The corner of Du Heng's mouth twitched: "...this, this..."
Princess Jing'an was also curious when she heard this: "General Xie also sent a congratulatory gift? Why didn't I know? What kind of specialty can be kept on the road for so long?"
"I'll take it out for you when I go back in the evening," Du Heng leaned over and whispered to Princess Jing'an. He picked up the wine glass and said to Lu Zhishan and Mu Nanzhi, "First glass, I would like to express my gratitude to you, Your Majesty." The Princess’ Hospitality.”
At that moment, the four of them drank together. The cold shredded chicken dish was placed in front of Lu Zhishan. I don’t know if it was because it tasted particularly good. Lu Zhishan kept picking up the shredded chicken dish and eating it. Mu Nanzhi sat on the side and was happy. His eyes narrowed into a straight line, and he immediately forgot to ask about Tibetan specialties.
"By the way, cousin, I heard that Princess Duan has been feeling unwell recently. Has the imperial doctor been sent to see her?" During the dinner, Mu Nanzhi suddenly remembered this matter and asked Lu Zhishan.
Before Lu Zhishan could answer, Du Heng nodded in a hurry: "Ms. Wei is indeed feeling unwell. The Imperial Hospital has sent a doctor there. The doctor said that M.S. Wei's illness is probably not serious and that her brain is broken. If she is blindly I'm afraid it won't be good if I stay in the palace, so I have to move out of the palace and take a good rest."
Mu Nanzhi nodded: "Then take it out and take good care of her. She has been through a lot in the past two years, and she is really pitiful."
Lu Zhishan gave her a piece of chicken with chopsticks and said, "Okay, I'll have someone do it in a few days."
Jiasheng 28th mid-July
Southern Xinjiang front line.
General Zhennan commanded the main tent.
When Zhou Chi hurried over from Guangxi, Lu Zhicheng was eating in the big tent. When he heard someone coming in, Lu Zhicheng frowned and looked at the door, wondering who was so unruly and just went ahead without informing him. After breaking into the tent, Lu Zhicheng was so busy that he put down his job as soon as he got a clear look at the person who broke into the tent. He stood up with a smile on his face and greeted him: "Is Governor Zhou coming?"
He got the letter and knew that Zhou Chi was coming in the past two days, so he had been looking forward to it all morning.
"Yes, my subordinate has just transported grain and grass from Guangxi," Zhou Chi said, taking out a voucher from his arms and handing it to Lu Zhicheng with both hands, "This time the grain and grass totaled two hundred shi of rice and one hundred oxen. There are 100 heads of sheep and 600 catties of vegetables. I just handed over to General Deng. This is the certificate. Please take a look at it."
"Zhou Chi, thank you so much," Lu Zhicheng took the voucher and patted Zhou Chi on the shoulder. "I personally participated in the preparations for the war, so I know how much money there is in the treasury. Southern Xinjiang In this battle, nine out of ten grains and grasses come from your Guangxi government. Without the full support of you, the governor of Guangxi, this battle will never be fought. "
"General, you are overly praised," Zhou Chi smiled faintly, "My subordinates are just following the orders of Prince Ning. They have been accumulating food over the years to prepare for the war in southern Xinjiang."
"Brother, the Emperor, took precautions and saved my life, Dali." Lu Zhicheng said with emotion.
"It's not a plan for a rainy day, it's just that I'm really afraid of being beaten," Zhou Chi said lightly, glanced at the bowl on the table, paused, and looked at Lu Zhicheng with a frown, "General, are you still acclimated?"
Since Lu Zhicheng came to southern Xinjiang, he was not good enough when he first arrived in Guangxi. He has always been unaccustomed to the local environment. Naturally, Zhou Chi did not dare to let him, the dignified Prince Hui, go to Yunnan. At that time, he directly decided to keep him in the governor's office of Guangxi. recuperate.