"It's just that the general's injury lasted too long, and the cartilage was damaged. I'm afraid it will take a year or two to recover. You must not force yourself to walk, otherwise you will become disabled."
Lu Zhishan thanked him and sent the old doctor out. Zhao Jingting sat silently by the bed, looking at Lu Zhishan's legs that were tightly wrapped in gauze. It took him a long time to speak slowly: "Yong Zhan, this morning the emperor issued a decree to let the doctor go." You return to Beijing quickly and I heard that the imperial court has selected the peace negotiation official, Wei Junchen, the right prime minister, and he will leave for Yunnan soon. "
"Yong Zhan, Long Live Lord is in his prime. Now he has five princes, and I'm afraid there will be more princes in the future. It is inevitable that Long Live Lord will not be able to devote his whole heart to you as before. No matter how much he loves you, he will not tolerate it anymore. Such a temperament of yours.”
"Yong Zhan, calm down. Just treat these twelve years as a nightmare. Just pretend that you didn't come to the southwest with me that year. Now that you have woken up from the dream, you are still the noble prince."
"Yong Zhan, stay well in the capital and don't come to the south again."
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Lu Zhishan didn't say anything, he just pulled a blanket and covered his face.
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Late October and early winter of the 16th year of Jiasheng
Lu Zhishan entered the capital city gate in the evening. He was lying in the carriage, listening to the noise and bustling, and suddenly remembered that he was already twenty-seven years old. He remembered that he was only fifteen years old when he left the capital. At that time, he was the most talented person. Long live the beloved eldest prince, he is the noble Prince Ning, with bright clothes and angry horses, and great pride.
Lu Zhishan opened the curtains, and the bloody setting sun dazzled him. He tiredly lowered the curtains, fell into the carriage again, and fell asleep with his head covered.
When the carriage stopped at Prince Ning's Mansion, it was already dark. The guards carefully helped him out of the carriage. He struggled to stand still. He looked at the strange and empty mansion in front of him. This palace was majestic and the threshold was two feet wide. Gao, the guards carried him through the door.
Lu Zhishan was really tired and did not go into the backyard. He rested in the front yard that night. He slept deeply that night. After a bumpy journey from Yunnan to the capital, he finally got a solid sleep.
When he woke up the next morning, a thin woman came in to wait for him to wash his face and comb his hair. Lu Zhishan had been in the military camp for more than ten years and was not used to being served by women indifferently. He was about to wave the woman away, but when he looked up, he found that the woman was actually there. She looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who this woman was for a moment.
"Your Majesty, I'm waiting for you to wash yourself," the woman seemed to sense Lu Zhishan's doubts, and she smiled and saluted him, "I'm Duan."
Only then did Lu Zhishan remember that four years ago he returned to Beijing to get married, and he married the granddaughter of Left Prime Minister Duan Zeng. However, the wedding was only ten days old, so he hurriedly returned to the south, and how could he remember whether his princess was short or fat? Ugly and beautiful.
"Thank you," Lu Zhishan looked at Duan's somewhat embarrassed face, and then nodded to Duan. Just waiting for Duan's hand to touch his hair, he suddenly grabbed Duan's hand and took away her hand. Comb, "Forget it. I'll do it myself, you go down."
Duan's hands froze in the air, and then he bowed and retreated. Lu Zhishan heard several muffled coughs coming from outside. He was a little irritated and sat on the bed for half an hour before slowly starting to wash up.
After breakfast, an imperial edict came from the palace, consecrating Prince Ning to the title of Prince Ning. Lu Zhishan knelt on the floor and respectfully listened to the edict. The eunuch looked so strange that he had never seen him before.
"Long live my Lord, I know that your knees are sick and you should not move, so you don't have to enter the palace to express your gratitude." came the cold voice of the eunuch spy, "The Queen Mother also means the same thing. The Queen Mother has given orders, and everyone around the County Prince need not worry. I have no choice but to stay at home and recuperate."