"Why don't you remember?" Du Heng remembered the old things and burst into laughter. He clapped his thighs and leaned forward and back. He was totally imageless. After laughing enough, he continued, "At that time, it was Zhou Chi's birthday and Uncle Song gave him a massage in private. After getting the braised chicken, he gave both chicken legs to Xie Lun. He was afraid that we would snatch the chicken legs, so he wrapped them in oil paper and hid the chicken legs in his arms. It was such a hot day, and he was covered in sweat. Prickly heat, it happened that Xie Lun and the general left the capital that day and were not in the house. They came back the next afternoon. Zhou Chi was so busy that he sent the chicken drumsticks to him. As a result, the drumsticks were already sour. Zhou Chi was so worried. He cried immediately and refused to listen to any advice. He was so angry that Sister Zhou Ran beat him up hard. He finally stopped crying, but he still looked pitiful. Later, the general asked the kitchen to cook it for him again. After eating a braised chicken, he finally felt better and quickly gave half of it to Xie Lun. The two little ones sat cross-legged, their faces and hands full of oil."
Mu Nanzhi heard it interesting and said with a smile: "You were quite interesting when you were young, but I just didn't want Zhou Chi to have such a past."
"Princess, you don't know that Zhou Chi has a lot of embarrassing things. It's a coincidence that most of the embarrassing things that kid did were because of Xie Lun," Zheng Zuoyang said with a smile, paused, and then sighed, "Where was he at that time? Did you think that Zhou Chi and Xie Lun would be like this? You never thought that we would be like this."
Fang Zhenli took a sip of milk tea and said, "By the way, why haven't you heard from Zhou Chi? He is about the same age as you, right? Why has there never been any good news?"
"He, I'm afraid all his good fortune in this life has been spent on being an official, but he has delayed the important things in his life," Du Heng said, looking at Zheng Zuoyang with a smile, "The last time I saw him was in Zhenjiang, not Say a few words and he will have to go back soon, but looking at the current situation in southern Xinjiang, maybe he can have a drink with that kid by the end of the year. "
"I won't take him with me when I'm drinking," Zheng Zuoyang said with a smile as he took a sip of tea, "That guy can only drink three cups. Anyway, I can't drink with him."
"Yeah, he and Xie Lun are not much different in age, but they both have an amazing capacity for drinking." Du Heng also laughed.
"Princess, we are here." Song Fu came to the main hall with the guard who was delivering the gift.
"My subordinates pay their respects to the princess!" The guard held a large rosewood box in both hands and was busy saluting Mu Nanzhi.
"Get up quickly," Mu Nanzhi said hurriedly, while looking at the dusty guard, he asked, "Did General Zhao send you here?"
"Yes, I am Zhao Jingting's personal bodyguard. This time I came from Tubo on orders of General Zhao and General Xie to deliver a wedding gift to Commander Du," the guard said as he walked towards Du Heng and handed the rosewood box to Commander Du Heng. In front of Du Heng, he said, "Please accept it, Commander Du."
Du Heng accepted the wooden box and saw that there was a seal on the wooden box and the words "Du Heng personally opened it" were written on it. Just looking at the words crawling with insects, it must be Xie Lun's handwriting. Du Heng then said to Zheng Zuoyang : "Look, this guy's handwriting has really not improved every day for ten years."
"Do you still expect him to write well? He used to be unable to sit at the desk for even a quarter of an hour." Zheng Zuoyang came over and looked at the note and smiled, "I don't know if that kid can even give such a big box to him." Whatever good things you prepare will make me jealous."