"Are you apologizing for not coming to pick me up?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, looked at the person opposite, then looked at the glass cup in front of him, and asked again.
Under the translucent soup base, there are two fresh green plums wrapped in ice. The green plums are surrounded by a circle of lily and lotus seeds. Dots of bright red wolfberries are floating on top, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus wafts out.
You don’t need to taste it, just by looking at the appearance, you can tell that this “Pearl Jade Green Plum Soup” is good, and of course the price will be very good.
When Feng Zhi heard Zhang Qingjiu's "shameless" question, he was afraid that he would say something unpleasant if he couldn't hold it back, and would be glared at by his master. He gritted his teeth and turned around and went out the door.
Guarded.
"I heard about what happened this morning." Chu Lan looked at her raised eyebrows and spoke slowly.
He clearly didn't explain anything, but as if he had said everything, Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips, lowered his eyes, and picked up the glass cup in front of him.
Two chilled green plums, coupled with the pearl jade soup at a suitable temperature, sour and sweet, it is indeed particularly addictive on this hot day.
So, Zhang Qingjiu took another sip, followed by a third sip.
On the fourth bite, someone grabbed my wrist again.
But it was not as eager and forceful as in the lobby, but gentle and gentle, as if with a bit of helplessness, "Don't be greedy for coolness."
Zhang Qingjiu twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at him with wide eyes, "You gave this to me."
Chu Lan: “It’s easy to stop after a brief taste.”
Zhang Qingjiu: "One more sip."
Chu Lan: "Try something else."
Zhang Qingjiu:......
I just had a taste of it. If I had known this, I might as well not have eaten it.
Although he was feeling depressed, Zhang Qingjiu obediently put down the glass cup in his hand when Chu Lan's actions clearly indicated that he would not let her eat anymore.
After letting go, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly realized why he had listened to Chu Lan so much.
It must be because whoever provides the money has the right to speak, it must be!
Chu Lan would introduce everything on the table with a smile before eating. Similarly, if he could not take more than three bites of each item, he would be stopped.
At first, when Zhang Qingjiu put down the previous portion, he was still a little annoyed.
Later, she would just put it down without Chu Lan shouting——
If she didn't put it down, where would she have the stomach to eat everything on the table?
It wasn't until the end of the meal that she suddenly realized that after sitting for nearly a cup of tea, Chu Lan didn't move a single thing even though she was just eating it!
The current situation is that he has eaten every dish on the table. Although he paid for it, this doesn't seem good, does it?
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at the man with a normal expression, rolled his eyes, stretched out his chopsticks, took out the last piece of pear blossom cake in front of him, and put it into the Chu Lan jade plate.
"After eating it, I still think the pear blossom cake tastes the best. You can try one."
Looking at the piece of pastry that was as white as jade, a barely visible smile flashed through his eyes as black as ink, and Chu Lan slowly picked up the chopsticks at hand.
Seeing Chu Lan eating the piece of pear blossom cake, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly felt relieved.
In this way, she no longer eats it alone.
Chu Lan was handsome in life, and his posture was extremely elegant. As he chewed slowly, the dark red tear mole under the corner of his eye trembled slightly, like a fascinating cinnabar.
At a certain moment, a ridiculous idea appeared in Zhang Qingjiu's mind: Could it be that her soul was seduced by his mole and took the initiative to have sex with him?
Xu Shizhang Qingjiu's eyes were too straightforward. Chu Lan slowly put down his chopsticks and looked over, "What's wrong?"
His voice was already pleasant, but today it was especially soft, like a seductive little hook.
Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath and raised his head as if nothing had happened, "It's okay, I just want to thank you."
Chu Lan narrowed her eyes slightly: "Thank you for what?"
Dog man, pretending to be stupid again.
Zhang Qingjiu coughed lightly and said, "I know that the person who said Xie Zian in the court today is your man."
Although that person usually kept silent in the court, and if he met her, he would just stand in the distance and bow to her from a distance, as if he had no interaction with Chu Lan, but don't try to hide it from her.
Regarding Zhang Qingjiu's words, Chu Lan was noncommittal, "How is Xie Zian?"
Chu Lan didn't answer, and Zhang Qingjiu also knew what he meant. Some things had already been tacitly understood by each other.
Zhang Qingjiu nodded, "There's nothing wrong with him, he's fine." She didn't need to see him in person to know that Xie Zian was in good condition. After all, the harmonious atmosphere in Xie's house was not luck.
From now on, the couple will only live in harmony with each other. "But, what do you ask him for?"
Chu Lan is not a person who cares about unimportant things.
Raising his brows, Zhang Qingjiu smiled and blinked: "Could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince also wants to live a life as a couple? If so, Wei Chen can recommend himself as a pillow!"
She said this without any hesitation. Not only her voice, but also her eyes were telling the other two: "I'm happy to".
Chu Lan looked at her deeply and looked away, "Before Sun Ningshuang married Xie Zian, she was promised a marriage by the late emperor."
Zhang Qingjiu didn't expect Chu Lan to say such a sentence, and immediately frowned, "Who do you want her to marry?"
"My father." Chu Lan spoke slowly.
"Huh?" Zhang Qingjiu was stunned, "What about her?"
"She fell in love with Xie Zian and would rather become a monk than enter the palace. Later, Xie Zian was willing to risk being beheaded to marry her; in order to ask for this marriage for his nephew, the Duke of Zhen knelt for three times in front of the late emperor's study.
After an hour, the marriage between Sun Ningshuang and Xie Zian was obtained. After that, the Xie family felt that they owed the royal family and married their daughter into the palace." Chu Lan continued.
Zhang Qingjiu stretched out his hand: "Wait a minute, I'll take care of it."
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu frowning, Chu Lan stopped talking and picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.
After a while, Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath and smiled coldly: "Why do I always feel that something is wrong with this matter? It turns out that the old man had this idea!!"
In the court, there is no one other than the British Duke who can compete with Zhen Guo Gong.
As long as Sun Ningshuang enters the harem, whether she becomes Chu Wei's queen or concubine, or the daughter of the Xie family goes to the harem, even with the support of the Queen Mother Xie, the emperor Chu Wei will definitely have better relations with the British family.
Checks and balances are always the unchanging truth of royal power.
But if the British lineage of the Sun family cannot be the support of the royal family, the only people Chu Wei can rely on are the Zhenguogong lineage.
So even if Concubine Xie cannot become the queen, the former dynasty is controlled by the Duke of Zhenguo, and the harem is taken care of by the Queen Mother Xie, as long as the daughter of the Xie family can give birth to a prince, then the successor...
Thinking of this, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but grind his back molars. In order to set up this game of chess, the old man Zhen Guogong really worked hard.
Thinking about it now, Murong Qingwan, a commoner queen, might also be part of the Xie family's calculations.
Chu Lan would suddenly talk to her about this matter, and naturally she would also think of this.
For a moment, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly felt sorry for the man in front of him, who was always calm and composed no matter what kind of situation he lived in.
What kind of startling steps must be taken to train oneself to step on the edge of a knife and look like strolling in a garden.