Lu Zhishan closed the note in his hand, turned to look outside the door, and asked Du Heng, "Is it going to snow outside?"
Du Heng said with a smile: "I'm afraid it won't rain today, but I'm afraid there will be heavy snow tomorrow."
"The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, which is a good sign." Lu Zhishan stared at the two small daffodils in his hand, with a smile on his face. He carefully pressed the two daffodils under a book of "Leisure" In "Love from Occasions", there are two red plum blossoms and two clivias in the book.
The flattened flowers are fixed at the beginning of every new year.
Lu Zhishan opened the small piece of paper again: I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all my money is spent.
Lu Zhishan turned the note over, and there were crooked pictures on it of a jar of wine, a small red clay stove and messy snowflakes.
Lu Zhishan stared at the poor flowers for a long time. He wanted to laugh no matter how much he looked at them. He had known before that the child did not understand poetry and books, but he did not expect that his painting skills would be so eye-popping. If it were not for his rich imagination, I simply couldn't understand what the kid wanted to express.
It seemed that the child was really depressed when she was pretending to be sick at home these days.
Lu Zhishan folded the note and stuffed it back into the lucky bag, and said to Du Heng: "Du Heng, please send someone to Xihuai Courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing to clean and prepare it. I will go there tomorrow."
Du Heng was startled: "The general has been dormant in his mansion for three years. Aren't he afraid of attracting attention when he goes out so suddenly?"
Lu Zhishan took a sip of tea and wrote lightly: "Since my father wants to use my name to suppress the third prince, of course I can't live up to my father's respect."
"Yes, my subordinate will go right away."
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The second day of the first lunar month of the 19th year of Jiasheng
Prince Ning's carriage slowly drove away from the capital city gate. On top of the city tower, the commander of the patrol battalion, Ma Ruilin, stared at the dark carriage of Prince Ning that was getting further and further away, his face expressionless.
The lieutenant general said with emotion: "I heard that Long Live Lord gave Cai Ningjun Prince's Mansion on New Year's Eve. This makes me finally think of Ningjun Prince. Ningjun Prince has been suffering in the mansion for so many years and finally dares to go out."
"You are not allowed to discuss royal affairs," Marilin warned the lieutenant. After a pause, his eyes fell on the two strong men who had just driven out of the city gate. They were whipping their horses towards the place where the carriage disappeared. Looking at them on horseback, they were fascinated. Knowing that there must be some effort on his side, Marilin added, "Send people to follow these two people and find a place where no one is around to deal with them. If there are any tails, they will be cut off. There will be a meeting at the palace of Princess Duanhui and Shuo at noon." There is a carriage leaving the city, and you will protect it secretly all the way. No mistakes can be made, and you are not allowed to leave any trace behind. "
"Yes, I will take care of it now." The deputy general bowed and accepted the order, and quickly descended from the tower.
Marilin held his hands on the cold city wall and looked at the increasingly dark clouds in the sky. There was a fleeting hint of joy in his quiet eyes.
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Xihuai Villa.
When Lu Zhishan arrived, Zhao Jingting had already been waiting at the door. As soon as he saw Lu Zhishan's carriage, Zhao Jingting excitedly stepped forward to greet him. He knelt down with a "pop" and choked up: "I have seen you before." General, the general is fine, and my subordinates are very... very happy."
Lu Zhishan was so busy that he stepped forward to help Zhao Jingting: "General Zhao, get up quickly. We don't need this kind of red tape."