Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"Chunya can't help it. If you don't have a long body, and you can't help him, you just have to follow the recipe. You can take medicine to treat your mother-in-law. This is naturally not curable, but only to save her mother-in-law's life. Just from Since then, Chunya's mother has been paralyzed in bed. "

Mu Nanshan put the book down. Frowning his eyebrows to Lao Xu: "There is such a foul thing. No one will cure it?"

"My general! Can Qinghai and the mainland be in the same situation?" Lao Xu sighed. "When the Qinghai General Mansion was not established before, this prefecture is the heaven of Qinghai. Who dares to govern? Who dares to govern? Not to mention that man is still the eldest son of Master Zhifu! "

Mu Nanshan took a deep breath: "What happened then?"

Lao Xu continued: "Later the old man couldn't wait for Spring Bud to be soft, but he saw that Spring Bud's mother was alive again and was so angry. He planned to catch Spring Bud directly. He also lost Spring Bud's cleverness and stayed overnight. I fled out of town with my mother on my back, just in time to catch our general ’s house to recruit a chef. Then Chunya rushed to hear the letter. Half of the money was to make money for the mother to cure the disease. Half of them wanted to hide Come into the General's Mansion, even if the little sister-in-law of the prefecture is more powerful. In the end, it's great, but can we General? "

"So, did you arrange Chunya to enter the house?" Mu Nanshan squinted and looked at Lao Xu. "Did you arrange for Chunya to cook for me?"

Lao Xu yelled, then busily knelt down and choked his head, choking and choking, "General Ming Jian. Chunya's father was a comrade in the old slave. On the battlefield of the southern Xinjiang, it was Chunya's father who blocked the arrow from the old slave. The slave returned to Jingshi and had the honor to play for the long lived grandpa and his maiden, but Chunya ’s father ’s bones were buried in the barren burial mound in the southern Xinjiang. The general Ming Jian, the old slave owed Chunya a father. ! "

After a pause, Mu Nanshan whispered: "Spring buds are after the heroes of southern Xinjiang?"

"Yes," Lao Xu said busyly, choking with tears, and choking, "Chunya doesn't know where his father died, nor does he know how his father died. Chunya only said that Dad had gone. In the distance, I will return. Old slave ... Old slave really can't hold the spring bud mother and child. The old slave took the initiative to accept the spring bud mother and child.

Mu Nanshan stared at the cup of hot tea, speechless for a while.

The old Xu Zheng knelt uneasily, never receiving a reply from Mu Nanshan, and said cautiously, "General, you ..."

"Okay, you step back," Mu Nanshan said lightly, paused, and said, "As for the other, you don't need to let Chunya know."

Such a beautiful and charming young girl should not let her bear the pain of losing her father, let her continue to imagine and look forward to her father's return.

Lao Xu stunned, and then he came to understand it. Now he was busy gimmicking, "Yes, yes! Old slaves obey! Old slaves obey! Thank you, General!"

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Tianding Two Years, April 28

Deng Duolun, the prefect of Qinghai Province, was dismissed by General Qinghai on the grounds of corruption, wickedness, and contempt of monarchy. Deng Duolun and his relatives' 38 subordinates were sent to Qinghai prison. At a time, everyone in Qinghai clapped their hands. praise.

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General House of Qinghai.

Mu Nanshan personally audited. It was already dark when he returned. He was a little tired, but he was very excited. He thought about the praise and praise of the people in the day, and the handle that the people gave him. Ten thousand umbrellas, he was very excited. This was the first time he was so close to the people. It was also the first time that he truly felt the satisfaction and joy of being an official. So even though he was tired, he was so excited to sleep. No.

He sat in the study and flipped through the unfinished "Qinghai Fengwuzhi", feeling a bit boring, and a bit hungry, apparently he had eaten back in the Qiang.