As soon as they returned to the Prince's Mansion, Zhang Qingjiu pulled Chu Lan's sleeve and shook it. Chu Lan didn't seem to stop him at all. The two of them walked towards the study one after another. When Zhang Qingjiu followed him to the study,
, the sleeve in his hand is still shaking.
After all, he still couldn't hold it back. Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath, took the initiative to move closer, and whispered, "What did you tell him? It took you so long?"
"Let him go back to the post house." Chu Lan glanced at Zhang Qingjiu, then lowered his eyes and glanced at the white fingers that were holding him.
"That's it?" Zhang Qingjiu frowned.
If she believed this, she would be looking at the sky with her bare buttocks bare-buttless.
Chu Lan saw her frowning, a deep look flashed in her eyes, and finally smiled lightly, "He said he won once, and he wanted to bet with me on whether he could be the one or two."
Hearing these words, Zhang Qingjiu was almost speechless.
Isn't this tone something that paranoid young man Murong Chunlai could say?
Even if Chu Lan didn't describe everything in detail, she could still imagine what Murong Chunlai could say.
Thinking of Chu Lan's "weakness and helplessness" when faced with his verbal attack, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help grinding his back molars and said angrily: "It's true that a dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory."
Hearing the indignation in Zhang Qingjiu's tone, Chu Lan raised her eyebrows and suddenly lowered her eyes.
With this look, no matter how you look at it, you look like a pitiful little kid who has been bullied.
Zhang Qingjiu's heart twitched. He loosened the fingers holding his sleeves and wrapped his arms around someone's hand hanging by his side. "Don't listen to his nonsense. Even if the world is a casino, that's the wisdom of an immortal."
You are so confused, let alone Murong Chunlai?"
A life that was stolen from who knows where, and yet she didn't cherish it properly, turned out to be a monster, and dared to provoke her dog man?
Isn't this asking for death?
"But he really cares about you." Chu Lan pursed his lips and said again.
Zhang Qingjiu was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, "What's the point of worrying about him? I'm your crown princess!"
This bitch, doesn’t he know how good he is? He’s actually jealous of Murong Chunlai?!
As expected, he was angry.
Thinking of Chu Lan's "suffering" just now, Zhang Qingjiu began to feel uncomfortable, so much so that she didn't see the man who lowered his head, the smile that flickered from the corner of his mouth, or the fleeting cold light in his eyes.
"But he did..." Chu Lan sighed.
Regarding Chu Lan's "worry", Zhang Qingjiu wanted to tell him that it was unnecessary, but how could she be willing to criticize Chu Lan because of others?
No one can bully her dog man except her.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly raised his eyes, "Then let's get engaged."
Looking at the man who suddenly raised his head, Zhang Qingjiu took a step forward and said word by word: "Chu Lan, tell the world that we are engaged."
It's not a confession, it's not a betrothal, and she can't get married within a year, but she can tell the world that she and Chu Lan are married in the grandest and most blatant way.
From heaven to earth, among all living beings, Chu Lan is the only one who can make her drink.
She is his princess and his wife.
Looking at the burning eyes in front of him, Chu Lan stabilized his mind, suppressed the madness that almost burst out of his heart, and tried hard to make his eyes clear and innocent, "Are you serious about what Ah Jiu said?"
"Really! More real than pearls!" Zhang Qingjiu nodded, worried that Chu Lan thought she was joking, so he continued, "We..."
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, someone grabbed his shoulder.
"When?" Chu Lan lowered her eyes and lowered her voice.
Zhang Qingjiu: "Huh?"
"I said, when will you and I get engaged?" Chu Lan put her forehead against Zhang Qingjiu's, their eyes met, and the turbulence in her eyes could no longer be concealed.
Zhang Qingjiu was startled, and something flashed through his heart, like a needle pricking him gently.
But when she thought about it carefully, she felt nothing at all.
"Ah Jiu, what day is it?" Just when Zhang Qingjiu calmed down, the man close at hand spoke again, the cinnabar moles on his eyebrows like an enchanting light.
Looking into those charming eyes again, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly understood. He took a deep breath, took a step back, raised his hand, "You, you, you..."
Why did she feel like she was being tricked?
Smiling slightly, Chu Lanqi stepped forward, gathered up the raised hand, and pulled it back into his arms, raising the corners of his lips slightly, "Ah Jiu, I have already shown it to the Qintian Supervisor. It is a good day on the 19th day of the twelfth lunar month.
, how about we set a date?"
"Nineteen?" Zhang Qingjiu was startled, "There's still one month left!"
How could it be enough in one month?
However, Chu Lan seemed to have already guessed what she would say, "The Minister of Rites always does things quickly, so he will definitely be able to do it in time."
Having said this, there was no room for Zhang Qingjiu to maneuver. After all, she was the one who proposed the engagement.
And this engagement is not just a matter for them, but also for the whole world to see.
The 19th day of the twelfth lunar month is a good time to get married, build a house, and have a home.
A good day indeed.
Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath, finally asked the question in his heart, and glanced at the man, "Have you been waiting for me here for a long time?"
Otherwise, how could he blurt out the words of auspicious times as soon as she mentioned engagement?
Chu Lan has always known how smart the person in front of him is.
The moment that made her dazzle was just based on her preference, so Chu Lan had no intention of hiding it.
"Ajiu." Chu Lan smiled slightly, lowered his eyes and placed a kiss on Zhang Qingjiu's forehead, his eyes trembling, "I have been plotting evil against you for a long time."
What a sinister plot! Zhang Qingjiu almost stopped laughing.
Even though he was such a bastard, he actually said it so confidently!
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu looking at him with a somewhat helpless look, Chu Lan smiled again, "So Ah Jiu, on the 19th of the twelfth lunar month, are you willing to be my bride?"
This smile is like the snow melting in spring, like a hundred flowers blooming, like reeds swaying across the heart.
Zhang Qingjiu's heart trembled and he nodded gently, "Okay. On the 19th of the twelfth lunar month, I will be your bride."
Rather than saying it was an evil intention, it was better to say it was deliberate for a long time.
He is like this, but doesn't she already have ulterior motives?
And when "bad intentions" meet the so-called "ulterior motives," who knows whether it will turn into another romantic match made in heaven?
The next day, Chu Wei, in front of all civil and military officials in the Dahui court hall, and in the presence of Qiu Di envoy Murong Chunlai who had specially attended the morning court, announced that on the 19th day of the twelfth lunar month, an engagement banquet would be held for the crown prince and the crown princess.
As soon as this news came out, the usually solemn and solemn government hall ushered in an unprecedented lively scene.
Even if everyone understands that the princess of Dahui must be Zhang Qingjiu!
In the bustling hall, only one person felt the bone-chilling cold, so cold that the fox fur wrapped around him was shivering, and his hands and feet were cold...