Accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, the month of Liuhuo comes quietly.
The weather, which had been sultry for quite some time, was interrupted by a sudden heavy rain.
The heavy rain lasted for three days in a row, with rolling thunder accompanied by the downpour, as if it was going to destroy everything in a devastating way.
But when it came to an abrupt end, the entire sky was blue, the heat was no longer sultry, and the air was fresh, and actually revealed a bit of coolness in early spring, as if something was about to break out of the ground.
Under the eaves of Jianjiayuan, Zhang Qingjiu looked at the blue and auspicious sky, with a flash of depth in his eyes.
After the rain, the sky is clear and the clouds are broken, this color is the future.
The peaceful courtyard was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.
Yunque hurriedly ran to Zhang Qingjiu, took a deep breath, and said with a bit of solemnity and worry in his eyes: "Miss, Chun... the second prince Qiu Di is here."
That day, when she saw Murong Chunlai entering the Prime Minister's Mansion following her young lady, she thought it was Murong Chunlai who was out for a while and not knowing when he would come back.
Until he heard everyone calling him the second prince.
Only then did she realize that this familiar stranger was now really just a stranger.
"Yes." Zhang Qingjiu turned to look at her. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the familiar figure walking in, and nodded, "Go and do your work."
"Mr. Xiao Zhang, did you already know that I was coming today?" The visitor was obviously in a very happy mood, with a hint of smile in his tone.
Today, he did not wear the clothes that symbolized the second prince Qiu Di, but put on a black brocade robe worn by the people of Dahui. His hair was no longer spread loose, but was crowned with a black jade hairpin.
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Zhang Qingjiu's eyes moved away lightly. No wonder the skylark almost screamed wrong. If the aura hadn't been completely different, just looking at the dress, it would have looked a bit like that time.
"What if I say I don't know?"
"Master Xiao Zhang has such a clever plan, how could you not know it?" Murong Chunlai paused slightly and frowned, not expecting that she would say such a thing.
"For those who are not interested, there is no need to know so much. I don't have such a broad mind to cause trouble for myself." Zhang Qingjiu said with an indifferent expression, and his tone was not polite at all.
Hearing Zhang Qingjiu's words, Murong Chunlai was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips and stepped closer: "But the people that Mr. Xiao Zhang is interested in will also cause trouble for you? It's not as good as Mr. Xiao Zhang.
Count on me, I promise not to cause any trouble for you."
Although Murong Chunlai didn't say it clearly, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't tell that he was mocking him for arguing with Chu Lan and being told something selfish by Chu Lan.
With a sneer, Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, "Did I advise you to take care of yourself?"
"What?" The conversation changed so quickly that Murong Chunlai was stunned for a moment.
But just when he was about to ask, Zhang Qingjiu changed the subject again.
"Nothing." Zhang Qingjiu sighed quietly and looked away, "What is that princess sister of yours doing now? The princess aunt you have been looking for for so many years is gone, and she doesn't show any sign of it?"
Knowing that her words clearly contained a hint of sarcasm, Murong Chunlai just smiled faintly, "Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is in heaven, so what if it's Princess Qiu Di. I committed a crime by marrying someone, and I have already married Da Hui.
Your Majesty said, just do whatever you want, let alone Dahui, even Qiu Di is the same."
"That's very well said." Zhang Qingjiu also smiled, "Then do I have to thank Prince Qiu Di for understanding justice and not putting obstacles in my way to avenge my grandfather?"
The two people looked at each other, and saw that there was a smile in each other's eyes, but not a trace reached the bottom of their eyes, and the smile at the corners of their mouths was also cold.
Murong Chunlai suddenly lowered the corners of his mouth, and a trace of anger and jealousy flashed in his eyes, "He is about to become the deposed prince, and you still want to hang on to him?"
Those words she just said clearly contained no trace of disgust towards Chu Lan and her son!
How could she endure such a blood feud?
"The deposed prince?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, "Are you so confident?"
"No matter how much the Emperor of Dahui likes this son, can the royal family tolerate a person with Qiu Di's blood sitting on the throne? Can the courtiers rest assured that their emperor has the blood of a foreign race?" He reached out to catch the man.
The rainwater sliding down from the eaves tiles made Murong Chunlai feel more inevitable in his eyes, "Some things are not what I think, but are already a foregone conclusion."
Is it a foregone conclusion? Zhang Qingjiu turned to look at Murong Chunlai's confident face, with a flash of depth in his eyes, "Murong Chunlai, do you want to bet with me?"
"What are you betting on?" Murong Chunlai turned around, and now he had a calm expression on his eyes and brows.
Everything seems to be under control.
"Bet between the two of us, who can get what he wants."
Seeing the face of the person opposite him change significantly, Zhang Qingjiu raised the corners of his lips and smiled silently.
Sensing his loss of composure, Murong Chunlai's eyes instantly turned cold, and there was a hint of annoyance in the depths of his pupils.
But soon, he laughed again, feeling more joyful than ever before: "Didn't Mr. Xiao Zhang just say that it's not my business? Why is he now being duplicitous?"
"Of course I'm not trying to deduce you." Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him, with a trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes, "If I were to deduce it, wouldn't I be bullying you?"
"You..." Murong Chunlai suddenly felt like he had been fooled.
She was like this before, so high up that no one could see through her or catch her.
But this time...
Suddenly, Murong Chunlai revealed a wicked smile, "Where is Prime Minister Zhang? Isn't he in the mansion?"
"I don't know." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows.
Taking a deep breath, Murong Chunlai nodded heavily, "Okay, I'll make a bet with you."
If nothing else happens, the people requesting to abolish the position of Prince Chu Lan should be arriving one after another at this moment...
Looking angrily at Murong Chunlai throwing up his head and laughing, walking out of Jianjiayuan with his head held high, and then looking back at Zhang Qingjiu who was standing there with a deep expression on his face, Yunque gritted his teeth, his eyes full of worry, "Miss, are you okay?
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"It's okay." Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and turned to give Yunque a comforting look, "I'm going out."
"Miss, do you still want to go to the Prince's Mansion?" Thinking of what Murong Chun said just now, Yunque couldn't help but frown.
Despite the storm these past few days, Zhang Qingjiu still went out every night. Where he went, she didn't know, but the words Murong Chun came to wake her up just now.
Yunque felt heartbroken when he thought of how Zhang Qingjiu would be soaked wet and pale every time he came back.
Hearing Yunque say this, Zhang Qingjiu paused slightly and quickly reacted.
His face, which had been deep just a moment ago, suddenly became relaxed, and even revealed a somewhat mysterious feeling, "Do you think so too?"
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu's appearance, Yunque, who just thought he understood something just now, suddenly became confused again, "Miss?"
"Since you think so too, that's alright." The corner of his lips curled up, and a hint of treachery flashed in Zhang Qingjiu's eyes.
At this moment, Zidie ran over panting, "Miss! Another invitation from the Eighth Prince's Mansion..."
Holding Zi Die, Zhang Qingjiu patted her shoulder, reached out to take the invitation, and looked up at the dissipated blue sky, "Let's go, the weather is clear, it's time to close the net."