"Yes, I obey my orders." A group of guards and servants bowed in a hurry.
...
Warm pavilion.
There were all kinds of bacon on the table, including braised, steamed and stir-fried. Lu Zhicheng didn't want to be greeted by Zhou Chi. He kept talking while holding his rice bowl. He didn't have the nobility and elegance that a dignified prince should have, but he was more like Zhou Chi. Yong Rong, while still urging Lu Zhicheng to eat slowly.
Lu Zhicheng was chewing on the chicken legs and said to Zhou Chi: "You don't even know, I haven't eaten properly for several days. I have lost weight. Can't you see?"
Zhou Chi had noticed it a long time ago, and immediately filled him with a bowl of soup and handed it over: "You can't eat it like this."
"It's okay, it's okay, the food cooked by your cook is delicious," Zhou Chi took a sip of the soup and smiled at Lu Zhicheng, "Brother, when we get married, we will bring your cook with us. Well, just think of it as your dowry."
Zhou Chi became angry from embarrassment and hit Lu Zhicheng hard with the other end of his chopsticks: "Why don't you marry me?! Don't you dare to talk nonsense again!"
"I'll marry! I'll marry! Hehe! Can I get married?!" Lu Zhicheng covered his head and screamed, while winking at Zhou Chi, "Brother, what's the difference between who of us marries whom? Do you think so?"
Zhou Chi blushed and shouted coldly: "Go back to Southern Xinjiang quickly! I look at you every day and insist on making me angry."
"You're not angry, I know, you like to be with me," Lu Zhicheng chuckled, finished the soup, then sat next to Zhou Chi, and then whispered to Zhou Chi, "Brother, You’re not going to the capital, right?”
Zhou Chi slowly ate a piece of bacon with chopsticks and glanced at him: "Why don't I go? When I go to the capital, I will be the first-rank minister of the Ministry of War. I have a bright future."
Lu Zhicheng suddenly froze: "If you go to the capital, then I... what should I do?"
Zhou Chi said nothing, lowered his head and continued to drink the soup.
Lu Zhicheng's brain was simply a ball of mush, and his lips were trembling violently. He looked at Zhou Chi's calm profile and wanted to say something, but he still couldn't say it.
What to say
Zhou Chi, don't go to the capital. For me, will you stay in southern Xinjiang for the rest of your life
Or, Zhou Chi, between the senior official Houlu and me, which side are you going to choose
He couldn't say it, couldn't say it.
He knew how difficult and difficult it was for Zhou Chi to get to where he is today step by step. He knew what a good person Zhou Chi was. It was precisely because he knew that he couldn't say it out loud.
His hands were clenched tightly, and his nails were digging into the palms of his hands. When Zhou Chi finally finished the bowl of soup, raised his head and looked at him, and was about to speak, he held Zhou Chi's hand.
"Zhou Chi, don't say anything. Listen to me first." He said to Zhou Chi seriously every word.
Zhou Chi was startled by the seriousness on his face and nodded immediately.
"Zhou Chi, if you decide to go to the capital, I won't stop you. Just wait for me in the capital, okay?" Lu Zhicheng said sincerely, with expectations and pleading in his eyes, "Dali The peace talks with Siam are about to begin. This time, the emperor has entrusted me with full authority to handle the matter. In addition, we have to find a suitable person to take over the position, so I will have to stay in southern Xinjiang for at least half a year. "
Zhou Chi opened and closed his mouth, his eyes filled with deep shock.
"Zhou Chi, can you wait for me for half a year? When everything in Southern Xinjiang is settled, I will go to the capital to find you. When the time comes, we will never be separated." Lu Zhicheng said seriously every word.