The old nun of the Wei Mansion looked at her like this, fearing that she would make her angry, so she couldn't help but stepped forward to persuade her, "Miss, from what I see, His Highness the Prince is sincere to our little miss, and they are in love with each other."
Yue, why did the young lady do such a thing that seems to be beating a mandarin duck? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a distinguished status, and the young lady also has an idea. If the two of them really think that you..."
She is an old man from the Wei Mansion. She used to take care of Chu Feng at the border. There were things that others didn't dare to say, but she had to remind her.
Moreover, she was afraid that the Chu Feng authorities would confuse onlookers and end up being self-defeating.
Chu Feng looked a little tired, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "Why don't I know what this child is thinking, and why don't I want to see her full of joy and happiness? But I can't always let her see her like this.
Why don't you go to the Prince's Mansion? In the past, it was said to be official business, but when you come back from Yongzhou this time, you don't know how many people are gossiping behind your back? Even if he is the Prince, even if he tells me that he loves me, Jiu'er, he will definitely marry her.
Wife, things have gone so far and there is not even an imperial edict, how can I not be anxious?"
"So, Miss, is this a trick to catch a duck?" The old grandma's eyes lit up instantly, and her face lit up with joy.
Chu Feng: "..."
Although this idea of "driving a duck to the shelves" is quite interesting, when he thought that he just had a slightly bad tone towards Chu Lan, Zhang Qingjiu started to turn his elbows outward, and Chu Feng sighed softly.
tone.
A wry smile flashed in his eyes, "If he really meant it, he should have been able to see it, understand what I meant, and take action earlier, so that he could live up to Jiu'er's sincerity in treating him."
In her life, she met unkind people and was not brave enough, so she spent half of her life wrong.
I only hope that my daughter, when she meets someone she truly loves, can be cherished, valued, and treated as a treasure.
The dark night revealed the endless vastness, and the moonlight shone on the treetops. The trees had fallen leaves in late autumn, and the little starlight that could not be held fell on the ground in thin pieces.
As the wind blows, the treetops sway gently, and the fine pieces on the ground sway, like layers of sparkling waves, with ripples.
The carriage ran fast down the deserted street until it reached the gate of the Prince's Mansion. Then it stopped and slowly slowed down.
"Your Highness, be careful." Feng Zhi jumped out of the carriage, took out the footstool, and carefully helped the people inside to get out.
Chu Lan walked into the house calmly, but did not go towards the bedroom, but returned to the study.
Feng Zhi followed him. Thinking about what happened just now, he felt a little unhappy and couldn't help but said, "Your Highness, what Princess Shaoqing just said was too much."
Chu Lan paused slightly and did not turn his head, but his tone was obviously a little calmer, not angry and assertive: "Feng Zhi, you have gone overboard."
Feng Zhi shivered, knowing that what he had just said had offended Chu Lan, so he quickly knelt down and apologized, but he was still a little unwilling to do so.
Even though she is the only daughter of General Wei and the mother of Zhang Qingjiu, his Highness is the prince after all. How could he be so shameless?
Furthermore, it was obviously her daughter who kept running to the Prince's Mansion and couldn't drive her away. Now that she got what she wanted, it's okay not to be grateful. What kind of problem is this?
Hearing the movement behind him, Chu Lan glanced sideways, "Get up and remember not to talk nonsense next time."
After saying that, Chu Lan continued to turn around and walk towards the house, "Go and summon Mu Qing to me."
"Yes." Feng Zhi breathed out lightly and wiped his forehead.
In just one or two breaths, he was already sweating profusely on this late autumn night.
Just as he was about to stand up, Feng Zhi seemed to see something in the wide sleeve of his left hand. He subconsciously took a closer look and couldn't help but cover his mouth.
Isn't this the golden nanmu box that contains a certain imperial edict?
In an instant, Feng Zhi felt that he seemed to understand something.
If his guess is correct, what His Highness said tonight when Princess Shaoqing interrupted him and left him unfinished was actually...
Not long after Chu Lan returned to the study, Mu Qing arrived and saluted respectfully, "I have met Your Highness."
Chu Lan looked away slightly from the golden sandalwood box on his side, nodded, and asked in a colder voice, "How is he?"
"All the Eighth Prince's belongings were confiscated by Mo Dianxian and the people from Dali Temple. The trees fell down and the hozens scattered. The servants in the mansion left in just an hour, leaving only him and the second lady of the Zhang family. Today at Shen Shi, the two of them arrived in the west.
In a yard next to Ranshui in the suburbs." Although Chu Lan never said who "he" was, Mu Qing knew what he should say.
"Western suburbs courtyard?" Chu Lan narrowed his eyes.
"When the Duke of Zhen was young, he saw the beautiful scenery there and bought it to raise a woman. Unfortunately, the woman was later discovered by the Duke's wife and sent people to deal with it. It is said that when the woman died, there was an adult in her belly.
The dead fetus. Perhaps because of this incident, the place has been abandoned and idle for many years, and now it has become a shelter for them." It was obviously a bloody incident, but Mu Qing said it calmly and in a calm tone.
"Keep an eye on him, if he continues to act recklessly..." A cold glint flashed in Chu Lan's eyes.
Although he promised his father not to take action within a month.
But if...
"I understand." Mu Qing smiled coldly, his eyes a little more mocking.
How can such a thing, which has offended so many people, survive for more than a month?
On the other side of the Wei Mansion, Zhang Qingjiu retracted his spell and looked at the full moon outside the window, with a vague arc at the corner of his mouth.
Wonderful, really wonderful!
What does it mean to seek death? See you outside the city in the western suburbs.
With a faint sigh, Zhang Qingjiu's tone sounded pityful and pitiful, "This is a haunted house..."
It was a cold night, so Zidie followed Chu Feng's request and brought an extra quilt to Zhang Qingjiu. As soon as he came in, he saw his master standing under the window, smiling so proudly.
Inexplicably, Zidie shivered, "Miss, why are you laughing?"
Although my young lady looks very happy, why does she feel so cold all over?
"Did I laugh?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingjiu's eyes immediately turned serious, with a serious look on his face.
Zidie nodded blankly.
"No." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows.
Zidie twitched the corner of her mouth and quickly turned around to make the bed. She wanted to say: Although you are not smiling now, you are not hiding it in your eyes! The smile in your eyes is about to fall out!
Early the next morning, as soon as the sky turned white, Zhang Qingjiu got up, called Zidie to tidy up his clothes, put on a special official robe, and looked radiant and glowing.
Who knows, she is early, and someone is earlier than her.
As soon as the courtyard door opened, he looked at Chu Feng who was blocking the door of Jianjia courtyard. Zhang Qingjiu twitched the corner of his mouth and said good morning, "Mother."
"Go after breakfast." Chu Feng looked at her daughter who stopped smiling when she saw him, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
"No need, you'll be late." Zhang Qingjiu smiled coquettishly. Which of the officials who attended the morning meeting didn't come back to eat?
But Chu Feng seemed to have read through her thoughts, "There is still more than half an hour before the morning meeting, and it is only three-quarters of an hour from here. How can we arrive late?"
Zhang Qingjiu had no choice but to follow Chu Feng to the side hall for dinner.
Later, Chu Feng personally escorted her out of the door, watching her get on Chu Lan's carriage in a neat manner.
In the carriage, Zhang Qingjiu looked at the man who was taking a rest, with a bit of regret on his face, "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."
When she just left the house, the old housekeeper secretly told her that the prince had been waiting for more than half an hour.
"It doesn't matter." Chu Lan smiled faintly, which was more beautiful than the morning glow on the horizon.