She has always known that Lu Zhishan has never let go of Southern Xinjiang, but she obviously underestimated the position of Southern Xinjiang in Lu Zhishan's heart. She has also recently heard about Yin Qiang in Jingzhao Mansion robbing civilian girls. Although Lu Zhishan He was very disgusted, but he never had the intention to intervene. This must not be something that an idle prince like him should or can handle, and anyone with a discerning eye knows who the person behind Ruan Xinhuai is, but today, this happened In Xiahe Village, Lu Zhishan immediately had the man in black take down the screwdriver without saying a word. He seemed not at all afraid of confronting the governor of Jingzhao...
No, it was with Prince Huai or even Lord Long Live who was at odds with each other.
Mu Nanzhi pursed her lips, her mood a little complicated. She moved her hand gently and held Lu Zhishan's hand. Lu Zhishan's body was hot, and his hands were always warm. He could do it at any time throughout the winter. She warmed her hands, but at this time, the man's hands were cold.
Mu Nanzhi couldn't help but feel distressed. She gently held Lu Zhishan's hand and whispered: "Cousin, don't be sad. That girl will not die in vain. You will definitely give her an explanation." ”
Lu Zhishan didn't speak, but held Mu Nanzhi's hand with his backhand. The warmth from that soft, white and smooth hand warmed his hand and heart little by little.
"Nannan," Lu Zhishan lowered his eyes for a while and suddenly said, "When I first arrived in southern Xinjiang, I thought I was the savior. Later I found that I couldn't do anything well. I couldn't fight away the Siamese, and I couldn't save them either. In the end, the lives of the people of Southern Xinjiang were in vain, and the lives of 70,000 soldiers were sacrificed. Over the years, I have been making up for it. The court does not care about the families of the heroes who died in southern Xinjiang. I don’t collect rent, but I still send money here and there. I’m a lot more mature and understand things better than before, but in the end, I still regard myself as a savior.”
"Nannan, I didn't realize until today that I am really shameful." At this point, Lu Zhishan buried his face in Mu Nanzhi's hand, his voice was slightly choked, "Nannan, I can't help anyone. There are too many, no matter in the past or now, I always feel sorry for them! But I still feel that I have done a good job, girl, how can there be such a shameless person in the world? "
"Cousin, this is not your fault," Mu Nanzhi panicked. She had never seen Lu Zhishan like this before. She felt so distressed that her eyes immediately became moist. She desperately held back her tears and held Lu Zhishan back. Zhishan Huan fell into his arms and kept kissing Lu Zhishan's cheeks and hair, "Cousin, it's the imperial court. It's the imperial court that doesn't care about its people. It's the imperial court that has failed the people of southern Xinjiang. Cousin, this is not your fault. No matter it was before or now, you have done everything you can, cousin, you have never been sorry to anyone, never... "
"No, it's all my incompetence, it's all my fault..." Lu Zhishan choked, a thirty-eight-year-old middle-aged man, but he couldn't control his emotions at this time. He was so dizzy that he fell into a pool of blood. The figures of the girl and the soldiers who died tragically in Hue gradually overlapped and filled his mind. He held Mu Nanzhi's waist tightly until his teeth were broken.
"General, the villa has arrived." The carriage stopped steadily in front of the gate of Zhenshui Villa.
"Go back to the capital," Lu Zhishan sat up straight and said slowly to Du Heng through the curtains, "Go to the Yin Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion."