"Unfortunate!" Feng Zhi returned to the yard and waved his sleeves in the air in anger.

When I entered the room, I saw His Royal Highness of the Crown Prince sitting quietly at the desk, his eyes drooping, as if he was thinking about something.

Thinking of Zhang Qingjiu's words just now, Feng Zhi thought he was concerned, and felt nervous, and immediately comforted: "Your Highness the Crown Prince is healthy and precious in gold. You don't have to take the woman's nonsense to your heart. No wonder Your Highness looked down on her, she was simply a crazy woman."

But unexpectedly, Chu Lan just raised her head calmly and glanced at him lightly, "It's late at night, let's go to bed."

"Yes." Just as he was about to go forward to serve, Feng Zhi was stunned for a moment, as if he had remembered something, so he quickly turned around and picked up the food box placed on the small table next to him, "Your Highness, the golden bird's nest soup..."

Chu Lan paused slightly when he stood up, his eyes slowly raised, he glanced at the bowl in his hand, and then his eyes turned to the void outside.

After a long time, he chuckled and walked inside, "No need to drink tonight."

"But..." Looking at Chu Lan's back, Feng Zhi wanted to speak but stopped, and finally sighed and put down the bowl with a frustrated look.

Since he served the crown prince since he was seven years old, His Highness, the Queen specially ordered the bird's nest soup, has never been cut off. This is the first time tonight.

Sure enough, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was still disturbed by that crazy woman.

Sure enough, none of the people in the Prime Minister’s Mansion were kind-hearted!

He also said that he could deduce the art of deduction, and let him see how this woman would humiliate herself tomorrow and how the Prime Minister's Mansion would end this farce!

In the courtyard of the Eighth Prince on the other side, there is a warm and soft-skinned beauty in her arms, and the room is so beautiful and happy.

After the clouds and rain, Zhang Qingcha lazily lay in Chu Lan's arms, with his hair scattered and charming eyes as silk, "Your Highness, it's getting late, I'm going back."

Just as soon as he moved, Chu Kuo pulled him into his arms again, "What's the hurry? It's still very early."

Zhang Qingcha followed the situation and fell to Chu Kuo again, looking sad: "Your Highness, don't you blame Chacha for what happened today, right?"

Seeing Zhang Qingcha's delicate appearance at slaughter, Chu Kuo's abdomen tightened again, turned over and pressed the person under him, and smiled evilly: "That depends on your performance."

Zhang Qingcha's face turned red and his eyes lowered, "When will your Majesty ask you and me to marry you? That bitch Your Majesty must make her pay the price!"

In order to win the trust of His Highness the Eighth Prince and make him promise to become the official concubine, she has been with the Eighth Prince for a whole year. No matter what, she must succeed this time!

"Don't worry, that bitch, hum... I naturally have a way to deal with her. You still want to serve Your Highness."

"ah……"

It was another rain. It was not until the sky was slightly bright that Zhang Qingcha was wrapped in a white cloak and a wide hood. He slipped back to the yard where the prime minister's family was resting. Before entering the door, he carefully explored around. When he didn't see anyone else, he was obviously relieved.

But I didn't know that from the moment she entered the door, she was stared at all by Zhang Qingjiu, who had gotten up early to practice martial arts.

The two of them lived in the opposite door. After they came back last night, Zhang Qingjiu noticed that there was no one in the opposite room. What the owner did, and after a little deduction, Zhang Qingjiu did not expect that this silly sister would be so anxious.

"Oh..." Zhang Qingjiu let out a light breath and shook her head helplessly, "I really don't know if you should say you are stupid or you should say you are stupid. When you come back at this time, you are still wearing a white cloak, and you don't feel as a living target."

At the third hour of Mao, as the oral order was transmitted to the prime minister's yard, Zhang Qingjiu and Zhang Qingcha were summoned to a side courtyard again.

Although it was a side courtyard, the layout was even more grand than the courtyard they lived in. There were court officials standing on both sides. If it weren't for the few dragon thrones on it, it would have been a very good place to go to the morning court.

And standing in front of everyone...

Zhang Qingjiu's eyes lit up instantly, and she immediately stood beside Chu Lan, sniffed suddenly, and she felt refreshed in an instant.

As expected, it’s not right to be close to the short-lived ghost. Even the air is particularly sweet when approaching your soul!

Chu Lan glanced at the woman standing beside him indifferently, and quickly looked away.

Zhang Qingjiu snorted softly in her heart, "Little thing, I pretended not to know me!" I went to your yard yesterday! For the sake of your good-looking appearance, let's make you more reserved for a while.

After the slander, Zhang Qing came forward and bowed Yingying, making a loud noise. "My daughter, please see Your Majesty, thank you for your wise observation and return your freedom."

As soon as this sentence came out, Chu Kuo was stunned and looked at Zhang Qingjiu in disbelief.

His original plan was to rebel against Yijun in front of the ministers on the grounds that she failed to complete the blessing ceremony and did not fulfill last year's promise, but she did not expect that she would take the lead.

Chu Wei didn't expect that before he could even say anything, Zhang Qingjiu would say this.

Although in his heart, the engagement between the Eighth Prince and her would not continue, no matter how much the prince was dismissed by his daughter, it was not a glorious thing for the royal family.

So Chu Wei's original intention is to turn big things into small things, and small things into small things. When the man and the woman get married, they will be well together and treat it as if nothing has happened.

But how could Zhang Qingjiu not guess the little Jiujiu in the hearts of the father and son?

Just kidding, she said that she wanted to break off the engagement, and wanted to save face for your eighth son, but she had no way!

As for Chu Kuo, he still wants to make a comeback, sorry, there are no windows!

She had to weld the hat of the first prince who was broken up on his head!

Moreover, if the matter of breaking off the engagement was not promised in front of all civil and military officials, how could she continue her next plan?

"Since you and Lao Ba are really unwilling to each other, I will naturally not force others to do anything." Chu Wei's sweet smile twitched, and Zhang Tailiu was sure that he was not wrong last night. His daughter has been soft and has no opinion since she was a child?

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhang Qingjiu raised the corner of her mouth and blinked provocatively at Chu Kuo, "In this way, I will feel relieved."

Chu Kuo was almost so angry that he vomited blood by the scene in front of him.

She feels relieved? What can she feel relieved? Are she still afraid that she will force her?

He shook his sleeves hard, glared at Zhang Qingjiu with a gloomy look, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He really thought that he had no way to deal with her in this way?

Taking a deep breath, Chu Kuo stood forward, and was so upright: "Father, Miss Zhang said yesterday that she was proficient in deduction. Since she happened to be here, why not ask Miss Zhang to deduce the assassin that Her Highness found yesterday and tell us where the murderer was?"
Chapter completed!