Lu Zhishan pulled Mu Nanzhi to sit down and handed him a cup of ginkgo tea. Mu Nanzhi drank half of the cup in one breath. Lu Zhishan couldn't help but hold his lips again, thinking that after all, it would be better to take care of the child. Frightened.
"Are your legs healed?" Zhang Ziang asked Lu Zhishan with a worried look on his face, "In recent years, I have traveled abroad, visited many famous doctors, and asked for a lot of prescriptions and ointments for you. When you come down the mountain later, Bring it."
"Yes, thank you sir for your concern. My disciple's legs have healed." Lu Zhishan nodded and thanked him. He looked at Mu Nanzhi with a smile, who was too nervous to raise his head, and said, "My wife is virtuous and has taken good care of my disciple these years." She is very considerate, and it’s all thanks to her that the disciple’s legs are so good.”
Mu Nanzhi whispered a little embarrassedly: "No... no, I actually didn't do anything."
Zhang Ziang saw that the two of them were getting along harmoniously and harmoniously, and Mu Nanzhi was pure and calm by nature. He was naturally happy. He took a sip of tea and said to Lu Zhishan: "When I learned that you were injured and returned to Beijing, I I was so anxious that I wanted to come to the capital to have a look at you, but at that time everyone in the capital was staring at you, and I really couldn’t rush into the capital. Fortunately, you are fine now. "
"At that time, all the eyes of the capital were indeed staring at me. I'm afraid there are still many eyes still staring at me now," Lu Zhishan said with a faint smile, "But now, I don't have to keep my tail between my legs like before."
Zhang Ziang also laughed: "Although I have been outside these years, I have heard about all the major events and minor affairs in the capital. It is difficult for you to work so hard."
Lu Zhishan curled his lips in a self-deprecating tone: "Sir, you know that I despise this power-playing trick the most, but I have to fall deeply into it."
"It's not up to you," Zhang Ziang couldn't help but sigh, and said, "Back then, you went to southern Xinjiang. On the one hand, you were motivated by patriotism. On the other hand, you couldn't stand the sewage in the capital. You just didn't want to go around. After all these years, you still haven’t escaped, it’s just destiny.”
Lu Zhishan took a sip of tea and smiled bitterly: "My husband once told me that being born in the Heavenly Family cannot avoid these things. At that time, I was young and frivolous and didn't believe it. Later, as I got older, I felt more and more what my husband said. It makes sense. Fortunately, I understood it before it was too late, otherwise I would have been eaten to the bone by now. "
"It's been so difficult for you these past years," Zhang Ziang looked at Lu Zhishan's calm face, thinking of the young man who was proud of the spring breeze, wearing bright clothes and angry horses. He still felt pity and distress in his heart, so he patted him gently. He patted Lu Zhishan's hand and said, "No matter how deep the water in the Lancang River is, it can't be as deep as the pool in the capital, right?"
Lu Zhishan raised his eyebrows: "Sir, you also know?"
"Originally it was just suspicion, but this time Long Live Lord attacked the former harem at the same time, I got a lot of clues," Zhang Ziang said lightly, "What is Concubine Wan Gui's crime? She has been in the palace for nearly thirty years , how could he commit the crime of disrespect? And why did Long Live Lord refuse to clearly state what constituted disrespect? No matter how much money Lord Bao had embezzled, Lord Long Live did not have to demote him to a commoner in anger, and just put him under house arrest. The most bizarre thing is that Long Live Lord punished King Baojun openly, but secretly sent people to protect him secretly. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that there is something fishy here. "