Zhennan Prince's Mansion.
As soon as Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi arrived at the mansion, Zhou Ran had been waiting at the door. Ever since she knew that Lu Zhishan was coming to Southern Xinjiang, she had been very excited, but at this time she saw Lu Zhishan getting off the horse, She was extremely calm.
Zhou Ran stepped forward slowly, bowed and clasped his fists to salute Lu Zhishan, just like thirteen years ago: "My subordinate Zhou Ran has met the general."
Lu Zhishan looked at the calm and gentle woman in front of him and was stunned for a moment. When he heard her speak, he realized that this person was actually Zhou Ran. Zhou Ran was not very excited, but Lu Zhishan was quite excited.
"Get up quickly, where is the need for such a big gift?" Lu Zhishan stepped forward in a hurry and helped Zhou Ran up with his own hands. He looked at Zhou Ran's bulging belly with gratitude in his eyes.
Lu Zhicheng had already told Lu Zhishan in a letter that Zhou Ran was pregnant. Lu Zhishan felt endless gratitude and debt to Zhou Ran.
This woman spent the best years of her life with him on the battlefield. Later, when he was defeated and returned to Beijing in despair, she still stayed in southern Xinjiang, silently gathering strength for her comeback. Today, in order to fulfill Zhou Chi and Lu Zhicheng, she made such a big sacrifice again.
"General, are your legs feeling better now?" Seeing Lu Zhishan walking steadily, Zhou Ran still asked uneasily. This was what she had wanted to ask the most.
"It's all done," Lu Zhishan said. He did not let go of Zhou Ran's hand, but still supported her so carefully. When he spoke again, his voice was already a little hoarse, "Zhou Ran, thank you."
Zhou Ran smiled lightly: "Why are you thanking me? Isn't it all for my brother?"
"Yes, it's all because of those two useless brats," Lu Zhishan smiled, watching Xiao Anzi open the carriage door and help Mu Nanzhi get out of the carriage, he waved to Mu Nanzhi, "Nanny, here we are. Come this way.”
"Okay." Mu Nanzhi nodded obediently. The hem of her skirt was a bit long. She grabbed the hem of the skirt with both hands and came over with a smile. Her green embroidered shoes were looming under the orange-pink skirt.
This is the first time Zhou Ran sees Mu Nanzhi. Mu Nanzhi is not as beautiful as she imagined. He is not tall and thin, but his skin is really white. It is the kind of white and delicate skin that is rare in southern Xinjiang. If he had to What is unique about her is her big black eyes and the girlish aura exuding from her body. She is already twenty-six years old, but looking at her appearance, she seems to be in her twenties and eighths. , at first glance, it looks like a doll growing up in a honey jar.
"Nanny, this is Zhou Ran, Zhou Chi's sister," Lu Zhishan introduced to Mu Nanzhi, holding Mu Nanzhi with one hand and gently patting Zhou Ran on the shoulder with the other, "Don't look at how demure and gentle she is now. , In the past, she was one of my most powerful generals, even that kid Xie Lun... "
"I know that even General Zhao Jingting praised Sister Zhou Ran for her greatness. You have told me many times before," Mu Nanzhi cut off Lu Zhishan's words and looked at Zhou Ran with a pair of dark eyes. , while speaking crisply and authentically, "Sister Zhou Ran, their men always say that you have great military exploits and great martial arts, but I want to praise your cooking skills. I like the spicy sausage you make the most, and my cousin has never been able to grab it. I."
Looking at those dark eyes, Zhou Ran couldn't help but curled his lips and said, "Since your Majesty loves to eat, I will make more for you."
"Okay," Mu Nanzhi nodded in agreement, while looking at Zhou Ran's belly, and then said with a smile, "But that will have to wait until you feel better."
"Yes," Zhou Ran nodded in agreement, bowing slightly to the two of them, "Your Majesty, please come in."
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July 15th of the second year of Tianding
Ghost Festival.
The emperor and empress paid homage to the 70,000 heroes of southern Xinjiang by the Lancang River.
After the memorial ceremony, Lu Zhishan was alone by the river. Lu Zhicheng watched from a distance, very worried. He was so busy that he thought of comforting Lu Zhishan, but was stopped by Mu Nanzhi.
"Don't go," Mu Nanzhi looked at the man's lonely and straight back in the hunting west wind. There was pity in his eyes, but it was more clear, "Just let him stay alone for a while."
Lu Zhicheng was startled, then understood, nodded, and said no more.
…
That day, Lu Zhishan cried.
In the sky full of paper dust, facing the huge waves of the Lancang River, he cried until his heart broke.
He finally came back, and finally came to this heroic land soaked in the blood of countless Dali heroes.
Thirteen years later, his stump of the leg has healed, he is still striving to win the title of Ninety-Five, and he even married the best girl in the world. Over the years, this girl's wonderful hands have gradually repaired his broken heart.
He felt that he was the only lucky person in the world. Even though he had been in so much pain, even though he had been in purgatory and almost turned into a demon, there was such a little girl who had been pulling him and pulling him out of hell step by step. Brought to the human world.
Hell is too cold, but the world is just right.
But today, facing the Lancang River, he still couldn't control his grief.
My brothers, Yong Zhan misses you so much.
do you know
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