"Are you feeling unwell, Ah Jiu?" Chu Lan stepped forward at the right time, holding her arms around Zhang Qingjiu's waist to steady her retreating body.
"It's okay." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly and shook his head, "Don't worry."
Although there is not much energy left in the body, the three souls and seven souls are still there, and coupled with the endless faith, there are no other signs of illness except that the body is slightly soft.
"Then let's go back." Chu Lan narrowed his eyes. Although Zhang Qingjiu said so, he did not let go of his hand on her waist.
"Okay." Zhang Qingjiu took a breath and nodded.
She came here just for the sake of these two children. Others would have to take care of other things. Now that the matter is over, there is no need to stay any longer.
"I'll carry you back to the carriage." This time, Chu Lan asked before taking action.
Although he was questioning, his tone was firm.
Zhang Qingjiu was stunned for a moment, then opened his arms generously, "Okay."
Anyway, it’s not like that once or twice. Chu Lan is willing to do it, so why should she live up to his wishes?
As a result, the people waiting outside saw His Royal Highness holding someone in his arms again and walking towards them calmly.
Mo Bianxian looked at his nose, nose, and heart, with an expression of indifference on his face. Zhang Tianhe pursed his lips and lowered his eyes. He didn't see anything, so he didn't know anything.
But unfortunately, some people didn't intend to let him go.
When the two of them approached, Zhang Qingjiu patted the arm that held him firmly. Chu Lan understood and paused.
Ever since, Zhang Tianhe heard a smiling voice beside him, "Sir Zhang, how many days will it take you to investigate this case?"
"This...five, five days." Zhang Tianhe blurted out with a tremor at the corner of his mouth.
"Master Zhang has always been outstanding in ability. I will look into it with my subordinates and we will find out the truth within two days." Two white fingers stretched out from the cloak.
Zhang Tianhe was almost on the verge of tears. He was about to ask if he could give it a few days of grace, when he saw the dagger-like look in His Highness’s eyes. He could only bite the bullet and said, “Okay, I will definitely investigate within two days.”
Clear the whole story.”
Zhang Tianhe felt miserable in his heart. For two days, he did not eat, drink, sleep or rest.
After saying these words, Chu Lan carried Zhang Qingjiu and walked outside.
The common people once again took the initiative to step aside and watched their figures return to the carriage.
Suddenly someone frowned, "Why do I feel that that young man looks a bit like..."
"Who does it look like?" The person next to him immediately raised his ears.
The man was shocked and immediately shook his head, "No one, I must have seen it wrong."
After saying that, he immediately walked away, obviously unwilling to say anything.
The people next to him didn't pay much attention, they laughed and joined the "case" group on the side.
It wasn't until the government officials came over to let them disperse that everyone reluctantly left.
In the yard, Zhang Tianhe sat on a half-decayed piece of wood with a dejected look on his face, looking at Mo Bianxian but hesitated to speak.
He had just made some calculations. If he had Mo Bianxian's help, he might be able to do it in three days, but he still didn't have the confidence, and it was only two days...
Mo Tian glanced at him and spoke slowly, "Master Zhang, don't worry. She said it will take two days, and you will definitely be able to find out in two days."
Zhang Tianhe sighed, "It would be great if it could be done so quickly."
"She never talks nonsense." Mo Tianxian narrowed his eyes and spoke a few meaningful words.
It's not like he didn't hear the conversation between her and Chu Kuo outside the royal study that day, and now this result...
Mo Yihan lowered his eyes and glanced at the two corpses wrapped in mats in the corner, a deep look flashed in his eyes.
A prophecy.
Hearing what Mo Tongxian said, Zhang Tianhe seemed to suddenly realize it. He slapped his head hard and said with a smile on his face, "Yes, yes, why did I forget that Mr. Xiao Zhang is the god of Qin Tian Prison?"
Push hands! Two days, two days will definitely do it, I can do it."
Zhang Tianhe's dancing was really too funny, so he couldn't help but curl up his lips and patted his shoulder, "Well, you can do it."
The carriage returned to the Prince's Mansion in an unhurried manner. Zhang Qingjiu was still the same as when he arrived, half of his body resting in Chu Lan's arms.
Narrowing her eyes, she suddenly noticed that her dog-man was frowning. After being slightly startled, Zhang Qingjiu slowly spoke, "Are you going to enter the palace later?"
Chu Lan seemed to be brought back to her senses by her words, and she narrowed her eyes and said, "Well. I must let my father know about this matter."
Although he had ordered Dali Temple and the government office in advance not to alert Chu Wei, it was impossible to hide it.
"Then I'll go with you." Zhang Qingjiu tugged at his sleeves, feeling a little distressed.
"You can just rest in the house." Chu Lan frowned and refused.
"No." Zhang Qingjiu also shook his head straightforwardly, "If you don't let me go, I will walk there myself."
"You..." Chu Lan narrowed her eyes and said helplessly, "Ajiu, be obedient."
"This matter is not yours alone. The two of them were also closely related to me." Zhang Qingjiu met Chu Lan's eyes seriously, "Now, it can be regarded as a real settlement for me.
.”
In the end, Chu Lan agreed to Zhang Qingjiu's request, "It's up to you."
After the two returned home, took a bath, changed clothes, and had lunch, they entered the palace hand in hand.
This time when he came down from Zhuque Gate, Chu Lan finally stopped holding the people around him in his arms.
Feng Zhi looked at the backs of the two of them, and was secretly breathing a sigh of relief, thinking that his prince had finally not doted on him to the point where everyone knew it, when he heard Chu Lan's undepressed voice coming from ahead:
"If Ah Jiu doesn't want to leave, just call the sedan chair to chase him away."
This tone is so natural!
Feng Zhi's mouth twitched, wishing he could plug his ears.
Well, what is he counting on?
Is there anything that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cannot do now?
Zhang Qingjiu was not surprised when he heard this, but was a little helpless. He smiled and tugged on the hand that was not shy about interlocking his fingers, "You don't have to worry, I'm really fine."
Chu Lan paused, turned his head and glanced at her.
When Zhang Qingjiu saw him like this, his originally gloomy mood due to the incident in the western suburbs was inexplicably relieved. He couldn't help but take a step forward, tiptoe, and get close to Chu Lan's ear.
"Don't you believe in your own strength?" Zhang Qingjiu raised the corners of his lips.
The warm breath spread on the ears, with a familiar temperature and taste. Chu Lan's throat tightened, his eyes darkened, and he lowered his eyes: "I certainly understand my strength, does Ah Jiu not know about it?"
Seeing his appearance, Zhang Qingjiu was stunned for a moment, then immediately distanced himself from Chu Lan, with a look of disbelief on his face, "I mean your kneading skills are good!"
The sky is blue and the sun is bright, the universe is bright, Chu Lan, you are the prince of a country, the flower of the high mountains, what on earth were you thinking about just now?