"Miss, something happened." When Zhang Qingjiu returned to the yard, Yunque came up to him immediately, with a hint of panic on his normally calm face.
"Yeah." Zhang Qingjiu nodded, glanced at her and continued walking inside, "What did Zidie do today?"
I left in such a hurry today that I didn't even come back after having lunch at Chu Lan's place. It was really a mistake.
"Purple Butterfly..." Yunque swallowed the words as they reached his lips, took a deep breath, "Miss, Chun Lai is gone."
Yesterday, she discovered that Chun Lai had not been in the yard all day. She originally thought that he was busy with other things. Unexpectedly, she searched around the house again today and still could not find him.
"Yeah." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and continued walking towards the flower hall.
"Miss!" Yunque finally became anxious and reached out to hold Zhang Qingjiu's arm.
"Is there anything missing in the house?" Zhang Qingjiu stopped.
"No." Skylark frowned.
"Are there any casualties?" Zhang Qingjiu asked again.
"No."
"Did the government deduct his wages?" Zhang Qingjiu raised the corners of his lips.
Skylark pursed his lips, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and finally shook his head.
"Since he doesn't owe us, and we don't owe him either, just leave." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly and patted Yunque on the shoulder, "Don't think too much."
"But his origin is unknown..." Skylark took a deep breath and finally expressed his inner worries.
He has a good martial arts, but he was beaten like that when he entered the house. He is so brave and bold, and his identity is not simple no matter how he looks at it.
Seeing Yunque's face full of worry, Zhang Qingjiu smiled and shook his head, then stepped forward and said, "Yunque, you can't keep those who should leave in this world, and you can't get rid of those who don't want to leave. If he insists on hurting you, just begging for mercy."
It’s useless, but it’s better if you have a clear conscience.”
"But I'm worried that he will treat Miss..." Yunque gritted his teeth.
This is what she is really afraid of.
Don't have any plans.
"Him?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, turned around and continued walking toward the flower hall with brisk steps, "No."
Isn't it enough for Chu Lan to be her nemesis? How can anyone become her threat?
There are still three days left for the Kyoto Poetry Festival, which is held every three years. Although the Poetry Festival is famous, because the participants are all talented people and do not like to make a lot of noise, the past will pass quietly. In the end, if someone is a blockbuster
Or maybe it was because of his amazing talent that the author who recorded the scene would pass on the news of that day, leaving the world with endless aftertaste.
But this year, it seems to be different from the past.
Zhang Qingjiu stretched his arms and counted the people passing by his stall. Nine out of ten people were discussing this year's poetry meeting, and the same name appeared in their words without exception: Su Zijin.
"Have you heard? In this year's poetry competition, someone named Su Zijin actually threatened to challenge the top three in the past!"
"This matter has been spread all over the streets, how could you not know about it?"
"What kind of person is this Su Zijin? How dare he speak so wildly?"
"I don't know. I've never heard of this person before. He's just an unknown person."
"How could an unknown person dare to say something like this? Maybe there is some truth to it?"
"Then I can't say for sure. Maybe this is just sensationalism?"
"That's possible."
…
Such words can be heard everywhere.
Zhang Qingjiu listened, then changed his arm to support him and continued listening.
"How about it? Should we go take a look at this?"
"Is that something ordinary people can go? You need a letter of recommendation."
"If you want to go, brother, I can definitely get it!"
"Then what's there to say? You're a bastard who doesn't want to watch the excitement!"
…
Zhang Qingjiu sighed quietly. This matter was now so hotly debated that Su Zijin couldn't hide even if he wanted to.
But this...
Zhang Qingjiu squinted his eyes, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and turned his eyes towards the Star-Zhaing Tower not far away.
Zhaixinglou, Jixuetang.
The window here happens to face the shabby and ordinary fortune-telling stall not far away.
The characters "Zhang Xiaoxian" scrawled on it fluttered in the wind.
Near the window, two men were sitting opposite each other, but the moment Zhang Qingjiu looked over, one of them looked stern and lowered his eyes subconsciously, with a bit of panic on his face.
But soon, he seemed to remember something, and looked down again, with a hint of anger in his eyes.
Sitting next to him was a man dressed in black. He looked to be about twenty-five years old. His hair was tied with a golden crown and his face was like a crown jade. He was holding a folding fan and was smiling. His expression was indifferent. He was well-dressed, but he was tall and tall.
The pair of eagle eyes on the bridge of his nose make this face a little less gentle and gentle, and a little more exposed and unruly.
"How could that happen?" Zhong Qingyun lowered his head, took a deep breath and murmured.
There's no way she knew she was here.
"What's wrong?" The man opposite him smiled slightly and shook his folding fan.
"Nothing." Zhong Qingyun took a deep breath, shook his head, raised his eyes and looked at where Zhang Qingjiu was, "Brother, that's the fortune teller I told you about."
"Sir?" The man sneered and glanced from below, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, "Even a fortune teller has to be in his twenties before he dares to come out and tell you something, and he will only bluff you."
Zhong Qingyun looked startled, gritted his teeth and lowered his head, "Brother taught me a lesson."
"That's all." The man raised his eyebrows, "Although this matter is nonsense, since you have already agreed with others, I will help you this time, but you must remember that before you understand this matter,
The identity and relationship between you and me must not be known to others."
When Zhong Qingyun, who was originally worried, heard these words, his eyebrows lit up with joy and he said excitedly, "Brother, you, are you really willing to take action?"
The man put away the folding fan in his hand and said, "This Kyoto Poetry Festival hasn't been this lively for a long time. There's no harm in going to see how young people like you are doing nowadays."
"Thank you, brother." Zhong Qingyun took a deep breath, "With brother here, we will definitely let these poor families know what it means to be a disciple of the emperor and what it means to be noble and superior. We are not comparable to people like them in the quagmire.
!”
Regarding Zhong Qingyun's words, the man did not comment. He only smiled slightly and raised his eyebrows. He pointed at the people coming and going below with the folding fan in his hand: "So these talkers are all arranged by you?"
"I..." Zhong Qingyun thought he would be reprimanded again, his face changed slightly, and he was speechless for a moment.
"It's a good thing to be able to create momentum." Unexpectedly, the man took back his folding fan and smiled warmly, "But it's still not enough."
"That's what brother means..."
"As the saying goes, the first thing to do when attacking a city is to attack the heart first." A cold light flashed in the man's eagle eyes, "If you kill someone, you have to kill the heart."