Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"Really? I thought I combed my hair. I've been jealous of who has such good fortune and can serve my cousin to comb my hair. I never thought I would be jealous of my cousin." Mu Nanzhi combed and looked into the mirror. The two eyes met in the mirror, and then both laughed. Mu Nanzhi smirked and continued to lower his head to comb the man. "Cousin, comb your hair that day When I combed my hair, I sang a combing song. Would you like to hear it? The right is to make up for the wedding day. "

"Okay, you sing." Lu Zhishan pursed his lips.

Mu Nanzhi combed his head gently while singing: "One comb combed to the end; the second combed my girl with white hair and eyebrows; the third combed the girl with grandchildren; the four combed masters had good luck and met the nobles on their way out ; Five combs and five sons came to the deed to meet, five silver bamboo shoots came together; six combs of friends and relatives came to celebrate, and the bridesmaids stained the mirror with red; seven combs and seven sisters were matched with Dong Yong, and the bridge over the bridge was light and flat; He Shou, Baoya travelling through lotus roads; Nine combs and nine sons are all in a chain; ten combs and two spouses are both white-headed. "

"It's so nice," Lu Zhishan said seriously.

He watched Mu Nanzhi go to 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 fair and slender hand.

"I think it sounds good, too," Mu Nanzhi stared at the two in the mirror, then lowered his head and kissed the man's forehead gently. "Master, would you please stand by yourself?"

"Then I have to wait until we have white hair and frowns before I can answer you." The man caressed Mu Nanzhi's neck as white as snow and said gently.

"Then I can wait for your reply."

The man didn't talk anymore, looked up and kissed her burning red lips.

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back yard.

When Mu Nanzhi pulled Lu Zhishan into the back garden, Lu Zhishan Rao was mentally prepared, but was still shocked.

"What's the matter? Are you so surprised?" Mu Nanzhi looked at Lu Zhishan's expression with a bit of pride and a little joy. She prepared Zhang Luo for so many days before and after that to surprise Lu Zhishan.

Lu Zhishan chick nodded like a rice pecker: "Yeah, my eyes are almost not enough."

"Hey, let's look at it from here," Mu Nanzhi smiled even more proudly, pulling Lu Zhishan into the garden, pointing at the shy woman on the high and low flower stand facing Lu Zhishan, " Cousin, you gave me a pot of shame, and now I can give you eighteen pots. Do you think it is enough? "

Mu Nanzhi likes the shy girl Lu Zhishan gave her, and has been cultivated by the gardener. Over the years, in fact, more than 30 pots have been cultivated. The ashamed girl is here. The ashamed girl of Fanrong Rong is so beautiful in the morning light.

Lu Zhishan looked at the chrysanthemums scattered in the highlands, and his heart was about to melt. He walked over and embarrassed a shy girl who got into the hair of Mu Nanzhi while looking at the children's puff. Fluttering face, softly said: "It's so beautiful."

"Shy girl or me?" Mu Nanzhi smiled at her with her face up.

"Naturally a shy girl ..." Lu Zhishan was serious, looking at Mu Nanzhi's staring eyes, and couldn't help laughing, "even worse."

"It's natural," Mu Nanzhi tickled his lips with satisfaction, while also pinching a shy girl into the man's hair, "This is a reward for your courage to speak up."

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