When we returned to the house, it was already past noon, but it was not yet midnight, so naturally there was no good dinner available.
But Zidie has been living in the kitchen for a long time. Although she is usually a little timid, she is still quirky and quirky. One look at Zhang Qingjiu's appearance and it was clear that she had not had lunch yet, so she immediately brought the food she had made with a smile.
dessert.
"Miss, please try this pearl emerald green plum soup." Zidie blinked, with a bit of expectation in her eyes, "I went outside a few days ago and heard many girls say that this bowl of soup has been popular these days.
Zhaixinglou is very lovable. It is said that a big shot ordered it for the girl he likes, and the lady thought it was very good."
Zhang Qingjiu: "..."
That young lady, it shouldn’t be her, right?
Seeing the expectation on Zi Die's face, Zhang Qingjiu twitched the corner of his mouth and took the bowl from her hand.
Sure enough, the taste was exactly the same as what she had tasted in Zhaixinglou.
After eating a bowl of soup, his empty stomach felt a lot better. Zhang Qingjiu sighed quietly, got up and walked towards the yard.
Perhaps it is because people have returned, or perhaps it is due to the change from spring to summer. The yard where I have lived for several months has now turned green with spring trees, and looks endlessly full of vitality in the gentle summer breeze.
Sitting on the swing, Zhang Qingjiu squinted his eyes, looked at the sky in the distance, and slowly closed his eyes.
After a long time, the swing that was hanging quietly suddenly moved.
Zhang Qingjiu frowned slightly, but did not open his eyes. He allowed the swing to swing higher and higher, but it always landed safely in a strong hand.
The force was neither light nor heavy, and the speed was neither fast nor slow. It swayed and swayed, and it actually made Zhang Qingjiu feel sleepy.
Just when she was really ready to let go of her thoughts and take a nap, the swing suddenly stopped, and a low laughter came from behind her, "Sir Xiao Zhang, you have been running around all day, it's been really hard."
"It's not hard." Zhang Qingjiu didn't look back, and held on to the swing rope with both feet, and the hanging autumn swung away again, "We are each other."
Looking at the slender figure swaying in the wind, Murong Chunlai's throat slipped slightly and the corners of his mouth moved, but in the end he did not say anything to refute.
When the swing stopped again, he sighed quietly, his tone seemed helpless, "Master Xiao Zhang is very energetic, and it is true that ordinary people like us cannot match it."
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes, "If you have something to say, please speak."
I'm used to you being so weird!
Seeing that her expression had turned cold, Murong Chunlai didn't panic at all. He raised the corner of his mouth and took out a brocade box from his arms, "Here's this for you."
"Huh?" Zhang Qingjiu took a look.
"Thanks to Mr. Xiao Zhang, how much extra monthly payment was given this month? Isn't this a way of honoring the master?" A smile flashed in Murong Chunlai's eyes, and he pushed the brocade box in front of Zhang Qingjiu.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, "Are you sure you want to give it to me?"
"Of course." Murong Chunlai raised his chin, "I don't have the habit of recycling after giving away."
Zhang Qingjiu sneered, nodded, turned around and called, "Purple Butterfly."
"Miss." Zidie came over quickly, "What's the matter?"
"Put this away." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows at the brocade box in Murong Chunlai's hand.
Zidie nodded, thinking that this was what Zhang Qingjiu asked Murong Chunlai to hold. Without doubting that he was there, she immediately stepped forward to get the box.
Unexpectedly, Murong Chunlai frowned fiercely and pulled the box back, his eyes as cold as frost.
He knew that no matter how valuable the things Zhang Qingjiu took back were, he would let this little girl keep them, but his...
Murong Chunlai's suddenly fierce expression made Zidie take a step back in fright, looking at him a little at a loss.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"
Murong's eyes changed again and again, his fingers on the box moved, and finally he breathed out softly, "Then I'd like to trouble you to keep it."
"Don't worry, I will do it." Zidie swallowed, and under Zhang Qingjiu's gaze, she stepped forward again and took the box from Murong Chunlai's hand.
After Zidie left, Murong Chunlai moved the corner of his mouth and suddenly lowered his eyes, "What will Mr. Xiao Zhang have for dinner today?"
"What Zidie does, I eat." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, and the swing started swinging again.
Looking at the flying swing in front of him, Murong Chunlai was in a trance for a moment. He seemed to see this person flying with the wind, getting farther and farther away from him. He tried hard to move towards
I chased forward, but I couldn't catch up...
Taking a deep breath, Murong Chunlai narrowed his eyes and said, "Let's go out to eat."
"Where to go?" the flying voice replied.
"Star-Zhaing Tower."
The swing stopped.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at Murong Chunlai calmly, got off the swing, and said, "Okay."
This straightforward answer made Murong Chunlai, who was already prepared to be rejected, slightly startled.
Looking at the figure who was about to leave, Murong Chunlai showed an intriguing smile and followed a few steps forward, "How dare Mr. Zhang go to a land as valuable as Zhaixing Tower now?"
Zhang Qingjiu didn't even look back, "I should be the one to ask you this, right?"
Murong touched his nose, laughed, and without saying much, they both left the Prime Minister's Mansion and went straight to the Star-Zhailing Tower.
Naturally, Zhang Qingjiu will not be the one paying the bill at the end of this meal.
Zhang Qingjiu let Murong Chunlai ask the waiter to take them to the private room of Baihua Pavilion, and ordered a table of dazzling Xingxinglou specialties with him. There was always a smile on his lips, and he never asked him where the money came from.
Come.
Murong Chunlai had no intention of opening his mouth to explain. After the waiter arranged the dishes, he started to eat heartily.
The two seemed to maintain an inexplicable tacit understanding and agreement.
On the way back home, the sky was covered with sunset glow, making the whole sky look like it was dressed in colorful clouds.
Murong Chunlai drove the carriage at a much slower speed than before. One person was not in a hurry, and the other was not rushing. The slow-moving carriage blended in with the bustling crowd and seemed particularly leisurely.
At the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Murong Chunlai looked at the red paint plaque and squinted his eyes, a flash of depth flashed in his eyes.
After jumping off the carriage, he stretched out his hand towards Zhang Qingjiu.
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him, but did not stand up immediately. Instead, he spoke slowly: "Life has its own destiny. If it is yours, no one can take it away; if it is not yours, you can't snatch it away.
"
Murong Chunlai seemed slightly startled and curled his fingers, "But... not everyone is like Mr. Xiao Zhang, who knows what is theirs and what is not theirs. If you don't try some things, how can you know?
"
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, and while he was stunned, he stretched out his hand to support the wall of the carriage, jumped off, and walked inside: "Doing something when you know you can't do it is called courage; but if you do something when you know you shouldn't do it, you do it.
What is it called again?"
At the door, Murong Chunlai looked at the figure from behind and stood there for a long time without moving.
It was night, Zhang Qingjiu took out the box that Murong Chunlai had given to him during the day. Inside was a jade fractured fan that was all crystal white. Under the light of the night, it exuded a soft and warm light.
Even a non-traveling person can see that this folding fan may not be available to even a wealthy family. A servant who is looking after the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion...
Zhang Qingjiu sneered and put the folding fan back.
Close the brocade box and put it away in a high cabinet.