The two of them each held a book in their hands and looked at it, seemingly unaware of the passage of time. Only the dancing candlelight made a "crackling" sound from time to time.
Feng Zhi waited at the door for about half an hour, watching the half-moon rising high in the sky. He hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Your Highness, it's only been three minutes, it's time to rest."
Hearing the sounds outside, Zhang Qingjiu realized that he had been reading the book for nearly two hours without knowing it. His arms were sore when he raised his arms, and he couldn't help but frown.
Chu Lan frowned, "Raise your head slowly, raise your hands slowly."
Zhang Qingjiu paused and smiled lightly, "It's okay. I used to be restrained by my master from reading, and it lasted most of the day. This little time is nothing."
"Your master?" Chu Lan narrowed his eyes and slowly put down the book in his hand, "I have never heard of you having such a strict master before."
After Chu Lan said this, Zhang Qingjiu realized that he had unknowingly revealed what happened in his previous life.
When Zhang Qingjiu was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was well known that she didn't like studying. There were rumors that she was uneducated and incompetent. The teacher who came to the Prime Minister's Mansion was so angry that she scolded her that "you can't hold up a wall with mud". Finally,
I only want to teach Zhang Qingcha.
She has heard a lot about these things since she came here.
Although she knew how much of it was true and how false, what Chu Lan heard must be the popular version.
With her "brilliant" record, no master would dare to restrain her!
This matter can be big or small. Zhang Qingjiu chuckled lightly, met Chu Lan's eyes, and said casually, "Yeah, I didn't learn anything when I was in the mansion, and I didn't pay attention to it myself. I was almost illiterate.
.Then during the year I went out, the master was very strict, and I was willing to learn from him. Anyway, I was willing to fight and endure, so it’s not hard work.”
Master, in order to save your disciple’s life, I’m lending you an old man to use in another world. You won’t be angry, right?
As for whether Zhang Qingjiu went out for a year touring the mountains and rivers or studying day and night, whether he met his master, whether it was hard... things that are not in his memory, then let's leave it at that.
However, the speaker has no intention and the listener has intention.
Everyone knows why Zhang Qingjiu gave up the splendor and wealth of the Prime Minister's Mansion and went out to travel to the Penglai wonderland that was only available but not sought.
No one knew what she went through that year.
She never mentioned it after she came back, but it was self-evident that one year could transform a carefree little girl into what she is now.
And what kind of courage and perseverance does this require?
Chu Lan's heart inexplicably sank a little, a little painful and uncomfortable, "Then do you have any regrets?"
Zhang Qingjiu asked, "What's there to regret? Without that past, I wouldn't be where I am today."
Her tone was clear and clear, without any hint of gloom or discomfort. Chu Lan took a deep look at her, and his depressed heart suddenly became enlightened.
What she just said did not mention Chu Kuo, nor did she mention him.
Only yourself, only for yourself, this is good.
"Let's go, it's getting late, Feng Zhi is still waiting outside, I'll have someone take you back to rest." Chu Lan walked down slowly, and as he stopped in front of Zhang Qingjiu, half of his shadow followed him
The tall figure fell down, hiding the still sitting person inside.
Zhang Qingjiu blinked and went back to rest?
Now that she is telling him that the bed she just mentioned is comfortable, she does not mean the guest room prepared for her by the Prince's Mansion. Will he take her back to his bedroom?
"What's wrong?" Chu Lan asked softly when he saw that she hadn't moved for a long time and leaned down a little.
Seeing the worry flashing through those usually calm eyes, Zhang Qingjiu lowered his eyes and curled his lips, "My legs, my legs are numb."
Chu Lan was stunned for a moment and sneered, "How about you treat me?"
"How about... you hug me? Or you can give me a hand." Zhang Qingjiu blinked.
Forget it, let's settle for the next best thing. Asking him to take her back to the same room with him at this time is definitely not enough.
Rather than getting both sesame seeds and watermelon, it's better to get the sesame seeds first, and as for the watermelon...at worst, I can pick it myself in the middle of the night.
When he saw Chu Lan holding Zhang Qingjiu's hand and coming out of the study, Feng Zhi's eyes widened instantly, ah... what just happened inside?
Feeling that this finger, which he could only reach by pressing and breaking it in the past, was now so tightly clasped, Zhang Qingjiu was so happy that his soul jumped for joy, and he couldn't help but raise his fingers.
Chu Lan suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Qingjiu frowned.
Feng Zhi also stopped. Although he didn't dare to look further, his eyes also showed a bit of confusion and doubt.
"Nothing." She tightened her soft fingers and tried her best to ignore the trembling and vibration in her heart. Chu Lan pursed her lips and strode forward.
She said she had someone take her back, but in the end it was Chu Lan who personally took Zhang Qingjiu all the way to the guest room in the backyard.
"I will go to the morning court tomorrow morning. If you want to go back home, just let Huo Wu make arrangements." Chu Lan slowly loosened his fingers and looked at the woman standing in front of him with a smile on her face and said.
"Okay." Zhang Qingjiu nodded. It was rare for her to be happy tonight. Regardless of whether she would go back home tomorrow, she agreed first.
Chu Lan looked at those smiling eyes that turned into crescent moons, and slowly looked away, "It's been a busy day today, you really need a rest, don't..."
The last few words were not spoken in the end.
Looking at Chu Lan's back as he turned away, Zhang Qingjiu curled up the corners of his lips and raised his left hand that had just been held by Chu Lan.
Under the moonlight, the slender fingers are white and ruddy, warm and gentle.
Is she... almost ready to take out the imperial edict?
It's the third quarter of the night.
Feng Zhi, who was keeping watch outside, heard a sound coming from Chu Lan's palace again and was immediately frightened to wake up.
He called twice softly, but received no response from Chu Lan.
When he listened carefully, there was no other sound.
When there was no more sound coming from inside, Feng Zhi frowned, sighed quietly, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky, "Tonight, someone can have a good sleep again."
In the bedroom, Chu Lan hugged the man who almost rolled off the bed again, with a flash of helplessness in his eyes, and finally brought the man to his bed.
The bed that only needs one quilt has two quilts since I don't know when.
Just when Chu Lan put the person in his arms down, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly murmured, "Chu Lan."
Chu Lan's body tensed instantly.
However, he saw that the sleeping person had not woken up. He turned around and hooked his hand unconsciously, and muttered in his sleep: "I said that the bed in the Prince's Mansion is more comfortable to sleep on. I don't mean... the bed in the guest room, but..."
After saying this, the hand holding his arm relaxed a bit, and he curved his lips, looking very well-behaved.
Chu Lan stood in this posture for a long time, looking at the sleeping face, and finally chuckled, "I know."