The carriage stopped slowly. Zhang Qingjiu opened the curtain and took a look at the three characters "Prime Minister's Mansion" on the plaque on the gate not far away. He lifted his body up slightly and immediately went back lazily. His eyes turned to the calm Chu Lan opposite.
"Do you really want me to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
"Get off the car." Chu Lan didn't even raise her eyes, and the pages of the book in her hand were turned by the wind.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince..." Zhang Qingjiu gritted his teeth, somewhat unwillingly, stretched out two fingers, and tried to pull Chu Lan's sleeves.
However, before Zhang Qingjiu's fingers touched the hem of Chu Lan's clothes, he raised his hand and stared straight at him with a pair of deep eyes, "Go back and ask your maid to cook you two bowls of ginger soup.
"
"Oh..." The sudden tenderness made Zhang Qingjiu inexplicably feel guilty. He quickly retracted his hand, coughed lightly, jumped out of the carriage like a rabbit, and slipped into the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion: "Thank you, Your Highness, for sending me off."
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At the door, Chu Lan looked at Zhang Qingjiu's disappearing figure. After a long while, he softly snorted and rubbed his temples: "Go back home."
"Yes." Feng Zhi responded calmly, and turned the carriage in one direction obediently.
Judging from his years of experience, His Royal Highness was actually planning to let her follow him back to the Prince's Mansion at the beginning, right? Why did he change his mind?
No one knew that during the half hour the carriage returned to the prince, Chu Lan, who seemed to be lost in the book when she came back with Zhang Qingjiu, was staring at the seat opposite where a person was sitting.
, his brows were slightly furrowed and he didn’t look away for a long time.
Wherever he looked, there was a pool of slightly wet water stains.
There was no Chunlai figure outside Jianjia Courtyard now. Under Zhang Qingjiu's instructions, they just pretended that this person had never been here.
The past is gone. As long as you hear his voice, you will know that Zhang Qingjiu is back. Only when Zhang Qingjiu returns to the house does Zidie come back to her senses.
"Miss, why are you all wet!" Zi Die immediately changed her expression when she saw Zhang Qingjiu's half-wet clothes, and quickly stepped forward to take off her robe.
Chu Lan was wrapped in a brocade robe and she was thinking about him all the way, so she didn't feel cold at all. When Zi Die said this, Zhang Qingjiu came back to her senses and found that her clothes were actually wet.
Most of it.
While taking out a set of clean clothes for Zhang Qingjiu, Zidie packed away the original wet clothes, "Fortunately, I have this robe, otherwise the young lady would definitely get cold."
After putting it away, Zidie realized that something was wrong, and her little face turned pale instantly, "Miss, this, this robe..."
"It belongs to a man." Zhang Qingjiu glanced at her, smiled and said half of the words stuck in her throat.
"Miss?!" Zidie took a deep breath, took two steps forward, her tone was full of helplessness, "You, this..."
"Wash it and put it away." Looking at Zidie's frightened and confused look, Zhang Qingjiu blinked, picked up the clean clothes and returned to the room.
If she told her that these were Chu Lan's clothes, wouldn't she scare the little girl out of her mind?
After changing his clothes and getting ready to come out, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly felt something fishy.
When did that bitch Chu Lan suddenly go back on his word and insist on driving her back?
If I remember correctly, it was when he threw the robe to me, right? Then he told her to drink ginger soup...
The dog man will care about her. Is this a big improvement?!
Thinking of this, Zhang Qingjiu's originally gloomy mood suddenly disappeared, and he even drank the ginger soup that he had been resisting a bit in one go.
At that time, Chu Lan had just stepped out of the carriage, and the wind blowing in his face made him couldn't help but sneeze lightly.
Feng Zhi instantly took an umbrella to cover his head, reached for the brocade robe that was always in the car and found it empty, only to realize that it had been worn by someone.
