Today's Zhang Qingjiu is naturally not so poor that he can only sit in the lobby.
From the moment she stepped into the Star Building, she walked straight towards the second floor, not even the slightest bit worried that the private room was fully booked.
Feng Zhi glanced at the slender figure, sighed inwardly, and looked at Chu Lan with some anxiety, "Master, this..."
"Let's go." Chu Lan nodded lightly, turned around and followed.
Watching the two people leaving, Feng Zhi sighed quietly.
He thought that if the private room was really full today, His Highness might even be able to evict people for her sake.
Fortunately, since she knew she loved eating here, she could choose the private rooms in this restaurant.
Summoning the shopkeeper who had been looking at his master with a flattering expression since they came in, Feng Zhi made a secret gesture and quickly walked up to the private room on the second floor, glanced left and right, and stopped at the door of Mingyue Xuan.
Look at your eyes, look at your nose and look at your heart, just like a door god.
In the room, Zhang Qingjiu was leaning against the window with his chin in his hands, looking out of the room.
Chu Lan stood three steps behind her and looked along her line of sight.
Where you enter, you will see a patch of grass and trees in the setting sun and ordinary alleys.
For a long time, Zhang Qingjiu didn't speak, and Chu Lan didn't move either.
The two stood like this until the sun set and the moon climbed over the mountain. The two shadows, lengthened by the setting sun, intertwined, separated, and then overlapped.
The most common things in the world, but also the beautiful scenery that so many people can only dream of?
Feng Zhi stood at the door with a black line on his face.
This was neither advance nor retreat. The dishes were ordered to the chef three times and then withdrawn three times. If it weren't for the pressure from the shopkeeper, the cook would have rushed out with a knife, thinking that someone was looking for trouble.
At this moment, a voice rang out, falling into Feng Zhi's ears, it was like listening to fairy music!
"I'm hungry." Zhang Qingjiu turned around and said.
"Serve! Hurry! Serve!" Feng Zhi grinned from the corners of his mouth to the back of his ears, and his tone was happier than that of a waiter in a restaurant.
After Zhang Qingjiu sat down and made sure that there were no other objects on the chairs on either side of her, Chu Lan stepped forward and sat down.
The food was quickly served. Feng Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and happily went out and returned to his original position, looking at his eyes, nose, and mind.
But the difference was that this time he pricked up his ears.
It's impossible not to talk forever, right?
At the dinner table, Chu Lan herself didn't eat much, but the food in Zhang Qing's wine bowl never stopped.
Regarding Chu Lan's behavior of picking up food for him, Zhang Qingjiu did not refuse anyone who came. He ate when he needed to eat and drank when he needed to drink, as if nothing had happened.
After eating and drinking enough, Zhang Qingjiu put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands. Of course... the accounts that should be settled still had to be settled.
As expected, the people next to me also stopped.
Glancing at the barely moved bowl, Zhang Qingjiu hummed softly, "I know you agreed because of me."
Chu Lan narrowed her eyes and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhang Qingjiu, "You don't have to think about retorting. If you say it wasn't for this reason, I would kill Chu Kuo immediately."
She only let Chu Kuo go for the sake of Chu Lan, and that was for the time being!!
If Chu Lan has other reasons, then who is she? A great injustice?
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu's eyebrows frowning again, Chu Lan couldn't help but feel helpless, "Ajiu, don't be impulsive."
"I'm very calm now." Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him and curled his lips, "If I weren't calm, would I be sitting here with you?"
In response to her harsh words, Chu Lan showed no trace of anger on his face and smiled softly, "My Ah Jiu is the most forgiving and reasonable woman in the world."
He spoke sternly, spoke gently, and spoke with love.
After saying that, the little anger that Zhang Qingjiu had left disappeared in an instant.
He stared blankly at the man in front of him, unable to say a word to refute him for a long time.
This dog man really knows how to pick her weak spots!
Although she wanted to say that I wasn't, I didn't, so don't put a high hat on me!
But if she refuted it, wouldn't she be saying that she was petty?
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Qingjiu lowered his eyes, finally covering up the throbbing in his heart, and rolled his eyes at Chu Lan, "Of course I am."
Is she still not tolerant? If she was not tolerant, no one would be able to have an easy time today.
"Yeah." Chu Lan confirmed again.
"But I'm not as fragile as you think." I'm not angry at all, but I still want to make my words clear, "Reputation is a thing that depends on myself and others, so why should I care?"
This is a matter of principle and cannot be broken.
Hearing these words, Chu Lan's eyes flashed, her thin and red lips pursed slightly, but she did not speak.
The emperor's power lies in checks and balances, and winning lies in looking into the heart.
Today's matter can go as expected by the father. Could it be that he has seen through the minds of the two of them?
If he was alone, if he was still alone, today's outcome would not be like this.
As she said, right and wrong are up to you, and others are up to you to criticize or praise others. As the prince, what does he have to fear?
But now, he couldn't care less about her.
Just like she cares about herself.
Two people who are thinking about each other are doomed to have a fruitless ending today.
"Ah Jiu." Chu Lan sighed softly and looked at the woman in front of him seriously, "Compare your feelings."
Four words, no need to say more, Zhang Qingjiu instantly understood what Chu Lan meant.
After giving him a fierce look, he lowered his eyes silently.
Dog man, he really has a way to cure her.
Chu Lan knew that the reason why Zhang Qingjiu compromised was for him.
Just like Zhang Qingjiu understood, the reason why he agreed was for her.
She was helpless for him; but he was also willing to compromise for her.
"According to what you mean, am I holding you back?" Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips, but he was still a little unwilling.
Chu Lan was not the least bit angry about what seemed to be unreasonable and heart-wrenching words now. She looked at Zhang Qingjiu seriously and said word by word, "No."
"What is that?" Zhang Qingjiu breathed out.
"It's my luck." Chu Lan said, and he repeated it again, "It's my luck to have you."
As soon as these words came out, no matter how much anger I had, it was swept away like the wind of March or the rain of June, and disappeared in an instant.
Instead, there are the man's deep eyebrows, and the inextricable pampering and affection in those eyebrows.
So, in an instant, Zhang Qingjiu felt what it was like to have a gentle breeze, calm the waves, and fill his heart with joy.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Qingjiu was satisfied.
If a dog man is so good at it, he should probably step down.
The two got into the carriage again.
As Chu Lan hugged her beloved into her arms, and as Zhang Qingjiu gently rested her head on the shoulder that was not thick but broad enough, neither of them spoke again, the temperature rose, and the warmth
circulation.
Outside the carriage, Feng Zhi wiped the corners of his eyes against the wind and sniffed. It was so cold in September that he burst into tears...
Humph, he would never admit that it was caused by worry and emotion!
The carriage continued to move forward slowly. As soon as it stopped, Zhang Qingjiu frowned and said, "Why are you going back to the Wei Mansion?"