Princess too Young, Prince too Old

She has always known that Lu Zhishan has been unable to put down South Xinjiang, but she clearly underestimated the position of South Xinjiang in Lu Zhishan's heart. She has also heard about Yin Qiang ’s robbing of daughters in Beijing. I hate it very much, but I have n’t meant to intervene. It must not be something that a laid-back prince should manage and be able to manage, and the discerning person knows who the person behind Ruan Xinhuai is, but today, this happened In Xiahe Village, Lu Zhishan let people directly win the screwdriver in black without saying a word, and it seemed that he was not afraid of Jingyinfu Yin at all ...

No, it was Prince Prince Huai and even Long Liver who tore his face.

Mu Nanzhi pursed her lips, and her mood was a little complicated. She moved her hand gently and held Lu Zhishan's hand. Lu Zhishan's body was hot, and her hands were always warm. She warmed her hands, but at this time, the man's hands were cold.

Mu Nanzhi couldn't help feeling distressed. She gently held Lu Zhishan's hand and whispered, "Cousin, don't be sad. The girl won't die in vain. You will definitely give her an account. . "

Lu Zhishan didn't speak, but he held Mu Nanzhi's hand backhand, and the temperature uploaded from that white and smooth hand warmed his hand and heart.

"Yeah," Ban Zhishan, Lu Zhishan dropped his eyes and suddenly said, "When I first arrived in southern Xinjiang, I thought I was the savior. Later, I found that I couldn't do anything. I couldn't fight the Siamese, and I couldn't save it. Southern Xinjiang people finally took the life of 70,000 soldiers in vain. Over the years, I have been making up for it. Regardless of the death of the heroic survivors in the southern Xinjiang, I ruled that the southern Xinjiang people in Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village had a hard time, and I I do n’t collect rent, and I still send money in the past. I have matured a lot and understood things better than before, but in the final analysis, I still regard myself as the supreme savior. "

"Well, I didn't realize until today that I'm really shameful," Speaking of which, Lu Zhishan buried his face in Mu Nanzhi's hands, his voice choked slightly, "Well, I'm sorry for anyone It ’s too much, no matter whether it was before or now, I ca n’t help them! I still feel that I ’m doing a good job, alas, how can there be such a shameless person in the world? ”

"Cousin, it's not your fault," Mu Nanzhi panicked. She had never seen Lu Zhishan look like this. She was so distressed that her eyes became wet instantly. She desperately held back her tears and pulled the deer. Zhishan looped into his arms and couldn't help kissing Lu Zhishan's cheek and hair. "Cousin, it's the court, it's the court that doesn't care about its people, it's the court. I'm sorry for the Southern Xinjiang people, cousin, it's not your fault. Whether it was before or now, you have done everything you can, cousin, you have never been sorry to anyone, never ... "

"No, it's all my incompetence, all blame me ..." Lu Zhishan choked, and a 38-year-old middle-aged man couldn't control his emotions at this time. He was dizzy and fell into a pool of blood. The girl and the soldier who died tragically in Hue gradually overlapped, occupying his mind, he hugged Mu Nanzhi's waist, his teeth were about to be broken.

"General, the other courtyard has arrived." The carriage stopped steadily in front of the pillow water courtyard.

"Return to Beijing," Lu Zhishan sat upright, across the curtains, and said slowly to Du Heng, "Go to Yinzhaomen of Jingzhao Prefecture."

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