As soon as she came out of the mourning hall, she felt a cold wind blowing against her face. Mu Nanzhi tugged on her cloak in a hurry and walked out step by step against the wind. The mourning hall behind her got farther and farther away, and she suddenly felt nostalgic for the warmth in the mourning hall.
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On New Year's Eve this year, Lu Zhishan did not attend the palace banquet. On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, a decree came from the palace, saying that Long Live Lord was sympathetic to Prince Ningqin's leg disease, so he did not have to enter the palace this year. By that time, Lu Zhishan had changed into the imperial uniform and was preparing to enter the palace, and Song Fu had already hitched the carriage.
"It's okay not to enter the palace. The prince's leg disease has recurred, and it's even worse when the cold weather hits him." Song Fu felt sad in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. He helped Lu Zhishan back to the palace and served Lu Zhishan. Resting on the couch on the mountain, he walked out of the room quietly, hiding a soft sigh.
The prince has completely fallen out of favor.
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That day, Lu Zhishan fell asleep in the room. Later, he was so noisy by the sound of firecrackers that he could no longer sleep. He was about to get out of bed, but he felt that his knees were sore. Lu Zhishan rolled up his pants, and sure enough, his knees were red and swollen again. , Lu Zhishan stared at the swollen knee for a long time, and then called Song Fu to get ointment.
Song Fu was so anxious that he was sweating on his forehead. The ointment that Lu Zhishan brought from Yunnan had been used up. If he went to the palace to ask for an imperial doctor at this time, it would inevitably be sent to the imperial court. Lu Zhishan's current situation is really not easy at this time on New Year's Eve. During the banquet in the palace, something bad happened. Song Fu rubbed his hands, thinking whether to bravely enter the palace or invite a doctor from outside.
Lu Zhishan did not let him leave the house and asked him to get the ointment brought by Mu Nanzhi. It was a Beidi-style ox bone jar filled with ink-black ointment. He applied it on his knees to feel cool and cool, exuding a faint fragrance. Lu Zhishan fell asleep again in this fragrance.
Lu Zhishan did not expect that someone would come to the door on the first day of the new year. The person who came was Duan's father, Duan Zeng's son, Duan Feihong, who was the Minister of Rites at the time. He was in his early forties, his face was a bit old, and his temples had begun to turn gray.
Lu Zhishan limped without support and gave Duan Feihong a big gift, then invited Duan Feihong into the study. Duan Feihong stared at Lu Zhishan's legs and couldn't help but sigh: "Prince, now you Sorry."
Duan Feihong has been admonishing Lu Zhishan a lot in the past few years. Lu Zhishan is not in the capital, so he does not know the situation in the court. As his father-in-law, he is always worried about him. However, no matter how hard he talks, this son-in-law is just a left ear. Listening to the right ear, when Long Live Lord pointed out the Duan family's daughter for Lu Zhishan, he naturally had the intention of establishing Lu Zhishan as his reserve. The Duan family also rose with the tide, and the left prime minister Duan Zeng became even more popular in the court. He was always superior to the Right Prime Minister Wei Junchen, but the good times did not last long. The southwest front was getting longer and longer, the war was dragging on longer and longer, the courtiers complained more and more, and Long Live Lord's face became more and more ugly. Duan's The clan could only restrain itself, but Wei Junchen, the right prime minister, gradually showed his talents and became more and more popular in front of the emperor.
"I regret it," Lu Zhishan said in a deep voice as he stared at the lingering and stretched Kuding in the cup, "If I had known that Duan's life was not long, I should have returned to Beijing earlier."
Duan Feihong's eyes were wet and hot when he heard this. He hurriedly took a sip of tea to suppress his sadness. He paused and said, "On the morning of New Year's Eve, Wei Junchen just returned to the capital from the southwest."
No wonder his father was so angry that day that he was not even allowed to attend the palace banquet. Lu Zhishan rubbed his white porcelain cup and asked, "Do you know the terms of the peace negotiation?"