Although Chu Lan's movements were extremely gentle and careful, the friction under the touch of his fingers still caused red marks on the thin wrist.
Chu Lan frowned and suddenly retracted his hand.
The sudden stop made Zhang Qingjiu, who was so comfortable that he squinted his eyes and wished he could sleep again, opened his eyes instantly, "What's wrong?"
"I'll go find you some ointment." Chu Lan breathed out softly, not daring to look at the light red marks on her delicate and white wrists.
"No need to go to such trouble." When he heard what he said, Zhang Qingjiu immediately turned over and raised the corner of his mouth, "You just made it very comfortable."
She's not that squeamish either. It's enough to know that the doggy man cares about her.
Hearing these words, Chu Lan's body tensed up again, the fingers curled up at his side opened and unclenched, and finally he straightened his back and stood up, "Then I'll wait for you to eat."
Although I don't know how long I slept, it was already too late to think about it. I was in a hurry to run away in the morning and only ate the small box of pear cakes that Chu Xun brought. I was indeed empty.
Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Okay."
As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Lan nodded, stood up and walked outside so fast that Zhang Qingjiu had no time to call him.
Looking at the man who was soon on the other side of the screen, Zhang Qingjiu was a little confused.
When he asked just now, she didn't think it was strange. She just felt that the time had come and he was afraid that she would be hungry, so she asked. But combined with the current situation, why did she feel so strange?
Zhang Qingjiu squinted his eyes, glanced at his pinched wrists from the corner of his eye, then looked at the middle coat on his body, and suddenly an idea came to his mind!
Dog man, isn't he thinking of some indescribable scene?
Zhang Qingjiu instantly became happy when he thought of this possibility. He immediately became more motivated to get up. He put on his clothes and shoes in a few seconds and ran out in a hurry.
I happened to look at Chu Lan holding a cup of tea.
She knew that cold tea would not happen in the Prince's Mansion.
There are enough people waiting in the nearby area, and the tea is replaced in time, so naturally such a situation will not happen.
But she didn't like people in her Jianjia courtyard all the time, so Huo Wu thought of a way to put a small golden stove in the house, put a small pot on it, and put enough food for two people in the house.
Just let the tea for daily use boil and make it yourself when you want to drink tea.
She once told Huo Wu that she was not that particular and there was no need to go to such trouble. But when she heard this, Huo Wu, who was usually casual, seemed to have seen a ghost. She quickly shook her head and disagreed with everything.
Thinking that it would be okay to have an extra small stove and teapot, I finally followed him.
But she was certain that what Chu Lan was holding in her hand was a cup of cold tea.
When their eyes met, Chu Lan was obviously startled, but his face remained calm and he caressed the tea cup in his hand: "Why did you come out so quickly?"
If you weren't so quick, how could I have seen you hiding and drinking cold tea?
Humph! You bitch man, you deserve to drink cold tea if you don’t ask for a marriage decree!
However, cold tea is harmful to the body, so Zhang Qingjiu is reluctant to part with it.
Chu Lan was holding it, but she didn't intend to expose it.
She curled her lips, leaned forward and smiled, climbed onto his broad sleeves as usual, and said, "Let's go."
At this moment, Chu Lan had to put down the cup in her hand.
Chu Lan took a steady look at the smiling woman in front of her and made sure she didn't notice anything before she responded softly.
One pretended not to know, the other pretended nothing happened. The two people with different ideas just thought of going together, and they had an inexplicable tacit understanding.
When I walked to the door of the courtyard, I found that the door was closed. Fortunately, it was only ajar and no one took the trouble to lock it.
No need to think, you all know whose handiwork this is.
He praised in his heart: Huo Wu, well done! Zhang Qingjiu stepped forward and opened the courtyard door with a smile, and turned to look at the man who was still there, with obviously complicated emotions on his face.
Chu Lan sighed softly, walked to Zhang Qingjiu, and took her hand.
Although closing the door was unreliable, I still knew how to do other things.
When the two of them arrived at the side hall, Huo Wu and Feng Zhi greeted them with smiles at the same time, "Your Highness, Sir Xiao Zhang, you want to have a meal? You have already ordered your servants to prepare it."
Chu Lan narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at the two people who obviously had something on their mind, and said nothing.
The smile on Huo Wu's lips froze for an instant, and she turned to look at Zhang Qingjiu asking for help.
Zhang Qingjiu immediately became happy after receiving the signal. He secretly squeezed his interlocked hands and replied, "Yes."
As she said these words, the two people opposite them instantly felt that their Highness's face became warm and warm.
Huo Wu breathed a sigh of relief and used her elbow to nudge Feng Zhi, gesturing for him to speak.
Feng Zhi turned his head and glanced at Huo Wu, but continued as he had originally said, "Master Xiao Zhang has everything he likes to eat."
He had no choice, he didn't want to be punished, let alone be punished alone.
"Let's go." Chu Lan couldn't tell what these people were thinking. He looked around, but after all, he didn't pursue it any further and nodded towards Zhang Qingjiu.
It is true that as Feng Zhi said, Zhang Qingjiu's favorite food was all in this lunch, but maybe because he slept for half a day, he didn't eat much even though his stomach was empty.
Seeing her like this, Chu Lan frowned slightly, but didn't say much. Just when she put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands, someone brought a cup of warm soup, "It's late autumn, drink more hot soup to keep warm."
body."
The wrist he held today was so cold that it made his heart palpitate.
"Okay." Regarding Chu Lan's request, Zhang Qingjiu was obedient.
After taking a sip, Zhang Qingjiu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he drank a few more sips in succession, "This soup tastes good."
Chu Lan felt a little relieved and nodded with a smile.
After finishing the small cup of soup, Zhang Qingjiu felt that his whole body had warmed up, and he felt as if he was satisfied after having had enough tea and rice, and he leaned back on the chair.
When Chu Lan saw her laziness, she couldn't help but sneered, and ordered the servants to come up and clean up. He stepped forward and took her hand, "If you are still sleepy, go and rest for a while. I will go to the study to handle some matters."
Zhang Qingjiu shook his head, with a hint of curvature at the corner of his mouth, "What stage is Zhen Guogong's case at now?"
She is sleepy, not dizzy.
Chu Lan didn't want her to get involved in Zhen Guogong's case anymore, so he didn't come to her. How could she not see it?
If she really wants to be just a prince, why should she care.
However, behind the Duke of this town, there is Chu Kuo.
It's been a while since he met that bastard, but he still dared to use dirty tricks. Now that things have happened, does he think he can still turn around as a bastard?