Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Mu Nanzhi said for a moment: "Isn't your master a military general? How did he learn Danqing?"

Song Fu explained: "If you return to the county, the king of the county is talented and intelligent. He began to learn at the age of four. He studied under Zhang Ziang and Zhang Daru. He learned calligraphy at the age of six. In writing, until the ten-year-old county king Ke eloquently argued and won the favor of long live, Zhang Daru asked to leave Beijing, saying that the county king had done his best and had nothing to teach. "

Mu Nanzhi was about to kneel: "Ah, ah! My cousin is so powerful ?! He is just a talented man!"

Song Fu bowed his head with a smile: "If the county owner has no other orders, then the slave will leave first."

Mu Nanzhi busy said: "Go back and tell your cousin that I must be on time."

"Yes, the slaves retired." Song Fu bowed down.

Mu Nanzhi picked up the stationery again. On the stationery was a young girl in red, sitting in front of a small red clay stove, holding a cup of milk tea in one hand, and a horseshoe cake in one hand. The expressiveness, especially the girl's twinkling eyes, is vivid and vivid on the paper.

Mu Nanzhi looked and looked at it before he was willing to let go, and Auspicious also came to look at it, could not help but be taken aback: "The King Qing's Dan Qing skills are taken seriously, so just a few strokes actually brought the county master to life, just thrown out The prince Kang ’s house ’s 800 streets! The slave looked at the portrait made by the prince to the county master at the time, and thought it was very good. Now it seems that it is incomparable! ”

Mu Nanzhi nodded his head and said: "Yes, yes, yes, you can't compare! Even if the painting skills, the key is in character, my cousin can also throw away the 800 streets of that little boy!"

Auspicious smiled and promised, while adding a half bowl of red bean porridge to Mu Nanzhi: "Shizhu, the porridge has just been cold, and the slaver will change the bowl for you."

"Don't eat it, don't eat it, don't eat it!" Mu Nanzhi shook his head like a rattle. "I have to keep some stomachs for lunch with my cousin. You don't know how many pots there are in other hospitals. good to eat."

Fortunately, "The county owner is going to Xihuai Beside again?"

Mu Nanzhi nodded, as he wiped his mouth, he got up and walked towards the dormitory: "Come in and dress my hair."

"Shi Jun, can you bring your slaves with you this time?" Jixiang looked charming, "You always said that Xihuai Beiyuan is big and beautiful. You also feel bad for slaves, and you also took slaves and opened your eyes, OK? ? "

"It depends on your performance," Mu Nanzhi pointed at his bronze mirror, pointing to his hair. "Comb a single snail, be smart."

"Okay! You Lord, please!"

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Above the capital city tower.

As Ma Ruilin stood in the wind, the black cloak was blown up by the wind, and he stared at the road leading out of the city like a hawk.

"General, will it really be what we want?" The Lieutenant General was a little anxious, and whispered, "If it doesn't work, wouldn't it be a loss of head?"

Ma Ruilin said indifferently: "If you are afraid of losing your head, you can go down now and go to the Criminal Department to report that I am colluding with King Ningjun and want to form the Prince of Yiping."

The admiral stunned and bowed in salute: "General, you must not misunderstand! The subordinates are only worried about the general. According to the current status of the general, you don't have to take this great risk ..."

"Everyone lives forever, and there is always more important than the status of Ronghua." Ma Ruilin looked far away and looked far away.

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