Song Fu was talking, and he couldn't talk anymore. He grabbed the papa on the table, wiped his face, paused, and sighed again, "It is not easy for the king of the county and the master of the county. It would be a great thing if fate comes together. "

Du Heng silently listened to Song Fuxu, and his irritable heart began to calm down. He reached out and poured himself a cup of tea, which he drank slowly. The warm tea warmed his lungs along the throat, and he suddenly I remembered one night and remembered that it was spring cold.

That night, the Lord of Anle County came to see Lu Zhishan, and he happened to have something to report to Lu Zhishan. After waiting for the Lord of Anle County to leave, he planned to enter the study to see Lu Zhishan, but watched Song Fu holding a glass of warmth. The hot cow's milk tea was about to be sent to the study. He was almost shocked to drop his chin. He stared at the cup of milk tea in an incredible way, exactly like Song Fu's expression at that time. Later, Song Fu sent the cow's milk tea in, and he followed it. The curtain slit glanced inward, and Lu Zhishan held up the cup of milk tea and took a sip. I wonder if it was because the milk tea was too fragrant and sweet. The corners of Lu Zhishan's eyebrows were soft and incredible.

That night, he didn't go to the study to find Lu Zhishan.

Lu Zhishan has been gloomy since returning from the south, and it is rare to show such a relaxed and happy expression. He subconsciously does not want to go in and disturb.

At that time, he was thinking that the Lord of Anle County was really unusual. He had the ability to quit the bitterness of the general and let the general drink this inimitable milk tea, but he never dreamed that the Lord of Anle County was better than him. Imagine more unusual, but in the end the Lord and General of Anle County are too inappropriate ...

"Du Heng, General has been lonely for many years. It is rare to have a caring person, isn't it good?" Seemingly seeing Du Heng's thoughts, Song Fu asked softly.

Du Heng froze for a while, then nodded slowly, "Natural is good."

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Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Royal study.

Zhao Ruhaiji stepped into the Imperial Study Room, walked to Emperor Lu Mingwei's side, and bowed, "Long live, King Ning Jun, please."

Lu Mingwei froze and put down the memorial in his hand: "Is anyone here?"

Zhao Ruhai nodded and said, "The King of Ning County is already waiting outside the hall."

Lu Mingwei sipped his tea, paused, and said, "Xuan."

"Yes, the slaves obey."

Zhao Ruhai bowed down and after a while, Lu Zhishan bowed into the Imperial Study Room.

Lu Mingwei sat up and watched Lu Zhishan step by step respectfully towards himself. He looked up and down at the eldest son who had made him extremely petit and now hates him, and finally stopped at Lu Zhishan slightly. Lu Mingwei frowned, and dropped the tea cup.

"The son-in-law met the father, and respectfully invite the father to the Holy Father!" Lu Zhishan walked to the table, bowing his head respectfully and bowing salute.

"Get up," Lu Mingwei said lightly, pointing to the chair next to him, "sit down and talk."

"The son-in-law wanted to ask the Emperor Father for something, please ask the Emperor Father for grace." Lu Zhishan didn't get up, still kneeling respectfully on the ground, looking respectfully at Lu Mingwei.

Lu Mingwei said lightly: "The last time you knelt here and begged like this, it was still 17 years ago."

That year, Lu Zhishan was a fourteen-year-old Zhang Yang boy with fresh clothes and an angry horse. He begged his father Huang En for permission to go to the southwest front, kill the enemy and serve the country, and defend the southern Xinjiang.

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