"Long live Lord Rong Zhen! Wei Chen does want to plead for Prince Ning, but it is not out of selfish motives," Duan Feihong said bravely, "Long live Lord Ming Jian, Wei Chen... Wei Chen has never been resentful of Dali and Siam. Luo Tubo signed the terms, and Ruan Xinhuai was actually acting as a collaborator, which really undermined Long Live Lord's wisdom. I thought Prince Ning had done a good job. He not only eliminated treacherous villains for the court, but also safeguarded Long Live Lord's holy name. Therefore, I thought that Prince Ning was doing a good job. I am willing to intercede for Prince Ning!”
"You are selfless," Lu Mingwei said solemnly, "Get out of here."
"Yes, Wei Chen is resigning." Duan Feihong was so busy that he left after hearing the amnesty.
Lu Mingwei looked at the swaying bead curtain, his eyes getting deeper and deeper.
After this incident, Prince Ning's reputation became very famous, not only in the court, but also among the people. He was even more popular than his Long Live Lord. I heard that all the untouchables in Southern Xinjiang from Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village planned to fight for him. A shrine has been established.
This is not a good thing.
Especially this morning at court, another courtier mentioned the matter of establishing a crown prince.
Lu Mingwei was really bored to the extreme.
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Zongren Mansion.
It was cold in spring. Walking among the green pines and cypresses, Lu Zhishan couldn't help but tighten his cloak. Who would have thought that as soon as he left the clan's mansion, he froze and saw a child dressed in goose yellow outside the vermilion gate. Standing there was a pomegranate satin robe embroidered with gold thread.
If such a dazzling color is worn on other people, I am afraid it will be very awkward, but it is very suitable to wear on a child. The child is not only dressed brilliantly today, but also has his hair neatly combed. There is an exquisite gold hairpin dotted with emerald grass-headed worms inlaid with pearls on her ingot bun. This soft pink face and warm goose yellow make the biting and whistling cold wind become gentle and graceful.
"Nanny," Lu Zhishan couldn't help but quicken his pace, and walked in front of the child in three steps and two steps at a time. He didn't care that the guards of the clan were watching behind him, and took the child's hand. He stared closely at the child's face, from the forehead to the tip of the nose, and from the tip of the nose to the chin, not missing any inch. The child rarely put on makeup on weekdays, but today he had a delicate makeup on his face, as usual. The clarity and purity are very different, but it is much more charming and charming. Lu Zhishan can't look past it. No matter how he looks at it, he feels that the child is so beautiful. He just wishes he could stick his eyes on the child. After a long while, he gently said, "Nanny, you have lost weight."
"You have the nerve to accuse me, why don't you look in the mirror and see what you look like? Lu Zhishan, haven't you eaten well these days?" Mu Nanzhi looked at the man's thin face, and there was still an inch With a long beard, she felt terribly distressed. She glanced at a row of guards in the distance and lowered her voice, "Cousin, are the meals in the Clan's Mansion not to your liking? Or are they deliberately being harsh to embarrass you and not letting you eat enough? ?”
"No, no one came to criticize me deliberately," Lu Zhishan squeezed the child's hand again, his voice was too soft to be true, "It's just that without you by my side, I always lose my appetite, so I don't want to eat anything. "
"Bah! You're so glib again!" The child glared at him, but couldn't help but blush, "If you say that, how did you get through the thirty years before your wedding?"