Lu Zhishan sat still and opened the letter again, looking at the thin and straight handwriting on it. The horizontal strokes were closed with hooks, and the vertical strokes were closed with dots. The hook is slender.
The words "Du Dao" are just like the person they are, and it is indeed good. Lu Zhishan couldn't help but curled his lips.
"... Chi is willing to be a good friend of the Qin and Jin Dynasties with the city, and I ask for the general's promise. If the general is in trouble, Chi is willing to hang up his crown and return to his fields, in order to make the general look beautiful..."
Zhou Chi was willing to give up the twenty-five years of hard work in southern Xinjiang for the sake of Lu Zhicheng, which shows that he has deep love.
Lu Zhishan sighed softly, thinking of Zhou Chi's always silent and forbearing eyes, and he felt relieved in his heart.
Fortunately, that young man who never expressed his sorrow and never shed tears finally belongs to him today.
The third day of March in the second year of Tianding
Spring begins.
At the gate of Gongyuan, Zheng Zuoyang met Ding Qilin, Ding Shaodian's eldest son. They were old friends. When they met, they immediately clasped their fists in greeting.
"Brother Zheng, before I went out in the morning, my father repeatedly told me to perform well, and I must be higher than Brother Zheng." Ding Qilin said to Zheng Zuoyang with a smile, "The old man lost to Uncle Fang in the Golden Palace, so I have been striving to surpass Uncle Fang for many years, but now this burden falls on my shoulders, and it makes me breathless. "
"Yes, yes, my father-in-law also told me that I must win the first prize in one fell swoop, and I really have nothing to complain about." Zheng Zuoyang had an expression on his face that he was "the same person who has fallen from the world."
"The two elders have been competing for a lifetime, and now it's our turn?" Ding Qilin laughed loudly, not at all nervous about the upcoming exam.
"There's nothing we can do about it. Who told us that we are both filial children?" Zheng Zuoyang smiled helplessly and patted Ding Qilin's arm and said, "I heard that my uncle's health has improved a lot?"
"Yes, I have gradually gotten better since the Chinese New Year. Now I can sit out and bask in the sun. In the past, the old man was always too busy to keep his feet wet. He was very angry, and it was inevitable that he would suffer from the same old problems. We, the younger generation, felt very sad. I have always been worried," Ding Qilin sighed softly. "Fortunately, people are finally free now. The disease is slowly being cured, and the energy is slowly recovering. After leaving the court, my mood has also changed. , but I see it is much better than before.”
"This is best. Uncle Ding is an enlightened person. No matter what the situation is, there is always a way to solve it," Zheng Zuoyang said softly, while adding, "When I get out of here, I will go to visit uncle at home."
"Okay, he likes to play chess with you the most, and he kept talking about it a few days ago." Ding Shaodian nodded with a smile.
The eighth day of the third month of the second year of Tianding
Cullen.
After the northwest army withdrew from Tubo, in accordance with the imperial decree, half of the force was handed over to the Qinghai general Mu Nanshan. Zhao Jingting and Xie Lun took the other half of the northwest army back to Kulun.
When the army returned, it was supposed to take some time to rest, but it happened to catch up with the spring drought that had not happened in Kulun for decades. This time the spring drought was really serious, stretching from Beidi to Kulun. Beidi and Dali have been experiencing this for decades. It has been repaired, and the spring drought is not the first time. According to the convention, the two countries will control the drought at the same time. The burden of Dali naturally falls on the Kulun army, so as soon as the Kulun army arrived in Kulun, they rushed to control the drought. From early February to March, the Cullen army finally returned to Cullen.
General Cullen's Mansion.
"I'm finally home!" Xie Lunfu jumped up as soon as he entered the gate of the General's Mansion. The package in his hand fell into Zhao Jingting's hand with a flick of his hand, "I'm home! I'm home!"