As Song Fu was talking, he couldn't continue. He grabbed the handkerchief on the table and wiped his face. He paused and sighed: "It's not easy for the king and the princess. The wealth of the Tian family is the most difficult to enjoy. It would be a great blessing if we could come together by fate.”
Du Heng listened to Song Fu's ramblings in silence, and his irritable heart began to calm down. He reached out and poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly. The warm tea warmed his heart along the throat, and he suddenly felt I think of one night, I remember it was a very cold spring time.
That night Princess Anle came to see Lu Zhishan. He happened to have something to report to Lu Zhishan. He waited for Princess Anle to leave before planning to enter the study to see Lu Zhishan, but he saw Song Fu holding a cup of warm wine. The hot milk tea was about to be delivered to the study. He was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped. He stared at the cup of milk tea in disbelief. His expression was exactly the same as Song Fu's at that time. Later, when Song Fu brought the milk tea in, he followed it. Glancing inside through the gap in the door curtain, Lu Zhishan picked up the cup of milk tea and took a sip. Maybe it was because the milk tea was too fragrant and sweet, but Lu Zhishan's brows and corners of his eyes were incredibly gentle.
That night, he didn't go into the study to look for Lu Zhishan.
Lu Zhishan had been depressed since returning from the southern border. It was rare for him to show such a relaxed and happy expression. He subconsciously did not want to disturb him.
At that time, he was thinking that this Princess Anle was really extraordinary. She had the ability to make the general quit Kuding, and even let the general drink this incompatible milk tea. However, he never dreamed that Princess Anle was better than him. The imagination is even more unusual, but in the end Princess Anle and the general are too inappropriate...
"Du Heng, the general has been alone for many years. It's rare to find someone who is considerate and considerate. Isn't this good?" Song Fu asked softly, as if he had read Du Heng's mind.
Du Heng was startled, stunned for a moment, and then nodded slowly: "Of course it's good."
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Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Royal study room.
Zhao Ruhai quickly walked into the imperial study, walked to the side of the emperor Lu Mingwei, bowed and said: "Long live my lord, Lord Ningjun wants to see you."
Lu Mingwei was startled and put down the memorial in his hand: "He's already here?"
Zhao Ruhai nodded and said, "Prince Ningjun is already waiting outside the palace."
Lu Mingwei took a sip of tea, paused, and said, "Xuan."
"Yes, I obey."
Zhao Ruhai bowed and left. After a while, Lu Zhishan bowed and entered the imperial study.
Lu Mingwei sat upright and watched Lu Zhishan walking toward him respectfully step by step. He looked up and down at the eldest son who had once been extremely doted on him but now detested him extremely. Finally, his eyes stopped at Lu Zhishan's slight smile. With his lame leg, Lu Mingwei frowned and put down the teacup.
"My son, I pay homage to my father, and I wish you the best of my respects!" Lu Zhishan walked to the table, knelt down and kowtowed respectfully.
"Get up," Lu Mingwei said calmly, pointing to the chair next to him, "sit down and talk."
"My son, I want to ask Father for something, please grant me permission." Lu Zhishan did not get up, but still knelt on the ground respectfully, looking at Lu Mingwei respectfully.
Lu Mingwei said calmly: "The last time you knelt here and begged me like this was seventeen years ago."
That year, Lu Zhishan was still a fourteen-year-old flamboyant young man, with bright clothes and angry horses, and great pride. He begged his father for permission to go to the southwest front line, kill the enemy, serve the country, and guard the southern border.