"Also, what is Commander Mu's identity? He is the Queen's brother-in-law. He is a brother and sister who are closely related by blood. Such a noble man from Tianhuang is just the commander of a patrol camp. Master Ding hastily jumped out to point fingers and talk nonsense about Mu. The commander is just the commander of a patrol camp, so what's wrong with him being encircled and crowned king? Doesn't Commander Mu count as a relative of the royal family? Besides, Commander Mu also has military achievements and has entered the army with great military achievements. Coming from Beijing, is it because of Lord Ding’s daring loyalty to blindly belittle the royal family?”
"What's more, Commander Mu is still the prince of Beidi. Although his mother has a bad reputation, she is the most favored woman around the Great Khan of Beidi. She is also Princess Heshuo of Dali and the biological aunt of Lord Long live, so she treats Mu well. The commander-in-chief is not only for the sake of the queen, but also the necessity of the relationship between the two countries. If Master Ding continues to be so loyal and loyal, the emperor and his wife will become cold, and even force Commander Mu to return to Beidi, what will happen? What will happen? It’s hard for Dali to win in southern Xinjiang. Is it possible that he will turn against Beidi or even declare war in order to satisfy Lord Ding’s loyalty?”
"Dad, please forgive your son for speaking frankly. You will not plead for Master Ding again in the future." At this point, Zheng Zuoyang stood up and gave Fang Ze a refill of hot tea. He said softly, "As for entering the palace tomorrow, I will give you to the Long Live Lord and the Queen." Happy New Year, I think it’s better to forget it. Long live the Lord, I have a lot of things to do. I finally have a few days of leisure in the new year, so let’s not disturb him.”
Fang Zeduan stared silently at the cup of mulled stone flowers in front of him, nodded for a while and said slowly: "You're right."
"If dad is worried about Mr. Ding, then my son will accompany his father to the Ding Mansion tomorrow to pay Mr. Ding a New Year greeting." Zheng Zuoyang said with a smile.
"No need," Fang Zeduan slowly shook his head and sighed, "I am afraid he is too depressed to see anyone when he is ill."
"That's just right. Let's have a good time as a family. Dad, you are too busy on weekdays. Zhenli and Shixiu are both looking forward to spending more time with you. Especially Shixiu, they said they will go to you early tomorrow morning. I blocked the door of my bedroom and kowtowed to you. That guy was afraid that you were not in the house, so he asked me to wake him up early in the morning." Zheng Zuoyang said with a smile.
"It seems that my eldest grandson has prepared a big red envelope," Fang Zeduan said with a smile, while shaking his head, "No, I have to prepare two."
Zheng Zuoyang also laughed: "Yes, of course the father in Zhenli's belly cannot escape."
Fang Zeduan took a sip of tea with a smile. When he looked up again, his face was serious again: "What's wrong with your homework preparations? There are only a few months until the exam. Don't relax."
Dali Spring Festival is held in early March.
Zheng Zuoyang immediately lost his face and said solemnly: "Yes, my son is still preparing."
"Forget it these days, there is no need to work so hard, just have a good New Year," Fang Zeduan rarely softened his tone, paused, and then said to Zheng Zuoyang, "A few days ago, I talked about you with Lord Long Live. Long Live Lord means to let you join the official department."
Zheng Zuoyang knew it well and nodded immediately: "Long live the Lord also mentioned this matter to his son."
Fang Zeduan breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to pat Zheng Zuoyang's shoulder, and said slowly: "Long Live Lord values you so much, be good, and don't let down the Holy Grace."
"Yes, son, please remember this," Zheng Zuoyang said with a bow.
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New Year's Eve in the first year of Tianding
Guangxi Governor's Yamen.