The master and servant hid in the room, laughing until tears were welling in their eyes. On the other side, General Meng had also received the wonderful news. While overjoyed, he was also somewhat troubled. As Zhao Xuanzhi's future father-in-law, for such an extraordinary occasion, he simply had to send a gift of congratulations to be proper. Yet the last time he sent a rare edition, it had completely racked his brains. He was a military man who had almost never given gifts; the happiest occasions among his colleagues were simply inviting one another to a tavern to drink until no one could stand, enjoying themselves to the full.
However, this method clearly did not suit him and Zhao Xuanzhi. He was a rough-hewn brute, but Zhao Xuanzhi was a refined and cultivated scholar who had nothing to do with drinking no matter how one looked at it. A gift needed to be sincere and couldn't be too shabby, yet most of the items on hand were related to military officials, which hardly seemed suitable to give away.
"What sort of thing would make a good gift?"
Chapter 690