Feng Zhi took back his hand and sighed, "Your Highness, I will ask someone to make you a bowl of ginger soup later."
Chu Lan paused for a moment, and his face darkened visibly.
After raising the steps and lowering them carefully, Feng Zhi blinked his eyes and tried his best to reveal an awkward yet polite smile on his lips.
This heavy rain came suddenly, but it did not extinguish the heat of summer. As the rain stopped and the cicadas chirped, the whole midsummer atmosphere burned like fire.
At the same time, what was equally lively was a young man named Su Zijin from the Kyoto Poetry Society who was silent but became a blockbuster.
The storyteller in Zhaixinglou has changed his person and has a new storybook, which vividly "restores" the grand occasion of that day for the people who come and go.
"As I said before, Su Zijin's poems are amazing, and this argument is also good, but what really makes people full of praise is the relationship between him and the previous top pick, Zhong Qingfeng, and the number one pick, Mo Bianxian.
During the competition, I saw that Su Zijin was not afraid in the face of danger, and faced it calmly with his head high and his chest high, with the momentum of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, which first made Zhong Qingfeng speechless, and then made Mo Bianxian take the initiative to say something that would be terrifying to future generations!"
The audience in the audience was fascinated by what they heard, and every one of them regretted that they were not able to witness the grand occasion.
One of them suddenly stood up, "So this Su Zijin has been recognized by the last champion?"
"It's natural!"
Hearing this affirmative answer, there was silence for a moment, and then an excited voice sounded, "Then he doesn't have to participate in this scientific examination and can directly enter the palace examination?"
"Yes, I think this Su Zijin is considered to be very lucky. If he directly enters the palace examination, he will have jumped halfway through the dragon gate!"
…
"But speaking of Su Zijin, there is another character in this poetry meeting that I have to mention."
"Who?" Hearing the mysterious tone of the storyteller, people suddenly became interested again.
"There was a fortune teller who predicted early on that Su Zijin would be able to shine on that day. When everyone thought Su Zijin would lose, she was the only one who was sure of winning. Later, he even quoted scriptures on the spot and even
It really helped him win 10%!”
"Is there such a thing?"
"Who is the fortune teller with such ability?"
…
"That's not all. At the end, the heavy rain came suddenly. The fortune teller lost his disguise and turned out to be a woman!"
"woman?"
"female?"
"There are actually women who work as fortune tellers?"
"Where is she? I also want to find her to figure it out!"
…
When he saw everyone in the audience widening their eyes in disbelief, no more curious than when he told Su Zijin's story, the storyteller smiled proudly and closed the folding fan in his hand: "That gentleman also said, can he do it?"
If you change your name but not your surname, you are Zhang——Xiao——Xian!”
Everyone was stunned for a moment, recalling the name in their heads.
"Why do these words sound so familiar to me?"
"I'm feeling it too."
…
After a few breaths, someone suddenly slapped the table and stood up excitedly, "Zhang Xiaoxian? Isn't that the stall owner not far from Zhaixing Tower?"
One sentence instantly caused an uproar.
At the same time, there was a fortune-telling stall not far from the Star Building—
After sending away a guest who asked if it was suitable to travel tomorrow, Zhang Qingjiu yawned out of boredom and looked at his new flag swaying in the wind. When he was about to go back, a tall figure blocked the dazzling sun.
Casting a dark and bright shadow.
"What do you want to ask?" Zhang Qingjiu asked without raising his head.
The shadow slowly sank, shrouding Zhang Qingjiu's figure little by little.
All I heard was a sinister sneer, "Zhang Xiaoxian, Zhang Qingjiu, you are really... very capable."
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and lazily raised his eyelids, "Does it count? I'll go back if it doesn't count."
"Forget it." Zhong Qingfeng sneered and took out a heavy handful of gold from his arms, "Forget it when you return to the west."
Zhang Qingjiu raised the corner of his lips and threw the gold back, "That's nothing to worry about. I'll live longer than you."