"Cousin, what are you going to do with the children of Prince Bao and his wife?" Mu Nanzhi hesitated and whispered.
Lu Zhihe had indeed committed a heinous crime, not to mention Lu Zhishan. Even Mu Nanzhi wished he could die immediately. Mu Nanzhi did not always hate evil, but just thought about the injury on Lu Zhishan’s knee. Lu Zhihe gave it to her, and she gnashed her teeth in hatred, but after all, the child under Lu Zhihe's knees was innocent.
"I will have them sent to my husband, so that they can study and be a good person with him," Lu Zhishan said. He stretched out his hand to smooth Mu Nanzhi's forehead and said softly, "Don't worry."
Lu Zhishan knew what Mu Nanzhi was worried about, and Mu Nanzhi also knew what Lu Zhishan wanted to reassure him.
At that moment, Mu Nanzhi breathed a long sigh of relief, pursed his lips and smiled: "But I heard that you are Zhang Daru's closed disciple. Since you, Zhang Daru has never accepted a disciple. What's wrong? Zhang Daru Is this another sexual transition?”
"If there is no sir, wouldn't there be Qinghe? He wants to follow Mr. Xianfenghegu, but I won't agree." Lu Zhishan also laughed, "I can rest assured that he is under the eyes of Mr. ”
"Yes, they are lucky to have Mr. Qinghe taking care of him," Mu Nanzhi said, paused, and then asked, "What about Prince Bao? Has my cousin figured out how to deal with it?"
"I've thought about it," Lu Zhishan nodded, looking at Mu Nanzhi's curious and slightly frightened eyes, he smiled unusually softly, "But I'm not going to tell you."
Mu Nanzhi breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I don't want to know anyway."
"Let's go for a walk in the forest behind the mountain after dinner?" Lu Zhishan said, "I've been bored in the palace for a long time, and I've long wanted to go for a walk in the forest."
"Okay," Mu Nanzhi nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking at rice, "I still have to take the hounds. I haven't played with them for a long time."
Lu Zhishan's lips twitched: "...Okay."
I finally got half a day's free time, so naturally I want to hold hands with my wife, hug her and lift her up high. Who wants to hold a dog? !
Four more!
Can't quarrel him to death!
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The night is dark.
Imperial mausoleum palace.
A woman's hysterical howling could be heard from the backyard from time to time, but a pindrop could be heard in the front yard, making the woman's cry even more tragic.
Lu Zhihe sat on the Taishi chair with a pale face, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He was wearing a moon-white satin robe embroidered with gold silk and auspicious cloud patterns, which was already soaked with sweat. His long white fingers were holding the handle of the chair tightly, but Still couldn't stop shaking.
Du Heng sat across from him leisurely, sipping tea slowly.
"Prince Baojun, the food in your house is really better than the ones in the palace," Du Heng took a sip of tea, glanced at Lu Zhihe, and said slowly, "I can see how your life, Prince Baojun, is going." Very good.”
Sweat beads slid down from his forehead, flowed through his eyebrows to his eyelids, and almost fell into his eyes. Lu Zhihe was so busy that he stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and then he trembled and said: "Quan... Quan Quanzhangfu." The emperor’s favor.”
"Long Live Lord does love you," Du Heng said calmly, putting the tea cup on the table and meeting Lu Zhihe's eyes, "otherwise, how could you live to this day?"
Lu Zhihe's lips trembled even more, and he said with evasive eyes: "Father, you are kind, forgive me... my crime of corruption, and leave me alive to guard... the imperial mausoleum, I... I am very grateful."