After moving the wine, the master chef had already prepared lunch. Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi had lunch in the backyard, and the master chef was busy preparing to make osmanthus candy.
"Cousin, has Prince Hui returned from delivering a message this time?" Mu Nanzhi asked Lu Zhishan while eating roasted pigeon, "It seems that I haven't heard from him for a long time, and I don't know if he is in southern Xinjiang." OK."
"The war in southern Xinjiang was urgent, and it was his first time to go to the front line. He was so busy that he probably couldn't even sleep well. How could he think about writing a letter? But he also handed over the paper on time. I was like this when I first entered the battlefield. He was so busy," Lu Zhishan said while delivering the milk tea to Mu Nanzhi, "Zhou Chi wrote letters more diligently than before. He, the governor of Guangxi, has now become the mentor of the fifth prince. I was about to run to the front line and teach the fifth prince step by step how to command the battle. I heard that King Huijun fell ill when he first arrived in southern Xinjiang, but Zhou Chi was very busy. He had to take care of his illness, and he had to be busy. I was worried about the war on the front line, and it was really not easy to send letters one after another to the capital with all the details. Fortunately, Zhou Ran and his wife were there to help. "
"Zhou Chi has been in Southern Xinjiang for a long time, so he is naturally more experienced and experienced than the fifth prince. Moreover, Zhou Chi has always been thoughtful and knew that his cousin was very concerned about the war in Southern Xinjiang, so he wrote the letter more diligently," Mu Nan Zhi took a sip of milk tea and said, "Cousin, why don't you also send some osmanthus wine to Zhou Chi and Prince Hui? It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and speaking of it, this is the first time for Prince Hui to celebrate the festival in a different place. ”
"That's okay," Lu Zhishan nodded and smiled again, "Zhou Chi has a weak taste, I'm afraid he can only drink osmanthus wine."
Mu Nanzhi took a sip of milk tea and suddenly asked Lu Zhishan: "Cousin, Du Heng has really gone too far. He used to disappear from time to time, but he has not seen anyone these two days. Isn't it said that the bride and groom are older?" We can't meet each other three days before the wedding? Why is Du Heng still running towards Princess Jing'an's mansion? I've never seen him so impatient, and he's not afraid of people talking."
"You really have wronged Du Heng. He really hasn't gone to Princess Jing'an's mansion in the past two days," Lu Zhishan said slowly, "I sent him to visit the imperial mausoleum, and he will be able to return to Beijing early tomorrow morning. "
"Cousin, why did you ask him to go to the imperial mausoleum?" Mu Nanzhi looked puzzled. "He is getting married soon. You still let him go to such an unlucky place without fear of causing bad luck."
"Mrs. Lu is in labor. I just heard that the fetus is not in the right position, so I'm afraid the birth will be difficult. I'm afraid I can't find a midwife in the wilderness. I asked Du Heng to take the midwife and the imperial doctor over to help Mrs. Lu give birth," Lu Zhishan said while holding a A chopstick of shrimp dumplings was handed to Mu Nanzhi's plate, and he said softly, "If you eat any more, they will be cold."
Mrs. Lu in Lu Zhi Mountain Pass is naturally the wife of Baojun Wang Lu Zhihe.
Mu Nanzhi was no longer thinking about the shrimp dumplings, and asked cautiously: "Cousin, are you... planning to imprison Prince Baojun and his family?"
"Yes," Lu Zhishan didn't hide it. He took a sip of tea and nodded, "I used to send people to keep an eye on me, but it was just that Mrs. Lu was pregnant, so I was always concerned about it and did nothing. Now that it's settled, I can't do anything." No worries."
"Cousin, what are you going to do with the children of Prince Bao and his wife?" Mu Nanzhi hesitated and whispered.