"Want to check it yourself? Aren't you good at that? Steward Lin snorted, glanced at him, and walked out of the courtyard.

When Uncle Zhang heard this, he wanted to beat him, but in the end, he was worried about Mu Zizai, so he just snorted dissatisfiedly, and then followed.

Mu Bo shook his head, as if he was not surprised by the way they got along.

Although Mu Bo is old, he is not old-fashioned, his body is tough, his back is straight at all times, and he does not look old at all. Walking side by side in the garden with Mu Zi, Mu Bo touched his beard and asked Mu Zidao, "What does Miss think about this child?" ”

"I don't know." Mu Zi shook his head honestly, and then smiled at Mu Bo, "However, this kid is very suitable for my eyes." ”

Mu Bowen said and smiled gently, "Not only Miss, but also us old guys. This child's appearance is very similar to that of the prince. ”

The prince of the world? Mu Zi was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Mu Bo was talking about her father, the late Prince of An Lehou, Mu Qianpei.

"He looks like Daddy?" Mu Zi said in a low voice.

"Yes!" Mu Bo chuckled, "Especially the appearance of a blue nose and swollen face, like nine points." ”

"Could it be the child of the Mu family's side branch?" Mu Zi frowned slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"It's hard to say at the moment, but someone has already been sent to investigate." Mu Bofeng said lightly, for him, the old marquis and the prince have gone, and the only thing he cares about is the young lady.

When Mu Zi heard him say this, he also smiled with relief, and saw the two exquisite attics in the west of the Hou Mansion from a distance, and said, "Uncle Mu, I want to go to Tibet to have a look, and I will have lunch with you later." ”

When Mu Bo heard this, he was very surprised, and nodded again and again, "Okay!" Then the young lady go quickly, I will go and tell the kitchen to prepare some of the dishes that the young lady likes to eat! ”

Mu Zi smiled and made a junior salute and went to the west of the Hou Mansion.

Hidden on the east side of the warehouse, the two small buildings are far away from each other, and the wealth and heritage of the Mu family for a hundred years are here.

Just as there are many rare treasures in the treasury, there are a large number of rich ancient books, even unique ones, which are rare for outsiders to see.

The reason why she came to Tibet was that Xue Jincheng reminded her before she left the house that each generation of the head of the Mu family would sort out a hand-tie, bringing together the wisdom essence of the Mu family's generation.

By Mu Zi's grandfather's generation, it is already the twenty-seventh generation. The inheritance of hundreds of years has been interrupted for twenty years because of the death of the old marquis and Mu Qianpei.

Mu Zi soon came to the top floor of the library pavilion, and what caught her eye was a simple and unpretentious lattice shelf, fifty lattices were arranged neatly according to the distribution of five rows and ten columns, and the sense of heaviness and rich historical atmosphere came to the face, which made people awe-inspiring.

These codexes, depending on the time in which they were written, were made of very different materials. The first few squares are made of bamboo slips, and then become cloth, and the most recent ones are mostly paper, which is naturally ingenious, such as a glass double-sided mirror placed on the grid of the sixth column of the third row. Mu Zi was far away, and saw his face clearly reflected in the mirror.

Mu Zi handed Sister Yuan into Ah Gui's hands, stepped forward by herself, got closer, and smelled a refreshing medicinal fragrance, which was actually agarwood. Mu Zi smiled knowingly, relying on this refreshing bookshelf to read, I'm afraid I won't be tired.

Mu Zi decided to look backwards, first looking at the hand pierced by her grandfather.