Lu Mingwei was speechless. He was breathing hard and his gray lips were trembling. It was obvious that he wanted to say something more, but he could no longer say it.
"You want to ask me about Lu Zhihe's current situation?" Lu Zhishan raised his lips in a good mood and said slowly, "Okay, I tell you, he is still alive now, but sooner or later he will die in the Lancang River. , died in the most tragic way, since my father is not going to explain it to me until his death, I naturally want to seek an explanation from your son, don’t you think so?”
Lu Mingwei's pupils suddenly tightened, and his eyes widened.
"I also killed Prince Gong. The Taoist priest named Qingxu was mine. The bowl of chicken soup with dangshen and astragalus that was sent to Jingren Palace was also ordered by me. Prince Huai and Princess Linglong are now grounded by me. You will never be able to escape from my grasp in this life. I will kill them whenever I want. I have the final say whether the car is broken or Lingchi is broken. As for Prince Hui, whom my father loves the most, he will never come back in this life. Even if it’s your father’s funeral,” Lu Zhishan looked at Lu Mingwei’s expression, he was very satisfied and smiled even bigger, “By the way, Lu Zhihe’s son and Lu Zhiyue’s son also In my hands, Father, guess what I will do with them? Will they die prematurely for no reason? Tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s such a pity for such smart and cute little devils, don’t you think so, Father? ?”
"By the way, I still want to express my congratulations to my father. Lu Zhihe has added a new grandson to his father. He is still waiting to be named by Long Live Lord. After all, he is the blood of the royal family. No matter how young he is, the tablet will be in the future. You should have a name, you don’t have to be a nameless ghost, don’t you think so, Father?”
"Who gave you the courage?! Who?!" Lu Ming roared suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto Lu Zhishan's face, "I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"
"Father, please cherish your opportunity to be the emperor," Lu Zhishan stood up slowly, took the handkerchief and wiped his face slowly, and said calmly, "I'm afraid we are running out of time."
Lu Mingwei fell straight on the bed, his eyes widened, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.
Lu Zhishan took one last look and turned around suddenly. His eyes were blood red, and he couldn't breathe for a long time as he looked at the huge word "Wei Ren" on the doorframe plaque.
"Father, have you really loved me?" After a while, he asked softly, tears welling up in his eyes.
no answer.
There can be no answer.
As soon as Lu Zhishan came out of the dormitory, he saw Du Heng coming in a hurry. Before Du Heng could salute, Lu Zhishan looked at Du Heng and asked Du Heng to follow him out of the main hall.
"My lord, have you already..." Du Heng asked cautiously.
"He just passed away." Lu Zhishan nodded and said calmly.
"Isn't it bad if the national mourning spreads at this time?" Du Heng frowned and looked at Lu Zhishan, "If the national mourning spreads to southern Xinjiang, it might be detrimental to the war."
"So I plan to ask you to go to the southwest for a run," Lu Zhishan said solemnly, patting Du Heng on the shoulder and said, "I can rest assured that you can only do this errand in person."
"Yes, I obey the order!" Du Heng was so busy that he bowed to accept the order.
When Mu Nanzhi and Princess Jing'an hurriedly entered the palace, cries could already be heard in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Mu Nanzhi's heart sank, and she was so busy that she asked the bearer to stop the sedan. She got off the sedan and carried it with her hands. Thick skirt, while running quickly towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony.