"We have met Long Live Lord." At that moment, Duan Feihong and Fang Zeduan helped Duan Zeng in, and the three of them bowed together to salute Lu Zhishan.
"Please get up quickly, three adults," Lu Zhishan said hurriedly, while looking at Du Heng, "Du Heng will pour tea for the two prime ministers."
"Yes." Du Heng was so busy that he poured three cups of hot tea for the two of them, while refilling Lu Zhishan's tea.
"Three adults, this is a secret document just sent from Southern Xinjiang. Take a look." Lu Zhishan smiled and sent the memorial to Duan Zeng and Fang Zeduan.
When Duan Zengfu saw the memorial, his white beard trembled with joy and his dim eyes were moist. He knelt down tremblingly while holding on to the table: "Congratulations, long live the Lord! Congratulations, long live the Lord! It's been almost thirty years, Nan." Xinjiang is finally settled!"
Lu Zhishan was so busy that he went over and helped Duan Zeng up, saying at the same time: "The Prime Minister Zuo is not in good health. I originally didn't want the Prime Minister to enter the palace. It's just such great news, but I can't help but let the Prime Minister." I knew it earlier, so I had to bother Prime Minister Zuo to make this trip.”
"Long live my thanks for your kindness!" Duan Zeng choked up. The nearly eighty-year-old man, who had been stubborn all his life, couldn't help but shed tears in front of a thin piece of paper.
"Father, this is a good thing," Duan Feihong hurriedly went over to comfort his father, and while taking the handkerchief to wipe Duan Zeng's tears, he whispered, "Father, Long live the Lord is still here."
"It doesn't matter," Lu Zhishan said hurriedly, "It is said that he is the left prime minister, but I was crying with joy just now."
Fang Zeduan endured the joy in his heart, read the memorial over and over several times, and then asked Lu Zhishan, "Did Lu Zhihe really commit suicide?"
"Yes, he died in the Lancang River." Lu Zhishan hadn't spoken yet, but Du Heng took advantage of him. "It was an advantage for him to die like that."
Fang Zeduan breathed out softly and said: "Yes, it is indeed an advantage for him, and it also pollutes the Lancang River."
Duan Feihong had been consoling the old man, and then he took the memorial and looked at it. He said with some disbelief: "Long live my lord, Prince Huijun actually took the initiative to request an order, willing to serve as the general of Yunnan and guard southern Xinjiang for the rest of his life?"
As soon as he said these words, Duan Zeng's brows immediately knitted together, and he said with some disbelief: "Prince Huijun actually took the initiative to request an order?"
Lu Zhishan suppressed the matter of Princess Linglong, but Duan Zeng and Fang Zeduan could not hide the big deal. This was also the reason why Prince Hui had to leave the capital. Lu Zhishan wanted to protect Prince Hui. It was not easy for them to kill them all, but they still had a grudge against Prince Hui. As long as Prince Hui did not return to the capital, did not hold military power, and was willing to be an idle prince, they would naturally not talk too much, but they obviously did not expect Hui. The prince was actually willing to stay in that barbarian land. Naturally, at this time, he was wondering what Prince Hui was thinking.
"My little brother has always been sincere."
Lu Zhishan said softly. This light sentence had already blocked the mouths of Duan Zeng and Fang Zeduan. Duan Zeng and Fang Zeduan looked at each other and said nothing more.
After Duan Zeng and the other three people retreated, Du Heng hurriedly asked Lu Zhishan: "Long live Lord, are you planning to clear the way for Prince Hui?"
Lu Zhishan said nothing, but took out a thin piece of letterhead from his sleeve and handed it to Du Heng's hand.
Du Heng was so busy that he opened the letter. As soon as he saw the content on the letter, he was stunned. He was speechless for a long time but couldn't say anything.
Lu Zhishan looked at his unbearable face and couldn't help but laugh: "As for it?"