"That's right," Mu Nanzhi immediately beamed, holding Princess Jing'an's hand and saying with a bright smile, "It's better if you stay in the palace to save Du Heng from running around the palace all the time. My cousin also said it several times , I’m not used to living separately from Du Heng, I’m disgusted by this.”
Princess Jing'an couldn't help but smile and rolled her eyes, and said to Mu Nanzhi: "Don't talk about you, I also taste the taste. Du Heng opens his eyes and closes his eyes all day long. He belongs to the Emperor. Speaking of which, he is with Long Live Lord The time spent with you is longer than the time spent with me.”
"Haha, look at us two grudges," Mu Nanzhi laughed even harder, and while taking a sip of tea, he said to Princess Jing'an, "It's all about taste, but I really like Du Heng. , Cousin has quite a lot of confidants, but over the years, Du Heng has always been by my cousin’s side. With him around, I feel particularly at ease. "
"I heard Du Heng talk about a lot of things in the past, including Xie Lun, Zheng Zuoyang, Song Tong, and Zhou Chi. He doesn't talk much on weekdays, but when he talks about these brothers who grew up together, he talks a lot. Princess Jing'an said with a smile, while patting Mu Nanzhi's hand, "But I have only met Zheng Zuoyang. I should be able to see Mr. Song at the enthronement ceremony tomorrow, but I haven't seen anyone else. Anle, you all Have you seen it?”
"I'm not much better than you. I only met Xie Lun more than you. It was still early, and we hardly talked to each other. Later he went to Kulun to work as a deputy general for General Zhao. Speaking of which, I don’t quite remember what Xie Lun looks like now,” Mu Nanzhi said, rolling his eyes, “But when it comes to Zhou Chi, although I have never met him, I have seen a lot of his handwriting, especially this one. When war breaks out in southern Xinjiang, he will write a letter to the capital on the 35th. His handwriting is so beautiful, tsk tsk tsk, I think it is even better than that copybook."
"By the way, the war in Southern Xinjiang is probably about to end, right?" When mentioning Southern Xinjiang, Princess Jing'an naturally thought of this, and asked Mu Nanzhi hurriedly, "Is there any good news from Prince Hui?"
"Not really, but my cousin said that it will most likely only be these two days," Mu Nanzhi said with a smile, while taking a sip of tea, he said with a smile, "Maybe the good news was delivered to the capital by Prince Hui himself. It’s coming.”
Princess Jing'an was overjoyed when she heard this: "That's great! The enthronement ceremony coincides with the news of success. This is really a celebration for everyone!"
While the two were talking, Jixiang came in and reported that Prince Huai had something to report to the Queen.
Mu Nanzhi was startled, frowned and asked, "But has Princess Wei's condition changed?"
Ji Xiang shook his head and said, "The man didn't say anything. He only said that he was Prince Huai's maid."
Mu Nanzhi pursed her lips, paused, and then said, "Then invite her in."
"Yes." Jixiang was so busy that he bowed and retreated.
Princess Jing'an looked at her with a solemn expression, and immediately put down her tea cup and said to Mu Nanzhi: "Don't worry too much. I heard that Wei's family has a brain disease. Although people are confused, they are always in good health. There should be no problem." What a big deal."
Mu Nazhi nodded, his expression still not good, and said to Princess Jing'an: "I'm not worried about the Wei family. Even people can't tell the difference between the Wei family's current condition. Even if the condition relapses, they won't report it directly. The only thing that comes to me is that it’s Wei’s business.”
"Isn't it Wei's business? Could it be that... Prince Huai sent someone here?" Princess Jing'an was stunned for a moment, then frowned, "This is too ridiculous."