There was only a "bang" sound, and the woman's arm that was wrapped around her was instantly broken, and then her weak and innocent body was thrown to the ground.
Ignoring the pain coming from her body, the woman raised her head in disbelief, her mind still blank: Why did the man who was so tender and affectionate just now suddenly become angry?
Moreover, wasn't he drunk? Even if he wasn't drunk, she was also drunk in his wine...
The slender legs stepped off the couch. The man was like a noble god. The woman named Ran Ran gritted her teeth and said cautiously and plaintively: "Your Highness, did you not do a good enough job?"
Chu Lan looked at the woman with disheveled buns and loose clothes on the ground, her cold eyes without any warmth, "How dare a craftsman to sleep on my bed?"
"What does His Highness mean by these words?!" The woman suddenly froze, raised her head subconsciously, and met the other person's eyes as sharp as knives.
In an instant, the woman knew that she had been discovered.
"Ha...since you know, then why did you just..." The woman gritted her teeth and struggled to get up, with a bit of ruthlessness in her eyes.
Chu Lan's eyes flashed, and she glanced outside, then looked at the woman with a more mocking look, and pinched the slender neck with her fingers.
Only a "click" sound was heard——
The woman who was posing just now let out a cry of fear and then became silent again. Her body slowly slid to the ground, but her eyes were still full of unwillingness and disbelief.
Didn't she drug his wine? Wasn't he injured? Why did she still fail?
She had no way of knowing all this.
Stepping over the lifeless body, Chu Lan walked to the door of the camp, cast his deep eyes into the night, and caught up with the black figure.
When he saw that figure and almost fell to the ground, Chu Lan took a breath and was about to rush out subconsciously, but suddenly remembered something and stopped suddenly.
It wasn't until the figure re-entered the camp that he slowly closed his eyes and revealed a wry smile.
"Your Highness!" Huo Wu was on patrol when he suddenly saw His Highness standing at the door. He quickly walked over and found that the clothes on his chest were showing blood again, his eyes were panicked, "Your Highness, what is going on?"
They all knew that His Highness the Crown Prince was injured, but tonight there was a dancer who came forward to offer a toast. Thinking of that dancer who did not know whether to live or die, Huo Wu wanted to kill her.
"There is some work in the house, let's clean it up." Pushing Huowu's hand, Chu Lan breathed a sigh of relief, not caring at all about his torn wounds.
Huo Wu suddenly froze, and his expression suddenly changed.
The military camp is so tightly guarded, but some spies are able to sneak in. Could it be that there is a spy among them?
"Someone is coming..."
Chu Lan waved her hand lightly, interrupting Huo Wu, "There is no need to make a big show of it, I know she is a meticulous artist."
"What do you mean by this, Your Highness?" Huo Wu was stunned.
Since you know it is meticulous work, why do you still put it in?
"No need to say more, let's just deal with it." Lowering her eyes, Chu Lan had a trace of emotion in her eyes that no one could see.
Huo Wu took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and finally nodded.
Too many things happened in the past two days, and he had to sort it out.
If His Highness the Crown Prince had not forgotten, if she were by His Highness's side, things would definitely not be like this.
Thinking of this, Huo Wu subconsciously looked somewhere along the window of the tent, but suddenly found that the tent that His Highness had specially ordered to be placed under house arrest was facing the window.
At night, it was the only place where you could see clearly.
Inexplicably, Huo Wu felt that something was wrong.
But what is wrong?
On the other side, Feng Zhi was walking aimlessly in the room. After hearing the sound coming from outside, his face changed slightly. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the visitor, but soon frowned again.
"Why are you back so early?"
As promised, just come back before dawn.
After pulling off the robe on his body and stuffing the tightly clenched token into Feng Zhi's hand, Zhang Qingjiu walked straight to the bed without saying a word.
Looking at that figure, Feng Zhi's heart twitched inexplicably, and he stepped forward in a hurry, "What happened? You should tell me."
"Nothing, go back." Zhang Qingjiu paused but still didn't look back.
The corners of Feng Zhi's mouth moved, "My...aunt..."
Hearing these three familiar words, Zhang Qingjiu was slightly startled, then suddenly smiled, "Feng Zhi, you go back first, I'll be alone for a while."
Zhang Qingjiu said these words very calmly, not as full of life as in the past, nor with the slightest hint of teasing.
It's like the autumn wind meets the last yellow leaf on the treetop, and silently, the final agreement is fulfilled - the wind blows the leaves, and the leaves float with the wind.
Feng Zhi looked at her deeply, gritted his teeth and walked out the door.
When there was only one person left in the room, Zhang Qingjiu finally couldn't hold it back, and two lines of tears fell out of his eyes, falling silently, and making a "pop" after falling on the ground.
There was a crisp sound and then quickly disappeared.
At the same time, in the spacious prince's tent, Chu Lan frowned suddenly, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his fingers subconsciously covered his heart.
"puff--"
Blood slipped from the corners of his lips.
The bright colors are scattered on the ground, like piranha blooming in the yellow sand.
Zhang Qingjiu didn't know how long he stood in this posture until Wei Tunan heard a low sigh from behind him: "Girl, stop crying."
Rubbing the corners of his eyes with his fingers in panic, Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath and said, "I'm not crying."
"Yes, our little girl is the most powerful. Even the old man in Penglai has to call you uncle, grandma, how can you cry?" Wei Tunan stepped forward with a smile, although the words he said were exactly like Zhang Qing's.
I wanted to drink wine, but there was an extra white veil on my hand.
But even when Wei Tunan was prepared to see his little girl's pitiful appearance, the moment he met those red-rimmed eyes, he still couldn't help but feel angry.
How is the prince? How is the human emperor?
Why would his little girl be bullied like this?
"Honghong, why are you here suddenly?" However, the man opposite him seemed to be fine and smiled slightly at him.
Wei Tunan's heart sank again, but looking at her like this, he was unwilling to expose her vulnerability. He reached out and rubbed her hair, "I heard they said someone just left your place and wanted to come over and have a look."
"It's just an old friend from the past. Honghong doesn't need to think too much. Go back and rest." Zhang Qingjiu smiled faintly and pushed Wei Tunan two steps outside.
Seeing that she still had the strength to push herself, Wei Tunan raised his heart in his throat and put it back half an inch, smiled and nodded, "Okay, uncle, go back and rest, so as not to disturb the girl's sweet dream."
Having said that, without Zhang Qingjiu's further push, Wei Tunan turned around and left her tent.
It was Ye Yin time, when the guards were handing over, a cloud of yellow sand suddenly rolled up in the originally quiet night, and with it, there was also the tightly closed curtain of the camp where Wei Tunan was at that moment.