Lu Zhishan sighed: "Not only the Minister of War and the Minister of Household, I'm afraid that all the civil and military officials don't want General Zhao to return to the southwest."
Xie Lun said harshly: "General Zhao asks for pensions for the fallen soldiers. This is his duty. I don't want to get in the eyes of this villain."
"Let's not talk about this. The officials only said that he would use it for other purposes, but never made it clear what official position he would give General Zhao. It is really worrying. The worst thing is that he will be trapped in the capital and waste his life," Lu Zhishan said. After taking a sip of tea, he said to Xie Lun, "Go and see General Zhao again. Tell him that I want to see him after the new year, and ask him to make sure to keep the appointment."
"Yes, I obey." Xie Lun bowed and accepted the order.
This is Lu Zhishan’s third New Year’s Eve after returning to Beijing.
The Queen Mother is ill, the Queen cannot get out of bed, the second prince is still unwilling to go out after being disfigured, and Long Live has no intention of eating and drinking to celebrate, so this year's New Year's Eve dinner is much smaller than in previous years. I don't know if it is because I feel that the dinner is too deserted. Mingwei thought of Lu Zhishan and actually gave Ningjun Prince a New Year dish. Although it was just a small plate of frozen yellow peas, everyone in the palace felt very clear. Long live the Lord, this time he remembered the big meal again. Prince, this little pea-yellow color has disturbed many people tossing and turning all night long.
Song Fu stared at the plate of yellow peas without blinking. After a while, he looked up at Lu Zhishan and asked hesitantly: "Is the Lord Long Live finally willing to forgive the county prince?"
Lu Zhishan looked at the book without raising his eyelids: "If he forgives me, he will call me into the palace to spend New Year's Eve."
Song Fu was puzzled: "Then what does Long Live Lord mean?"
"The second prince was disfigured, and it will be difficult for him to do anything in the future. The Right Prime Minister's Office has a grudge against the fourth prince because of the incident involving Wei's daughter. The fourth prince is inevitably a little frustrated. In addition, the queen mother is ill and the queen cannot afford it. Now there are thousands of people in the palace. The imperial concubine and the third prince are inevitably proud. They heard that the three princes are equally popular in the court, and the father is just giving the third prince a warning. "
Song Fu looked disappointed: "Oh, that's it."
The first day of the first lunar month of the 19th year of Jiasheng
Because the peas on the plate were yellow on New Year's Eve, several people came to visit Lu Zhishan on the first day of this year. However, Lu Zhishan's leg disease relapsed and it was not suitable to see guests, so Song Fu received them all in the front yard.
In the warm pavilion in the main hall of the backyard, people who are not suitable for seeing guests are playing with the two face figures in their hands with great interest. They are two fat and white New Year painting dolls. They are dressed in red flower jackets and have two buns on their heads. They are smiling and talking. , red lips and white teeth, no matter how you look at it, you will be liked.
Lu Zhishan had never seen these before. He couldn't put it down and played with them back and forth. Du Heng was full of questions. What happened to the general? He had never been so happy after receiving such bluffing rewards from Lord Long Live. County Lord Mu just sent two of the most worthless dough dolls, which only made the general happy for a long time.
After finally seeing Lu Zhishan put down the dough doll in his hand, Du Heng was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Lu Zhishan take out a small lucky bag from the gift box and pour out a note and two daffodils. Hua, when Lu Zhishan opened the note, he smiled even more happily, his eyes narrowed into two lines.
Du Heng couldn't help but laugh and asked: "What makes the general so happy?"
Lu Zhishan closed the note in his hand, turned to look outside the door, and asked Du Heng, "Is it going to snow outside?"