"Lord Xiao Zhang, His Highness has important matters to deal with, please take a rest first." Huo Wu took the person to the bedroom that had been arranged for a long time. According to Chu Lan's instructions, he was not informed that he was in the palace at this moment.
Looking at the calm-looking woman in front of me, my heart was more complicated than ever.
The world only knows that the current Lady Xiao Zhang is so beautiful that she has won the trust of His Majesty and is a role model for thousands of women in the world. But with the tone of Prime Minister Zhang just now, if she really loses her power, the result will definitely be extremely bleak.
"Thank you." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly, put the things in his hands aside, and looked around.
Looking at Zhang Qingjiu with a calm expression in front of him, Huo Wu felt a little distressed for no reason. Fortunately, his Highness the Crown Prince is now...
Thinking of this, Huo Wu couldn't help but comforted him: "Don't worry, Mr. Xiao Zhang. With His Highness here, I will definitely protect you."
"Huh?" Hearing this, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. After thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing, "His Royal Highness and I, as long as he is fine, I will be fine."
But since he is willing to worry about his own affairs, let him worry about it. Doesn't this save her from racking her brains to think of reasons to enter the Prince's Mansion?
Although these words sounded strange, it could be seen that Zhang Qingjiu did not seem worried. Huo Wu breathed a sigh of relief and ordered someone to bring some snacks before going to do other things.
Near noon, Chu Lan came back.
Just after returning to the study, Feng Zhi was about to go out to serve tea when he saw a man walking towards him with a smile on his eyes and brows.
For the first time, he felt that the smile was actually not that annoying, and Zhang Yang's gesture was not very vulgar.
"I'm in?" Zhang Qingjiu paused in front of Feng Zhi, pointed inside, blinked, and sounded proud.
Feng Zhi's face darkened and he turned away.
Sure enough, I still can't have too many illusions about her.
Looking at Feng Zhi's almost escaping figure, Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips and walked into the study.
"Didn't I tell you to have a good rest?" Chu Lan raised her eyes and glanced at the man who was walking briskly with no trace of sadness on his brows, and an almost invisible smile flashed in his deep eyes.
"You're in the clear sky, why are you so embarrassed?" Zhang Qingjiu blinked and walked straight to Chu Lan.
Suddenly approaching, the breeze blows and lifts the scattered hair, like a silent net, slowly spreading out, covering the heart.
Chu Lan narrowed her eyes, "Is this why you run outside all day long?"
It was only a matter of time before she was discovered. From Zhang Qingjiu's point of view, as long as Chu Lan didn't get angry about this matter and didn't hide and be unwilling to see her, leaving her unable to recover, then it didn't matter what other people thought of her.
And when he made Huo Wu mobilize everyone to take her over in a hurry, wasn't it because he was worried about her?
Thinking of this, Zhang Qingjiu's mouth curved, without any embarrassment or fear of being exposed, "Isn't that also to understand the suffering of the people?"
"Is the Kyoto Poetry Society also relieving the sufferings of the common people?" Seeing her unconcerned look, Chu Lan raised her eyebrows.
Upon hearing this tone, Zhang Qingjiu immediately became alert. Chu Lan looked like he was looking for trouble no matter how he looked. He quickly smiled and said: "I will explain this matter to Your Majesty tomorrow. Please relax, Your Highness."
Relax? If he could relax, why would he go to the palace?
Seeing that Chu Lan's expression became obscure, Zhang Qingjiu shouted that something was wrong. He immediately stood up and took the baggage he had just brought over, "Here's this for you."
"What?" Chu Lan glanced at her.
"You'll know when you open it." Zhang Qingjiu blinked.
Even though he knew she was changing the subject, he couldn't get angry for some reason, and he didn't listen to her words and unpack the soft baggage.
Seeing that Chu Lan was motionless, Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips and said while unpacking his baggage: "His Royal Highness, you don't think that Wei Chen brought something unseen to harm you, do you? Don't worry, Wei Chen just poured it out on his own.
I will never let His Highness lose a hair."
After all, it’s so valuable!
Being used to hearing her nonsense and making jokes, Chu Lan now looked calm and calm.
As she moved, a silver-white brocade robe was gradually revealed. It was the one that Chu Lan had put on her when she left that day.
It's just that the clothes underneath...
Chu Lan's eyes sank and he looked slightly sideways: "Zhang Qingjiu."
"Well." The man who was folding the brocade robe seemed not to notice anything wrong with his actions, "What are your orders, His Highness?"
Although her tone was doubtful and her eyes were hesitant, the cunning look that flashed deep in her eyes did not escape Chu Lan's eyes.
"Zhang Qingjiu." Chu Lan called again, her tone a little darker.
"Ah?" Zhang Qingjiu seemed to have just reacted. His eyes rolled around, and finally fell on the baggage he had brought. He put the folded brocade robe aside and raised his hand generously.
, the corners of his lips curled up, "His Royal Highness, do you want me to put these away?"
Chu Lan glanced at her deeply, her eyes self-evident.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Qingjiu sighed faintly, "You have to bring it here sooner or later. It doesn't matter if you bring it in the morning or in the evening. If you hadn't brought any clothes here last time, Huo Wu wouldn't have to make a special trip today, right?"
This tone sounded so serious.
Chu Lan's blood surged when he heard these words.
But... looking at her face, she couldn't even form a single rebuttal.
At the end, Zhang Qingjiu proudly carried the pile of clothes back to the guest room specially prepared for her in the Prince's Mansion. When Chu Lan looked at her rabbit-like back, his eyes suddenly became a little darker.
At the door, Feng Zhi scratched his hair and carefully recalled the situation when he sent Zhang Qingjiu back the day before yesterday.
At first, His Highness the Crown Prince really wanted to go back to the Prince's Mansion directly, but why he changed the direction later was puzzling to him...
After thinking about what she just said for a while, Feng Zhi felt an inexplicable feeling of enlightenment.
It was night, Feng Zhi was waiting for Chu Lan to wash up, and when he was about to leave, he was stopped by Chu Lan, "I will go to court tomorrow."
"Yes, I understand." Feng Zhi was stunned, nodded immediately, and subconsciously blurted out: "But with Mr. Xiao Zhang?"
Chu Lan, who was about to go to the palace, paused slightly before slowly turning around, her deep eyes looking obscure for a moment under the candlelight.
Feng Zhi's mouth twitched, wishing he could seal his mouth shut, "I understand, I understand."
The next day, needless to say, there was only a carriage ready to go to court parked at the gate of the Prince's Mansion.
I saw a pretty figure coming out of the Prince's Mansion. She was dressed in white as snow, with black hair like a waterfall, a smile on her lips, and a calm and calm look on her face.
Seeing the figure who had already started to get on the carriage without opening his mouth, Feng Zhi couldn't help but look away.
The question I asked last night was really unnecessary.
But, did this person really sleep properly in his room last night?
The noise he heard last night was really what His Highness said, a wild cat had entered the house?
After the carriage left, Huo Wu's figure appeared in Chu Lan's palace. He looked at the glazed lamps piled in the corner that were his Highness's favorite, and sighed softly at the person behind him who was looking at each other.
"Before His Highness returns home, clean up this place."