Coming out of the back door of Baiyun Temple, Zhang Qingjiu wiped the rain off his face. Hearing the footsteps coming one after another behind him, he glanced at the place through the hazy water vapor, and his eyes suddenly brightened.
Without any hesitation, he climbed into the nearest ordinary black carriage.
Soon, the sound of footsteps inside the temple was heard.
Looking at the pouring rain outside and the parked carriage, a coldness flashed across Zhong Qingfeng's face, a sinister arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he turned around and said: "Someone dares to come here pretending to be someone else, come here, search for me."
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"Qingfeng, this Kyoto Poetry Society has no restrictions on identity, how can he pretend to be an identity?" Mo Tianxian glanced at the carriage not far away, and came out of the crowd holding an umbrella with a gentle tone.
Everyone was about to go out in the rain. When they heard this sentence, they couldn't help but be slightly startled.
"Master Mo, do you want to protect such a troublesome person?" Seeing everyone stop walking, Zhong Qingfeng's face froze.
Mo Tingtian smiled warmly and said, "Where is there any nonsense? Every word is clearly written."
"But she is obviously a woman, but she is pretending to be a man, and she is also using the banner of fortune-telling. What does this mean if it is not a bluff?" Zhong Qingfeng's eyes turned completely cold.
"she……"
"What about women? Is it possible that this poetry club is still biased against women's participation this year? Isn't it her freedom if she doesn't want to show up as a daughter?" Before Mo Yingxian could speak, a clear female voice suddenly came from behind.
Everyone turned around, only to see a group of girls wearing bamboo hats slowly approaching. The leader was the girl Xie who had won the first place.
The woman wore a bamboo hat, her eyes passed through the layers of mist, and landed on the stationary carriage, her veil swaying slightly.
The cloister pavilion at the entrance was full of people, and outside the cloister pavilion, heavy rain poured down.
Zhong Qingfeng looked at the person blocking him, then at the carriage parked outside, squeezed his fingers tightly, turned around and walked inward.
But he made up his mind to find out the identity of the woman who was causing trouble!
Hearing the footsteps gradually disappearing, and finally only the patter of rain was left in his ears, Zhang Qingjiu in the carriage took a breath, turned his head and raised the corners of his lips to the man sitting opposite him, "I'll just
Knew you would come."
At that time, there was a lot of noise outside the carriage and it was very quiet inside. Chu Lan looked at the embarrassed woman in front of him but smiled happily at him. The look in her eyes was bright and dark, dark and bright again, and in the end only a slight expression remained.
A sigh.
Taking the handkerchief on the side, Chu Lan narrowed her eyes and said, "Wipe your hair clean."
"Okay!" He took the handkerchief from Chu Lan's hand politely, and the smile on Zhang Qingjiu's face became even stronger.
Regarding the other party's lack of questioning, blaming, and doubting attitude, Zhang Qingjiu breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time felt indescribably proud.
In the end, he smiled so much that the corners of his eyes curled up, like a satiated fox.
The scene was very noisy today. Although she vaguely guessed that Chu Lan would come, she did not focus on him. If he saw it from beginning to end, wouldn't it be...
After realizing this, Zhang Qingjiu twitched the corner of his mouth and stopped holding the handkerchief in his hand.
It's over.
"What?" Chu Lan looked at her still dripping hair and frowned slightly.
"No, it's okay." Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath and continued with his movements.
She immediately made up her mind that as long as Chu Lan didn't mention it, she wouldn't say anything and just pretended that she didn't know anything?
When his hair was half dry, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly remembered that Su Zijin was still inside, and immediately stood up, making a show of getting off the carriage.
Chu Lan's temples jumped hard, and she grabbed Zhang Qingjiu's wrist, "What are you going to do?"
Thinking that Su Zijin would not be embarrassed by those people, and thinking that he would have to compete with Zhong Qingfeng later, Zhang Qingjiu did not notice that Chu Lan's tone at this moment was a little colder than before.
, thinking to himself: "I promised others that I would help them complete today's poetry meeting..."
Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, a faint voice came from behind her, "Do you really think you are Zhang Xiaoxian?"
"I..." Zhang Qingjiu suddenly froze and turned his head after a while, "Have you seen it all?"
Fortunately, she just thought she could hide for a while, but it turned out to be a retribution in this world? Sure enough, the nemesis is the nemesis...
A burst of unknown anger was rising in my heart, but when I saw those innocent and stunned eyes, it inexplicably dissipated into the sky.
Chu Lan lowered her eyes and pulled the person back, "Someone will help you deal with all this."
After saying that, he loudly ordered: "The wind has stopped, go back home."
"Yes." When Feng Zhi, who had been hiding under the eaves outside to avoid the rain, heard this, he immediately stepped forward and pulled up the reins.
"So, Master Mo is the person you are looking for." Zhang Qingjiu blinked.
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu's expression of being obedient despite getting a bargain, Chu Lan moved his fingers slightly, and a half-smile flashed in his eyes, "Zhang Xiaoxian doesn't know how to count?"
"It's not that I don't know how to calculate." Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips, "I don't know how to calculate at all."
She had finally managed to save a little bit of repair energy these days, and she still had to maintain the magic on her face. How could she be willing to use it casually?
Besides, Chu Lan has already promised her, right?
However, when her words fell into Chu Lan's ears, they had a different meaning.
Chu Lan curled her lips almost invisible.
"But that Zhong Qingfeng." Thinking of the other person who appeared today, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but frown, "This person is too narrow-minded."
Chu Lan glanced at her and said, "No one is perfect. He also obtained his fame in an upright manner back then. His career has been ups and downs. Things are unpredictable. Keeping your true intentions is as difficult as reaching heaven."
Speaking of this, Chu Lan suddenly remembered the scene when Zhang Qingjiu came specifically to beg him to find someone to let him participate in this year's Kyoto Poetry Festival.
His eyes darkened slightly: "Or do you have no confidence in the person you like?"
Not noticing the change in Chu Lan's tone, Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and said, "That's not true."
Chu Lan's brows relaxed slightly.
"I'll forget about this."
Chu Lan: "..."
"Put on your clothes and take you home." Chu Lan's tone was somewhat helpless as she handed over the brocade robe lying beside her.
"Didn't you say go back to the Prince's Mansion?" Zhang Qingjiu blinked twice.
Chu Lan is fine now, and she wishes she could stay in the Prince's Mansion every day again.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhang Qingjiu's somewhat doubtful gaze, and Chu Lan sneered: "When did I say that I would go back to the Prince's Mansion?"
Zhang Qingjiu:......
Dog man, you are so cruel!
Zhang Qingjiu opened his brocade robe and wrapped it around himself. His body soaked by the rain instantly became warm, and Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes in comfort.
Her illusion technique is all good except that it consumes a lot of money, but it just can't touch this rootless water.
It was also because she was careless and didn't take into account today's weather changes first.