The banquet has dispersed and all the guests have returned.
Murong Chunlai and his party slowly said goodbye to Chu Wei and returned to their residence in the post house. The ministers smiled and said goodbye to each other, and it was a happy scene.
After the courtesy was complete, Chu Wei smiled and said to Chu Lan: "The prince will send off the second prince and his party on my behalf."
"My son, I obey." Chu Lan nodded, turned to look at Murong Chunlai, "Please."
"Then there is Your Highness Prince Lao." Murong Chunlai smiled slightly, crossed his arms and walked into the night.
At the entrance of Zhuque, all the carriages were ready. Many ministers were helped into the carriages by their servants. The carriages swayed like the wind at night or the fog in the morning.
In this carriage, Feng Zhizheng was greeting a familiar guard of the Fire Palace, and then he saw a familiar figure coming out. He immediately jumped down from the carriage, and when he was about to step forward, his steps suddenly stopped.
"Your Highness, please stay. We can go back on our own." After glancing at the waiting carriage outside, Murong Chunlai slowly stopped and said with a slight smile.
Chu Lan glanced at him, nodded lightly, then turned to the man from Honglu Temple who was following behind him with his head lowered in fear, "Take good care of the second prince. If anything goes wrong, you are the only one to ask."
"Yes, yes, please rest assured, Your Highness." Everyone in Honglu Temple shrank their necks and immediately cheered.
After they retreated, Chu Lan looked back at Murong Chunlai and said, "If there is any lack of hospitality, the second prince can inform me at any time."
"Any time?" Murong Chunlai raised an eyebrow, touched his nose and said, "Does that mean the young prince can enter the Prince's Mansion at will?"
Chu Lan frowned almost invisible, and a coldness flashed deep in his eyes.
Murong Chunlai laughed and said, "Xiao Wang is just joking. Your Highness, please don't take offense. It's not too late for us to thank you. There is nothing wrong with you."
After that, he nodded to the people around him and said, "Let's go."
When passing by Chulan's carriage, Murong Chunlai paused. Under the night, with a hint of a smile in the corner of his eyes and eyebrows, he cast a provocative look at the person not far away who was looking at him with wide eyes.
After the group of people left, Feng Zhi took a breath of cold air, stepped forward and ran to Chu Lan, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, that is..."
"Go home." He responded with two cold words.
Seeing the figure walking straight into the carriage, the last string in Feng Zhi's heart suddenly collapsed.
Wasn't that person just now... the little guard who used to be with Zhang Qingjiu?
At first, he thought he had recognized the wrong person because of his dazzling eyes, but when he looked at him with the same look as before, even more arrogant, and His Highness the Crown Prince's reaction, everything told him -
This so-called second prince is the arrogant guard who once followed Zhang Qingjiu and wanted to never leave!
But how did he suddenly change his identity and become the second prince?
Gritting his teeth, Feng Zhi couldn't help but be puzzled.
But soon, he suddenly remembered something, and his face instantly turned pale.
If... if someone discovers that this second prince was her former bodyguard, will anyone accuse her of treason?
It's a dark night, and it's quiet.
In the Jianjia courtyard, the wind blows softly and the swings are quiet.
On the swing, a white figure sat on it, as if blending into the night.
It wasn't until a black shadow flew by and landed steadily in the center of the courtyard that it slowly stepped forward, stretched out its hand and gently pushed the swing, shaking the flying swing, breaking the water-like calm.
The white figure sitting on the swing didn't seem to be surprised at all by the sudden movement. When the swing took off, he reached out and held the rope slowly and swayed with the wind.
After a few breaths, the swing slowly fell.
The black figure stretched out his hand and pulled the rope to stabilize it.
The white figure did not turn around, and the black figure did not step forward. Neither of the two people saw the other's face, but they seemed to already know who the other was.
After a long time, the black figure finally sneered and broke the silence first, "Are you angry, Mr. Xiao Zhang? At today's banquet, no one is willing to take another look at Xiao Zhang."
"Angry?" The white figure sneered, "No."
"Then since you know I'm coming, why don't you go to the inn to find me?" The black figure turned to the opposite side of the white figure, with a pair of bright eyes under the wide hood.
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at the other party lightly, "No time."
She has a lot of things to do, so she has no time to look for this or that.
"No time?" Murong Chunlai took a deep breath. Thousands of words and thoughts that he had thought about were completely destroyed by these two words. An inexplicable thought came to his mind, "You climb over the wall every night.
Will the Prince's Mansion be free?"
"How can this be the same?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and yawned lazily, "He is the prince and you are Prince Qiu Di. I climbed on his wall. It was the prince's romantic style that attracted countless people. Go.
See you...what is that? Collaboration with the enemy and treason?"
"You!" Murong Chunlai couldn't help but choked when he heard Zhang Qingjiu say this.
He had imagined many scenarios after they met. He guessed that there might be surprise, surprise, or even anger in her eyes, but he never expected that she would be so cold and calm.
It was as if I was just a stranger to him whom I had never met.
But hearing her tone...
Murong Chunlai's eyes flashed, "So it seems that Mr. Xiao Zhang has known my identity for a long time?"
"Hey, don't blame me." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, "You are talking nonsense and I will sue you for defamation."
"Slander?" Murong Chunlai smiled coldly and took two steps closer, "Master Xiao Zhang is so clever and clever. How could he not know that the little guard next to him would be Qiu Di's second prince?"
Zhang Qingjiu sighed faintly, "Qiu Di people are brave and good at fighting. They would rather live in pieces than live in ruins. Who would have known that the noble second prince would almost die, and then be saved by a woman, and finally be willing to do so?"
Are you looking after the home and nursing home at the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
As soon as these words came out, Murong Chunlai frowned fiercely. Although the Qiudi people were called barbarians by the outside world, they valued their dignity above all else. If the people of the country really knew about it, he would really be doomed.
So, she really knows everything.
But unfortunately, he still pretended not to know anything for so long.
Murong Chunlai took a deep breath and said, "I can tell that you really blame me."
Weird? Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, "Why should I blame you? Just because of your status as the Prince of Qiu Di? Murong Chunlai, what does it have to do with me whether you are the second prince of Qiu Di or not?"
Looking at that cold face, Murong Chunlai felt an unprecedented warmth in his heart. He smiled slightly and said, "The past doesn't matter, but in the future, it doesn't necessarily matter."
Zhang Qingjiu chuckled and nodded, "Really?"
Two words that couldn't be simpler are like a ruthless dagger, trying to cut through the last layer of hypocrisy and pierce the endless ridicule.
Murong Chunlai took a breath and was about to step forward, but the person on the swing suddenly jumped down with a cold look: "I advise you for the last time, don't touch the people I care about."
"The person you care about?" Murong Chunlai felt his heart twitch, "Chu Lan? What if I insist?"
"Then... you can give it a try." With a sneer, Zhang Qingjiu entered the room without looking back, "Where did you come from? Go back to where you came from!"