhishan: "He also learned to build kites?"
Qinghe: "...make a kite?"
Lu Zhishan really wanted to laugh, but he was holding it back so hard that he held it back and took Mu Nanzhi into the main hall.
Under the belly of Maitreya, an old man with white hair and beard was sitting on the futon. He saw Lu Zhishan coming in with a smile, and waved to Lu Zhishan: "Yong Zhan is here."
Lu Zhishan looked at the old man, his eyes immediately became hot, and he was so busy that he pulled Mu Nanzhi to kneel down and kowtow to the old man: "Student Yong Zhan and his wife are here to pay homage to Sir."
"Good kids, get up quickly." The old man patted Lu Zhishan on the head.
Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi stood up, and Qinghe also helped the old man stand up. They came to the courtyard together and sat down at the stone table under the ginkgo tree. Qinghe was so busy that he brought tea.
The old man looked at Mu Nanzhi kindly, took out a small cloth bag from his sleeve, took out two wooden combs, placed them in front of Mu Nanzhi, and said gently: "When you get married, I will be outside. Yun You didn't come, but I prepared gifts for you early in the morning. I made them myself, so they are inevitably a bit rough, so I hope you won't give them up. "
"Thank you sir," Mu Nanzhi was so busy that he bowed to accept it. He accidentally saw the word "Zi'ang" embroidered on the small cloth bag, and immediately covered his mouth in disbelief, "You... are you Zhang Daru? "
The old man was none other than Lu Zhishan's teacher, the great scholar Zhang Zi'ang.
"I don't want to be a great scholar, I'm just an idle scholar," Zhang Ziang couldn't help but smile, and then looked at Lu Zhishan, "What? Yong Zhan never said that?"
"I was afraid that she would be too nervous, so I didn't say anything beforehand," Lu Zhishan said with a smile, while saying to Mu Nanzhi, "Nanny, this is my mentor, Mr. Zhang."
Mu Nanzhi was so nervous. She had not been good at poetry, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, so the thing she was most afraid of was her husband. Besides, it was Zhang Ziang who was famous all over the world. She simply didn’t know what to do with her. Lu Zhi Shan was right. If she had known that the person coming to see him was Zhang Ziang, she would have stayed in bed and pretended to be sick, and she would not have come with him.
At that moment, Mu Nanzhi was so busy that he stood up again and bowed deeply to Zhang Ziang again: "Nanzhi pays homage to Mr. Nanzhi. Please forgive Mr. Nanzhi for being rude."
Zhang Ziang was so busy that he went over and gave Mu Nanzhi a hand: "Yongzhan is my half-son, and you are my daughter-in-law. Why does a family need such a big gift? Get up quickly."
The characters in the article are all adults~