On the third day, the rumors became more and more rampant.
When he heard the words from the storyteller: "When the prince understood the purpose of the demon tower and finally discovered the demon girl's true identity, he asked everyone to arrest her and burn her on fire", Zhang Qingjiu was already laughing so much that he couldn't stand up on the couch.
Already.
"How can you still laugh?" Feng Zhi took a deep breath and glared at Zhang Qingjiu. Could it be that she really just listened to these words as a story?
"Why can't I laugh?" Zhang Qingjiu wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes that he could not hold back, "As the saying goes, others laugh at me because I am too crazy, but others cannot see through my laughter."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Feng Zhi frowned, "I came here today to tell you that you'd better not go out recently. His Highness the Crown Prince will investigate this matter and give you an explanation."
Otherwise, why would she think she had to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion so early in the morning?
"I understand." Zhang Qingjiu blinked, "But is it you who told me not to go out, or His Royal Highness?"
"Of course..." Feng Zhi's face changed, his eyes dodge, but he hesitated and couldn't speak for a long time.
Zhang Qingjiu stopped smiling, "Go back and tell His Highness the Crown Prince that I understand what he means, but there are some things I can do myself."
"You can do it yourself..." Feng Zhi took a breath and was about to retort, but when he saw Zhang Qingjiu's indifferent expression, he suddenly felt angry, "Anyway, I have already said it, you can decide what to do yourself.
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After saying that, he turned around and ran out.
Looking at Feng Zhi's back, Zhang Qingjiu sighed quietly, his eyes gradually becoming clear and deep.
After stringing together the stories for three days, there are only three meanings in the words: first, Zhang Qingjiu is a witch who confuses people; second, the prince got entangled with her and his reputation was ruined.
If we look at the story of the first two days, this conflict is directly directed at her and Chu Lan.
But the story on the third day was particularly strange.
Chu Lan suddenly wakes up and turns against her. Although this ending is pleasant to see, if it is aimed at Chu Lan, why should he be cleared at the end?
But if this story was set by Chu Lan himself from the beginning, and the witch in the story was just a victim who suppressed first and then rose;
Or maybe even though Chu Lan didn't know it before, on the third day in order to let himself get away, he had someone re-edit a version of the story and spread it;
No matter which conclusion it comes to, it makes sense.
But no matter which conclusion is drawn, the finger of blame will point to one person.
If you are unfamiliar with Chu Lan's temperament, if the so-called "witch" is more straight-minded, then the fight between the "witch" and "His Royal Highness" will be endless.
It can be said that...we must work step by step until all the mechanisms are exhausted.
It's a pity that she is the witch in the article.
With a raised corner of his mouth, Zhang Qingjiu turned around and went back into the house. When he came out again, he was wearing the white coarse cloth shirt again.
At the door, Murong Chunlai crossed his arms and stared at Zhang Qingjiu, "Are you going out again?"
"Yeah." Zhang Qingjiu raised the corners of his lips and patted his shoulder, "I'll go back as soon as I go, and keep a close watch. The world is in chaos now, so don't run around."
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu's disappearing figure, Murong Chunlai's eyes flashed, and his face became more scrutinized. Did she... really know something?
According to reports from spies, all the people sent to intercept and kill him have been wiped out, and those people have also begun to guess whether they are still alive, and they estimate that they will be able to reach the capital in the next few days.
But he only received the news about such a thing half an hour ago, so how could she know about it?
Taking a deep breath, Murong Chunlai sneered and shook his head.
The night in Yixiang Tower is always a city that never sleeps.
"Young Master Zhang, you're here. I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you today. Wanrou has an appointment." When Zhang Qingjiu stepped into the building again, a large group of women immediately surrounded him, each holding a
The veil moved closer to her.
After all, in those days when she was hanging around, whenever she came, Wanrou, who had to spend a lot of money to see her, must have thanked all the guests and invited her to be her guest.
Over and over again, it is difficult to even think about becoming famous.
Everyone is speculating on what kind of identity this person has that makes the head of the court pay such high attention to him.
However, both the girl and the benefactor found out strangely that no matter how much they checked, they could not find her background. Immediately, this "Little Master Zhang" became even more mysterious.
"Have an appointment?" Zhang Qingjiu paused and smiled slightly, "Then I'll wait."
When the women heard what Zhang Qingjiu said, they all immediately covered their mouths and laughed. Although there are many benefactors in Yixiang Tower who do this, but...
Someone patted Zhang Qingjiu's hand with a fan and said with a wink, "I'm afraid you can't wait any longer. Wanrou's guest today is unusual. Why don't you go sit in the slave's room?"
"No." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly, his red lips raised, "She will come out today."
After saying that, he brushed away the woman who was still leaning forward and walked to the side.
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu's behavior, the remaining women couldn't help but look at each other, and finally they couldn't help but hum, "You are a ungrateful man who doesn't distinguish between good and bad, so you just wait to guard the empty room alone."
Sitting at a seat by the window, Zhang Qingjiu looked at the feasting and feasting around her, her eyes a little deeper. An hour passed, and although the wine in front of her had not been touched, it had been warmed three times.
Another half hour passed, and the originally enthusiastic woman suddenly stepped forward from time to time, looking at her with eyes full of mockery.
After half an hour, it was almost midnight. At this moment, Yixiang Building was the busiest time. When we arrived, the first wave of guests had already left each room one after another.
After seeing off the benefactor, a woman saw Zhang Qingjiu still sitting there. She couldn't help but twisted her body and stepped forward with a smile, "Young Master Zhang is really infatuated. Do you think you can wait until dawn? You can still see it."
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"Young Master Zhang!" At this moment, a crisp voice suddenly floated down from the second floor.
Everyone was shocked and raised their heads in disbelief.
"Wanrou? You're not..." The woman next to Zhang Qingjiu was shocked.
However, Wanrou seemed not to see her and just nodded to Zhang Qingjiu.
Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips, stood up calmly, patted his robe, and in full view of everyone, Shi Shiran stepped onto the stairs to the upper floor, and then followed Wanrou into the room.
As the door closed, the hall on the first floor was filled with exclamations and wailings and hatred.
No one knew that at this moment, at the door of Yixiang Building, a tall figure was staring deeply at the place where Zhang Qingjiu had left, with his eyebrows furrowed.