Song Fu: "..."
In the end, Song Fu had no choice but to take Mu Nanzhi to the kitchen in a daze.
When Mu Nanzhi saw the deer legs and pheasants hanging on the shelf, his eyes lit up. At this moment, the weasel who had been hungry for a week could only have this look on his face. Song Fu could only see the corner of his mouth twitching.
Before Song Fu could make a move, Mu Nanzhi hurriedly stepped forward to take out the meat, then walked outside without saying a word.
Song Fu realized what he was doing and hurriedly followed him: "Junjun, this meat must weigh more than twenty kilograms. Let me help Junjun carry it back to the house. I'll tire you out carefully."
"No, no, no, I can lift it, I can lift it," Mu Nanzhi shook his head hurriedly, and walked out quickly, then suddenly turned to Song Fu and said, "Butler Song, I don't think you need to tell the prince about this. , Anyway, it’s just about twenty pounds of meat. Something as big as a sesame seed really doesn’t have to worry the prince, don’t you think?”
Song Fu: "... What the Lord said makes sense."
"Is the prince still feeling sorry for the princess?" As Mu Nanzhi walked out of the courtyard, he couldn't help but glance at the figure on the window. He always felt that Lu Zhishan was a lonely figure, and she was just looking at it from a distance. Feeling sad, Mu Nanzhi paused and said, "Steward Song, please spend more time with the prince."
Song Fu hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Yes, I understand."
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Song Fu sent Mu Nanzhi away and brought a bowl of millet and yam porridge into the study.
Lu Zhishan put down the "Xia Ke Travels" in his hand and asked casually while stirring the porridge: "Who was outside just now?"
Song Fu raised his eyes and looked at Lu Zhishan, paused and said, "It's Lord Mu."
"It's so late, what's she doing here?" Lu Zhishan frowned and let go of the spoon, "Is there anyone following this big black guy?"
Song Fu said hurriedly: "No one is following the Junjun, and the servants are not allowed to escort her back to the house. However, the servants have sent people to secretly escort the Junjun back to the house. Nothing will happen, please rest assured.
Lu Zhishan asked curiously: "Then what is she doing here at this time? Why didn't she come in to inform her?"
Song Fu couldn't figure out the situation, so he had to tell the whole story in detail. He even copied Mu Nanzhi's words to ask about the princess before leaving, word for word. After speaking, Song Fu looked depressed and puzzled: " Prince, what do you mean by Prince? Isn’t that deer meat a gift from the emperor? How could it have been bitten by a wild dog?”
"This girl," Lu Zhishan curled his lips in happiness. He leaned back on the chair relaxedly, with smiles on his brows and eyes. He just smiled and stopped laughing. He raised his head and looked at Song Fu. "You go down first and let Xie Lun come in."
"Yes, I will resign."
Song Fu bowed and stepped back. After a while, a tall, thin and strong young man came in, it was Xie Lun.
"My subordinates have met the general."
"Have you found out what you were asked to investigate?" Lu Zhishan tapped his fingers on the rosewood table and said in a deep voice, "What disease does Lu Zhinian, the eldest son of the Zhongyuan Marquis Mansion, have?"
An ordinary typhoid fever dragged on for four or five months. Lu Zhishan inevitably had to think too much.
Xie Lun said: "Yes, the general asked his subordinates to investigate the cause of the illness of the prince of the Zhongyuan Marquis Mansion. The subordinates have found out that the prince's illness is not cold, but a heart disease."
"Heart disease?" Lu Zhishan frowned, "Is it serious?"