The autumn wind gradually picked up and the car curtains swayed. Zhang Qingjiu looked at the figure standing at the foot of Panshan Mountain with his hands behind his back, and a deep look flashed in his eyes.
The figure was tall and thin, standing in front of the continuous winding mountains, like a star in the sky, inconspicuous at all.
But once it falls into someone's eyes, it becomes so full that there is no room for anything else.
With a slight sigh, Zhang Qingjiu stepped forward slowly, "Let's go back."
This time, she didn't pull Chu Lan's sleeves or beg, she just told him her thoughts calmly.
She knew that no one could digest what she said today, even if the other party was Chu Lan, who was deeply thoughtful.
But precisely because he is Chu Lan, he often thinks more than ordinary people.
Chu Lan's eyes were deep, as if he saw another place from the undulating mountains.
The people there have been living in poverty for many years and have complained a lot, but now someone told him that this might just be for their own selfish desires.
Why is it so embarrassing?
With his eyes flashing, Chu Lan slowly spoke: "Is that chair really that tempting?"
Zhang Qingjiu was stunned for a moment, thought about it seriously, and said: "In life, you always want to gain a lot. If you treat that chair as your own, and use that power as a tool to satisfy your desires, such temptation will be
How can it be small? But if you understand that it is a responsibility and the trust of all people, I am afraid it will be daunting."
For example, if the Duke of Zhen Guo can abandon an entire city, how can we expect him to be in awe?
Zhang Qingjiu's words may seem out of tune on weekdays, but they can always be enlightening at certain times.
Chu Lan was silent for a while, then sneered: "If you can think of these millions of people, what does it matter who becomes the emperor?"
"But there are always people who don't think so." Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes.
After saying this, no one spoke casually again.
The mountain wind blew, lifting up the long robes of the two of them. Their dark hair and white clothes looked desolate.
After a long time, Chu Lan withdrew her eyes and sighed softly, "Go back."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the carriage.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the back, and suddenly his heart moved, "Chu Lan, no matter what, I will be here. No matter what you want to do, I will support you."
Chu Lan was kind, affectionate, wise, courageous and resourceful. Everyone said that she was the best candidate to be the emperor.
She had always thought so in the past.
However, no one has ever asked him if he is willing to take this road.
Chu Lan paused slightly, turned around slowly, smiled at the person who was still standing, and stretched out his hand, "Come."
Looking at the beautiful smile on that handsome face, Zhang Qingjiu finally felt relieved.
Lifting up her skirt and catching up, she put her hand into Chu Lan's palm and said, "I'm coming."
I'm here, and I won't let you walk alone in the future.
When the carriage returned to Yongzhou City again, it was almost noon.
The surrounding streets were unexpectedly quiet, and the streets that were still being rebuilt in a busy way when I walked were actually deserted.
Feng Zhi looked at the empty market, frowned, thought about it, and couldn't help but hum in his heart.
He thought to himself: Even the common people knew that they had to go back to fill their stomachs when it was time to eat. I really don’t know how this woman thought about it, and went to the mountain with her Highness even though her body was injured.
Qi returned to Qi, but Feng Zhi's driving speed obviously increased a bit.
But when he returned to the street where the prefect's mansion was located, he was suddenly stunned.
Those people who, in his opinion, should go home to fill their bellies, were all gathered at the gate of the prefect's mansion, which had been extremely deserted these days. They all stretched their eyes and looked towards the alley, as if they were waiting for something...
Feng Zhi's heart tightened, his eyes turned cold, as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and his fingers subconsciously touched the bow and arrow placed beside him.
The vehicle that suddenly stopped also alarmed the people in the car. Zhang Qingjiu glanced at Chu Lan and frowned.
It seems that we haven’t reached this distance yet, right?
Chu Lan gave her a comforting look and gently pressed her slender fingers on the car wall: "Feng Zhi, why don't you leave?"
There is no sound outside.
Chu Lan's eyes flashed and she asked again.
Outside, there was still no response.
His expression changed slightly, and Chu Lan tried to open the curtain, but Zhang Qingjiu held him back, and then slowly shook his head.
Seeing that her expression changed from the initial surprise to calmness, Chu Lan seemed to understand something, and immediately sat back and observed the activities outside with Zhang Qingjiu.
Outside the carriage, Feng Zhi wasn't out of his mind and didn't know how to answer, nor was he too bold to answer on purpose, but because of the scene that happened in front of him, he didn't even hear what Chu Lan had just asked.
Let me ask, who can see hundreds of people kneeling down in front of him and not be shocked?
Although the kneeling was not towards him.
And next, there is no need for Feng Zhi to open his mouth.
Because the people themselves said it.
"Common people, I came here specifically to pay homage to His Highness the Crown Prince, Lord Xiao Zhang! Thank you very much to His Highness the Crown Prince, Lord Xiao Zhang for saving us from the dire straits!"
At first, only one person spoke, then two people, three people...and finally everyone.
The sound was so loud that it not only penetrated the carriage, but also startled Cheng Shi, who was concentrating on official duties in the study in the backyard of the mansion.
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at Chu Lan and smiled, "I guess if His Highness the Crown Prince doesn't show up today, the people won't leave."
Although in this situation, Chu Lan will definitely go down.
Chu Lan's face was as calm as ever, but after Zhang Qingjiu said these words, his pair of ancient and unrippled eyes still showed ripples in circles, "If Mr. Zhang didn't show up, they wouldn't leave."
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Zhang Qingjiu was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing, "If that's the case, then what are you waiting for?"
With that said, the two joined hands again and bowed out of the carriage.
As soon as they saw the figures of the two people, the kneeling people obviously became excited, and they were about to stand up and step forward, but as if they thought of something, they finally stepped back.
Chu Lan narrowed her eyes and took a step forward, "What are you doing? Get up quickly."
If it were as usual, how could the people dare not obey the prince's orders?
But today, these common people shook their heads in unison and knelt even more upright.
This scene is very similar to the scene on Panshan Mountain that day when the rain faded and the glow was brilliant.
The difference is that the momentum today is greater than before. In addition to adult men, there are also many old people on crutches, women holding children, and children holding gadgets in their hands...
Today's leader is an obviously elderly old man with flowing white hair and wearing coarse linen clothes in the style of a Confucian scholar.
I saw him bowing seriously to Chu Lan again, and then to Zhang Qingjiu who was standing beside him, "His Royal Highness, Mr. Xiao Zhang, and I, Kong Qiuzi, are the teachers of Yongzhou City. Due to their old age,
I can’t go up the mountain like them to contribute, so I can only wait for you two here and say thank you.”
After he said this, many people started talking.
"I..."
"Grass people..."
"Old woman..."
Even the children, who may not know what happened, knelt down to the two of them seriously, with pious and clear eyes.
In an instant, Zhang Qingjiu felt as if a sweet spring was flowing through his body, washing his soul. Everywhere he went, there was life.