"Really? I thought it was the hair combing lady who combed your hair. I have always been jealous of which nanny has such good luck and can help my cousin comb his hair. I didn't expect that I was jealous of my cousin," Mu Nanzhi glanced in the mirror while combing his hair. Their eyes met in the mirror, and then they both smiled. Mu Nanzhi smiled and continued to lower his head to comb the man's hair, "Cousin, comb your hair that day. When my grandma was combing my hair, she sang a happy song. Do you want to listen to it? It’s time to make up for the wedding day. "
"Okay, you sing." Lu Zhishan pursed his lips and said.
Mu Nanzhi gently combed her hair while singing softly: "One comb to the end; two combs to make our girl's white hair reach her eyebrows; three combs to make the girl's children and grandchildren everywhere; four combs to bring good luck to the master, and you will meet noble people on your way out." The five sons with five combs came to accept the contract, and the five silver bamboo shoots were all in stock; the relatives and friends of six combs came to help celebrate, and the mirror in the boudoir was dyed rouge; the seventh sister of seven combs came down to earth to marry Dong Yong, and the magpie bridge elevated each other to make peace; the eight immortals came with eight combs Congratulations on your birthday, the treasure duck travels on the lotus road; nine combs and nine sub-links are available; with ten combs, the couple will grow old. "
"It sounds really good." Lu Zhishan commented seriously.
He watched Mu Nanzhi take the white jade crown from the table and put it on himself, then Mu Nanzhi put his hands on his shoulders, and Lu Zhishan's hand gently held her white and slender hand.
"I think it sounds good too," Mu Nanzhi stared at the two people in the mirror, then lowered his head and kissed the man's forehead gently, "Sir, can I please serve you well?"
"Then I can't answer you until our hair is as gray as our eyebrows." The man stroked Mu Nan Zhiying's neck, which was as white as snow, and said softly.
"Then I'll be waiting for your answer."
The man didn't speak any more, raised his head and kissed her burning red lips.
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back yard.
When Mu Nanzhi pulled Lu Zhishan into the back garden, Lu Zhishan was mentally prepared, but he was still shocked.
"What's wrong? Are you that surprised?" Mu Nanzhi looked at Lu Zhishan's expression, a little proud and a little happy. She had been preparing for several days just to surprise Lu Zhishan.
Lu Zhishan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, my eyes are almost exhausted."
"Hehe, let's start from here," Mu Nanzhi smiled more and more proudly, pulling Lu Zhishan into the garden, pointing to the shy girl on the flower stand in front of him and said to Lu Zhishan, " Cousin, you gave me a pot of shameful girl, and now I’ll give you eighteen pots. Don’t you think it’s quite worthy?”
Mu Nanzhi liked the shy girl that Lu Zhishan gave her very much and asked the gardener to cultivate it. Over the years, more than thirty pots have been cultivated. Mu Nanzhi picked eighteen pots that bloomed the most. The shy girl is here, the shy girl with light pink and Rongrong, in the dim light of the morning, is really pretty.
Lu Zhishan looked at the pots of chrysanthemums scattered on the high ground, and his heart almost melted. He walked over, pinched a beautiful hairpin and put it into Mu Nanzhi's temples, while looking at the child's powder puff. She looked at her face and said softly: "It's so beautiful."
"Shy girl or me?" Mu Nanzhi raised his face and smiled at her.
"Of course she is a shy girl..." Lu Zhishan said seriously, looking at Mu Nanzhi's wide eyes, he still couldn't help but smile, "Even worse."
"It's natural." Mu Nanzhi curled his lips in satisfaction, while also pinching a hairpin into the man's temples, "This is a reward for your courage to speak out."