As the atmosphere in the carriage suddenly changed, Zhang Qingjiu still didn't know that there was something wrong with Chu Lan's words.
But if it's jealousy, this man's jealousy has been too long. How long has it been since Murong Chun came? What's more, at that time, who knew that he would reach this stage with him?
However, seeing Chu Lan acting like this, she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. After all, if he really felt uncomfortable, she would have to be the one to coax others in the end.
After thinking about this, Zhang Qingjiu said seriously, "I saved him, firstly, because he really shouldn't have been killed at that time, and secondly... there was something strange about him."
"Strange?" Chu Lan raised his eyebrows and pressed the man into his arms a little tighter.
"Yeah." Zhang Qingjiu nodded, then frowned, "I saved him in the first place because I thought he would have some relationship with you."
Hearing these words, Chu Lan's face softened slightly, and she sighed softly: "The queen mother is related to him by blood."
Murong Qingwan is the princess of Qiu Di, and Murong Chunlai is the prince of Qiu Di. They are from the same bloodline, so they are naturally related by blood.
But... Zhang Qingjiu's eyes flashed with depth, and the relationship she mentioned was not this kind of relationship.
However, she couldn't see Murong Chunlai very clearly, so she couldn't tell clearly.
Chu Lan was protected by the true dragon purple energy, but what about Murong Chunlai? What was it on him?
But looking at Chu Lan's expression now, it's best to stop this matter here. If we continue talking about it, it will really cause misunderstandings.
Thinking of this, Zhang Qingjiu stopped talking, gently put her head on his shoulder, rubbed it, raised her chin, and blinked, with a flattering look on his face.
Chu Lan's eyes were already deep, but when the person in his arms looked at him like this, everything went dark. The corners of his mouth moved, and his voice became hoarse, "Ah Jiu is always so considerate of others, but I don't feel sorry for you either."
My own husband."
!!!
"No, Chu Lan, please ask yourself carefully, doesn't your conscience hurt? I don't feel sorry for you yet?" Zhang Qingjiu widened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him with a serious face and nonsense.
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In the whole world, is she not good enough to Chu Lan? Doesn’t she feel sorry for him enough? You bitch, can you please speak with some sense?
Unexpectedly, Chu Lan seemed not to have heard these words at all. He pursed his lips and frowned, actually suppressing some weakness and grievances.
At this moment, Zhang Qingjiu was shocked.
Is this still the dignified and dignified Chu Lan who is usually polite?
Taking a deep breath, although he knew that Chu Lan was holding back his anger, Zhang Qingjiu still told himself not to be angry, "Then what should I do?"
After all, in their opinion, they had indeed saved Murong Chunlai, and also triggered the series of stories that followed.
But what they didn't know was that their rescue of Murong Chunlai was just to use their own strength to expose Murong Qingwan's identity and "naturally" tell the world about this matter.
Although the process was a bit tortuous, at least the result did not deviate from her presets. Otherwise, with the mentality of Murong Chunlai and his gang, they would not let it go, or there would be trouble.
But more importantly, in the final analysis, the man you love must be your own love.
"Ajiu, you need to hurt me more." Chu Lan's eyes flashed.
"Why does it hurt?" Zhang Qingjiu felt his head hurt even more.
I'm not afraid of Chu Lan causing mischief, but I'm afraid of Chu Lan acting coquettishly.
"Ah Jiu came home last night," Chu Lan said again.
"Yeah." Zhang Qingjiu nodded, "So?"
"So tonight Ah Jiu will have a good life to make up for my husband." Chu Lan smiled slightly, with a storm in his eyes.
Zhang Qingjiu's brain exploded, and he shouted in his heart that it was not good, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat.
Unexpectedly, Chu Lan had been on guard for a long time. Following Zhang Qingjiu's retreat, he pinched her waist, and with a strong effort of his arms, he picked up the person who was sitting on her side and sat upright facing him.
But if you look at her actions as she was preparing to escape just now, this posture... seemed like she took the initiative herself.
Zhang Qingjiu swallowed his saliva and felt weak for a moment, "Chu Lan, don't mess around."
Chu Lan turned a deaf ear, lowered her voice and leaned close to Zhang Qingjiu's ear, curling her tongue: "It's hard to bear the long snowy night with the cold and hard quilt on my pillow. Only with my wife in my arms can I sleep peacefully."
Zhang Qingjiu trembled, couldn't help but tremble, and couldn't hold back his words, "Chu Lan, you, please let me down."
How could this bitch of a man do this? He was obviously the one who sent her back yesterday without saying anything just for today's incident. Although she was very happy about this dismissal, no matter how you looked at it, the problem still lay with him.
Okay? Why does it seem like you are bullying him now?
Just when Zhang Qingjiu was sighing in his heart, Chu Lan suddenly nodded, "Okay, come down."
Zhang Qingjiu: "Really?"
Transitioned?
"Of course." Chu Lan narrowed her eyes and reached out to pick up the person in her arms, "We're home."
Zhang Qingjiu was caught off guard and was hugged firmly by Chu Lan. If he struggled again, his legs were already hanging in the air.
At this time, she came back to her senses, and the carriage had stopped at the door of the house at some point...
The moment he was carried back to the Prince's Mansion by Chu Lan, Zhang Qingjiu sighed heavily as he was wrapped in the thick cloak that blocked the snow and cold wind, and his eyes were completely dark.
It turned out that when he said let her down, he meant getting off the carriage, not letting her down.
Dog man, liar.
Thinking of this, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but hum, and stretched out his hand to pinch Chu Lan's waist.
His steps suddenly stopped, Chu Lan's eyes darkened, and he glanced down at the restless person in his arms. Even through the cloak, he could guess the wonderful expression on her face at this moment.
Sighing lowly, Chu Lan frowned, not sure whether it was distress or helplessness.
Zhang Qingjiu couldn't see the reaction from the outside, and immediately raised the corner of his lips, should the dog man put her down now?
Unexpectedly, what was waiting for him was not his legs falling to the ground, but a tremor coming from his tailbone.
As the palm fell with a gentle "slap", feeling the slight tremble of the person in his arms, and the fingers suddenly loosening on the waist and abdomen, the corners of Chu Lan's pursed lips finally raised a few arcs,
He picked up the person, lowered his head and murmured: "Don't make trouble, Ojiu. The night is long. If you have the strength, you don't have to stay here."
At this moment, the bedroom is close at hand.
The man took a long step forward and led the child into the warm room.
As the door falls, another room is full of fragrant fragrance.
When he fell asleep again, Zhang Qingjiu had only one thought in his mind:
A man who has regained his strength cannot be offended.
By the way, today we talked about Murong Chunlai, what else did she want to talk to Chu Lan about?
The first snowy night in Dahui is full of romance and ambiguity.
Qiu Di, who is thousands of miles away, had been covered by silvery white snow a month ago, and the wind howling like a ghost seemed to blow all the skin off a person's body. Fortunately, the burning bonfire covered the huge tent.
Feeling warm.
King Qiudi's tent.
Next to the bed covered with fox fur and soft fur, a thin man was serving soup.
He was holding a white porcelain bowl in his hand, and his wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a bony arm.
Although he is thin, his hands are very steady.
His face was also very thin, and his cheeks were sunken, as if he had suffered a disaster.
There was always a smile on his lips, and he stuffed the soup into the mouth of the old man who couldn't move on the bed with his eyes devoid of sight. His eyes were pious and his movements were respectful.