Although Zhang Qingjiu had "angry" written all over his face, as soon as he stepped out of the Prince's Mansion, his expression suddenly turned from cloudy to clear.
But if someone follows you out, you will immediately notice something is wrong.
I saw the person who had promised to go back to have dinner with Chu Feng, looked around, glanced in the direction of the Prime Minister's Mansion, then turned around and walked in the other direction.
Turning south from the Prince's Mansion and heading east, after walking two streets, Zhang Qingjiu stopped slowly in front of a closed door and looked up at the red and black plaque.
Under the sun, the huge word "Weifu" in the middle of the plaque shines brightly. Under it, on the east and west sides, there is a majestic and solemn stone lion with wide eyes.
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at the big lion and stepped forward to knock on the door.
Although the door was closed, no one was there. Soon an old voice came from inside, "Who is it?"
The door opened with a creak, and an old man with half-white beard and hair and a slight limp on his left leg came out. He looked at Zhang Qingjiu and frowned, "Girl, you are..."
Looking at the old man in front of him, Zhang Qingjiu nodded slightly, "I am Zhang Qingjiu."
"Zhang Qingjiu..." The old man was stunned for a moment, as if recalling the meaning of this name in his memory. Soon the old man's eyes widened and he called out in surprise: "Little Miss!"
"It's me." Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes.
"Little miss, old slave Wei Ping is the housekeeper of our Wei Mansion. Why did the little miss have time to come back today? Come on, please come inside!" Wei Ping couldn't hide his excitement in his eyes as he invited Zhang Qingjiu into the room.
While waving to the people inside, he asked them to come over and pay their respects.
Seeing the old man staggering but unable to hide his joyful pace, Zhang Qingjiu felt a little sad.
When Chu Feng got married, he originally wanted to give a sum of money to dismiss the servants in the Wei Mansion, but after all, many of them were injured when General Wei fought in the north and south, and could no longer go to the battlefield.
People who can return home have already regarded this Wei Mansion as their other home. They would rather not have money, just to be able to stay here, just to have something to care for, and to have Chu Feng have a hot meal when he comes back in the future.
Hot dishes.
Chu Feng had no choice but to agree to the dozen or so people who insisted on staying, and only told them not to open the door to welcome them or send them off.
But the fact is that this is the Wei Mansion, which is only three streets away from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Since marrying Zhang Tailiu, except for the first three-day trip to Ning, Chu Feng has never been back.
It is said that there are no elder relatives in the family, there is no need to visit relatives, and there is nothing to worry about.
So far, the door of the Wei Mansion has never been opened casually again.
But the truth of the matter, is this really the case?
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the old people who came looking at him with curiosity and excitement on their faces. He smiled slightly and returned a junior salute.
There is nothing to worry about, it's just that anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is not living well in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he doesn't want these old people to see him, which will only make him sad.
The old people did not expect that Zhang Qingjiu would actually give them a gift in return. They all suddenly became frightened and at a loss. In the end, Wei Ping was the first to stand up and said, "Young lady, this can't be done. All the old slaves are servants. Where can I go?"
I can afford this gift from you."
"I only pay respect to the people I should pay homage to and respect the people I should respect. As a junior, I should be grateful to all of you who have guarded the Guard Mansion for many years." Zhang Qingjiu glanced at these dozen people one by one, his eyes were very calm.
She has lived for two lifetimes, lived for hundreds of years, met too many souls, and witnessed too many human natures, but right now... she has no great achievements, nor is she amazingly talented, but she is so simple that people cannot disrespect her.
Hearing what Zhang Qingjiu said, the old man couldn't help but burst into tears, especially Wei Ping, who couldn't help but reach out and wipe the corners of his eyes.
Finally, an old woman laughed and said, "Little miss, don't blame the old slaves for being ignorant. Seeing the little miss is like seeing the young lady. We are so happy..."
Zhang Qingjiu's face looked exactly like Chu Feng's. The person they had missed for more than ten years had not seen each other. Now that they suddenly saw Zhang Qingjiu, how could they not be excited?
Narrowing his eyes, Zhang Qingjiu helped the old woman up and said, "Don't worry, you will see her soon."
Everyone was startled, as if they understood something, "What the young lady means is... the young lady will come back?"
"Yeah." Zhang Qingjiu smiled faintly, "I'll be back soon. You guys can help prepare and clean up the house."
"Don't worry, don't worry! The old slave cleans the lady's boudoir every day. The bedding is always changed, and the items and samples are all available. It doesn't matter when the lady comes back!" The old woman smiled so much that the wrinkles on her face were piled together, and her voice was faint.
With trembling, "I just don't know...how long will Miss stay here when she comes back this time?"
"Long stay." They all made peace and left, so naturally they wanted to go back to their own homes.
"Long-term stay?" The old woman seemed stunned for a moment and quickly looked at Wei Ping.
I saw the smile on Wei Ping's face gradually fade away, replaced by a cold and solemn look, "Little miss, may I ask what happened to the miss in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
"She's fine, don't worry." Zhang Qingjiu shook his head, "She just made peace with Prime Minister Zhang."
"Heli?" Wei Ping took a breath and his eyes turned cold for a moment, "That white-eyed wolf dares to divorce my lady? See if I don't break his dog legs!"
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows.
White-eyed wolf? That's quite appropriate, but...
"It's not divorce, it's reconciliation. My mother proposed it." Zhang Qingjiu rubbed his temples.
"Did the lady mention it?" After hearing this, Wei Ping, who had been so angry just now, smiled so much that his lips reached behind his ears. There were more than a dozen people in the yard who had the same reaction as him.
elder.
Listening to these words of "reconciliation", "the lady can come back", "finally don't have to bear the anger", as well as the extremely disgusting and disgusting words towards Zhang Tailiu, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but smile and shook his head.
See, there are some things that you won’t know if you block the door or cover your ears.
The reason why I pretended not to know was just to make her feel at ease.
"Little miss, what about you? You will come back with the miss, right?" After the joy, the old woman walked up to Zhang Qingjiu overjoyed, her eyes full of expectation.
The old man did not hide his love for the Zhang Qingjiu in front of him at all.
"Yes, yes." Zhang Qingjiu nodded.
"That's great! Old slave, I will definitely prepare a comfortable house for the young lady!" The old woman smiled and clapped her hands, and began to figure out how to arrange it properly.
Listening to their chattering words, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but smile slightly, and was about to speak, but suddenly frowned and subconsciously looked outside the house.
"Little miss, what's wrong?" Wei Ping was a man who had fought in the army after all. Although he was old now, Zhang Qingjiu's change did not catch his eye.
"Nothing." Zhang Qingjiu shook his head, "I just suddenly remembered that my mother told me that I have something else to do and it's time to go back."
After taking two steps, he paused again, turned around and smiled slightly, "Until my mother and I come back, the Wei Mansion should continue to close the door to thank guests."
Seeing the gate of the Wei Mansion closing again, Zhang Qingjiu turned a corner and saw a figure in white plain clothes not far away, standing ten meters away from the Wei Mansion, staring straight at him with cold eyes.
Yes, with murderous intent.
Raising his eyebrows, Zhang Qingjiu walked over expressionlessly, "You have something to do with me."
"Yes, I have something to do with you." Chu Kuo narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I invite Mr. Xiao Zhang to sit in my palace."