Chu Wei Xuanzhang Qingjiu's entry into the palace was nothing more than two things. One was about the heavenly punishment for the Duke of Zhen to leave the capital.
Heaven's punishment itself does not exist. Now that Yongfang's mirror is broken, there is naturally nothing to say. Zhang Qingjiu only said that now the punishment of heaven has indeed been resolved, and Chu Wei asked no more questions.
What he really cared about was the second thing - Chu Lan was injured.
The reason for announcing Chu Lan into the palace so anxiously was to see his injuries. Although people saw him and knew that the injuries were not as serious as the outside world reported, Chu Wei still felt uneasy.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the worried look on Chu Wei's face and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I promise that His Highness the Crown Prince will be fine."
After receiving Zhang Qingjiu's personal consent, Chu Wei was completely relieved, and the expression on his face softened a lot.
Looking at the girl who was becoming more and more graceful and dignified in front of him, Chu Wei's eyes flashed, and he smiled slightly and said, "The prince, I need you to be more considerate. I think the prince has a good relationship with you now. I wonder if you have any relationship with the previous one?"
thought……"
Zhang Qingjiu's eyes lit up and he nodded immediately, "Wei Chen's heart for His Highness has never changed."
Is there any need to ask? His soul is in his body, how can this change? Does she dislike her longevity?
Chu Wei nodded happily, "If that's the case, then I understand. When the time is right, I will beat Lan'er."
"Thank you for your majesty's grace!" Zhang Qingjiu raised the corner of his mouth and smiled so happily, "But there is one more thing. I would like to ask your majesty to help me."
Hearing Zhang Qingjiu's solemn request, Chu Wei smiled and raised his eyebrows, with a flash of interest in his eyes, "Is there anything else you can't do yourself?"
At such a young age, this girl can stir up a lot of troubles. If she doesn't get what she wants, I'm afraid it's just the big boy in her family.
"Wei Chen would like to recommend someone to your Majesty." Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes.
By the time Zhang Qingjiu came out of the palace, it was already past noon.
At the entrance of Zhuque Gate, the carriage of the Prince's Mansion was still waiting there. Zhang Qingjiu raised the corner of his mouth and hurriedly got in. He blinked and said, "Your Highness the Prince has been kept waiting for a long time. Let's go back."
"Send you back home." Chu Lan said.
"Weichen knows." Zhang Qingjiu nodded, "After all, Weichen is also a man of his word."
Chu Lan:......
Feng Zhi:……
The carriage was swaying, and when it was halfway there, an inappropriate sound suddenly came from the carriage.
Zhang Qingjiu twitched the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to cover his stomach, and looked a little embarrassed.
Chu Lan narrowed her eyes and said nothing.
After a while, the sound started again.
Zhang Qingjiu gritted his teeth and said, "Um, His Highness the Crown Prince..."
Chu Lan seemed to sigh, "The wind has stopped, the Star Picking Tower ahead has stopped."
"Yes." Feng Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth, knowing that he would not be able to get to the Prime Minister's Mansion so smoothly.
The carriage was about to stop at the entrance of the Star-Zhaing Tower. Zhang Qingjiu smiled sheepishly at Chu Lan, "Thank you, Your Highness."
She came out of the Prince's Mansion in a hurry today. She didn't eat anything in the morning. She rushed all the way to the post house and only drank a pot of tea that was too small to be filled. After that, she had a battle of wits and courage with Chu Kuo, and even went to the palace.
After all the twists and turns, I was already hungry.
It was lunch time, and there were no empty seats in the Star Building. Feng Zhi went up to ask about the four top-level private rooms, but was told by the waiter that not only the private rooms, but also the ordinary private rooms had no seats.
Seeing Feng Zhi's troubled look, Zhang Qingjiu's eyes flashed and he tugged on Chu Lan's sleeve, "How about we go?"
He is such a noble prince, and he is indispensable in daily life, let alone clothes to stretch out his hands and food to open his mouth. It is really difficult for him to sit with such a group of people from the market.
However, what Zhang Qingjiu didn't expect was that Chu Lan Qingjun raised his eyebrows, looked around, and then slowly walked towards a place inside.
Zhang Qingjiu was stunned, not knowing what he was going to do, so he had to follow him.
I saw the noble man sitting down at the only remaining table with a calm expression, and then raised his head, "What's wrong? You're not hungry anymore?"
Zhang Qingjiu took a breath. He didn't know whether he was really hungry or because he was bewitched by the person in front of him. When he came to his senses, his butt was already on the chair.
Ah, this... If the injured Crown Prince is allowed to eat in such a busy city, will Chu Wei take back what he said before?
Although he was slandering in his heart, when a table of delicious food was served, Zhang Qingjiu soon felt at ease and started to enjoy it.
Chu Lan saw that she was enjoying her meal, a hint of endearment flashed in her eyes, and a smile flashed at the corner of her mouth.
After Zhang Qingjiu finished eating, the carriage continued back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
When he was approaching the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhang Qingjiu seemed to think of something, and suddenly took out something from his arms, "This is for you."
Chu Lan narrowed her eyes, and her eyes became a little more troubled.
Seeing that Chu Lan was silent, Zhang Qingjiu frowned and simply stepped forward to tie the sachet to his jade belt. While tying it, he said, "I told you not to take this thing off. You just don't want to take it off."
Listen, I've tied it up again for you this time. You can't take it off again. Your Majesty can handle the matter in the court. If you're injured this time, you should take a good rest. I added a small formation to this.
This method can help you recover better."
Chu Lan didn't expect that Zhang Qingjiu would immediately take action as he spoke. His body became stiff in an instant. When he reacted, he could only see a head arching in front of him, and there was a vague sense of freshness at the tip of his nose.
The fragrance that belongs exclusively to my daughter’s home...
Outside the carriage, Feng Zhi was driving the carriage while staring boredly at the pedestrians around him. He was now able to remain calm about the occasional conversations that came out of the carriage.
But that movement just now...
Feng Zhi narrowed his eyes and showed a proud smile at the corner of his mouth.
Hahaha! Zhang Qingjiu, you also have today!
He would never tell her that His Highness actually carries this sachet with him every day, but sometimes puts it in his arms when he sees her.
Yesterday, His Highness was wearing a middle coat, so he took off the sachet and put it in the house.
When His Highness got up today, he took a long time to look for the sachet because it was missing. If not for Your Majesty's will, the Prince's Mansion would have been turned upside down. Who knew that she had actually packed it away!
As Zhang Qingjiu finished speaking, the carriage arrived at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion and stopped slowly.
Zhang Qingjiu just arranged the ribbon of the sachet, took a breath, raised his head and said, "Okay, I'm going back. Thank you, Your Highness, for seeing me off."
Since Chu Lan was thin-skinned and didn't want to expose her, she would just follow him. Who said that when the sky is big and the earth is big, the patient is the biggest?
Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhang Qingjiu left, Chu Lan suddenly stopped her.
Zhang Qingjiu immediately turned around and blinked, "Is there anything else, Your Highness?"
"The formation on your sachet, but because of you..." Chu Lan frowned, her tone a little entangled.
Zhang Qingjiu frowned, looking at his hesitant look, he suddenly realized something and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Your Highness, this is just a magic technique that does not require the blood of a minister."
After speaking, Zhang Qingjiu stretched out ten fingers and shook them.
The bite I made at Dali Temple a few days ago has already scabbed over. Other than that, there are no new wounds. They are as white and clean as a blooming orchid.
At that time, the sun was very strong and the sunshine was very bright, but Chu Lan felt that the woman in front of her was more dazzling than anything else in the world.