Princess too Young, Prince too Old

As soon as she came out of the hall, she felt the cold wind blow on her face. Mu Nanzhi was so busy pulling the cloak on her body that she stepped out against the wind. The hall behind her was a little far away, and she suddenly nodded to the warmth in the hall.

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On Lunar New Year's Eve this year, Lu Zhishan did not participate in the banquet of the palace. On the afternoon of the 30th, the intention came from the palace, saying that it was the long lived Lord who sympathized with the King of Ningqin County. He had no need to enter the palace this year. At that time, Luzhishan had changed his junior dynasty uniform to enter the palace, and Song Fu had already set up a carriage.

"Either you don't enter the palace, the king's leg disease recurs, and it's even worse when the cold weather blows the cold." Song Fu was sad, with no expression on his face, holding Lu Zhishan back to the dormitory and serving Lu Zhi Resting on the mountain couch, walked out of the door lightly, not covering with a sigh.

The King of Kings is completely out of favor.

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That day, Lu Zhishan slept in the room stupidly. Later, he couldn't sleep because of the sound of firecrackers. He was about to get out of bed, but felt his knees sore and unbearable. Lu Zhishan picked up his pants, and it turned out that his knees were red and swollen. Lu Zhishan stared at the swollen knee for a while, before calling Song Fu to take the ointment.

Song Fu was so anxious that the sweat that Lu Zhishan brought from Yunnan had been used up. If he was invited to the palace for a doctor, then he must pass to Yuqian. Lu Zhishan is in a difficult situation at this time. When the palace party banquet touched the **** mold, Song Fu rubbed his hands, thinking whether to go to the palace with a rash or ask an outside doctor.

Lu Zhishan did not let him leave the house, so he took the ointment brought by Mu Nanzhi, a beef bone jar with Beidi style, which was filled with dark black ointment, which was cool and cool on his knees, exuding a touch of light Lu Zhishan was in this fragrance and fell asleep again.

Lu Zhishan did not expect that someone would come to the door on the first day. The person who came was Duan's father, the son of Zuo Zhan, Duan Feihong, then the minister of the Ministry of Rites, a man in his early forties, who was somewhat old, and his horns had begun to turn white.

Lu Zhishan didn't help anyone, he limped to give Duan Feihong a big gift, and then invited Duan Feihong into the study. Duan Feihong stared at Lu Zhishan's legs and couldn't help sighing: "King County, now you It's a shame. "

Duan Feihong hasn't persuaded Lu Zhishan in the past few years. Lu Zhishan is not in Beijing. He doesn't know the form of the Korean Central Committee. However, he is not worried about him as a father-in-law, but he is just bitter. Listening to the right ear, when the long lived grandfather pointed to Du Zhi's daughter for Lu Zhishan, he saved the heart of Lu Zhishan as a reserve, and Duan's door also rose with the water, and the left phase Duan Zeng was even more dangerous in the middle People, right-handed Wei Junchen everywhere, but the good times are not long, the southwest front is getting longer and longer, the fighting is getting longer and longer, the courtiers are complaining more and more, and the face of the long lived man is getting more and more ugly. One family can only converge, but Wei Junchen, the right-hander, is gradually showing his edge, and he is getting more and more face in the royal court.

"Remorse," Lu Zhishan stared at Ku Dingyu's stretched Ku Ding, his voice deepened, "If I know that Duan's life will soon die, I should return to Beijing earlier."

Duan Feihong heard that his eyes were hot and hot, and he sipped his tea to suppress his heartache. He paused and said, "On the eve of New Year's Eve, Wei Junchen arrived in Beijing from the southwest."

No wonder the Emperor was so angry that he was not even allowed to participate in the feast of the palace. Lu Zhishan capped the white porcelain cup: "Do you know the terms and conditions?"

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