Originally, he wanted to stab Chu Lan, but after hearing his words, Zhang Qingjiu's nose suddenly sore, and the tears in his eyes began to well up.
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu like this, Chu Lan, who had just calmed down, immediately panicked again. He wanted to go up but did not dare to act impulsively, for fear that he would do something to Zhang Qingjiu again.
Worrying and at a loss are not enough to describe Chu Lan's mood at the moment.
"You...when did you know?" Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath and wiped his tears.
"We'll talk about this when we get back." Chu Lan stepped forward cautiously, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Qingjiu didn't back away.
When he clasped the hands that he had held countless times in his dreams over the past eight months, Chu Lan suddenly understood what it meant to feel like the void finally fills up.
"You don't..." Zhang Qingjiu still wanted to struggle, but when his eyes fell on Chu Lan's chest, he suddenly stopped, "Why are you injured so seriously? Aren't you already healed?"
The person in front of him was still wearing the black middle coat he had gone to bed in. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see the traces of blood at all.
But when he was in the Prince's Mansion, he always wore a white shirt. Did he wear it like this on purpose to prevent others from seeing his wounds?
He actually rushed out dressed like this...
But Feng Zhi told her that it was nothing serious anymore?
Seeing that the person in front of him was obviously very angry, but became nervous the moment he saw his wound, Chu Lan felt a warm current flowing through his heart again, and shook his head hastily, "It's okay, Ajiu, I'm okay,
Do not worry."
"I...who is worried about you?" Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips, choked in his throat and averted his eyes.
Chu Lan's eyes flashed, and she once again took the opportunity to say: "Then let's go back."
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him and snorted softly: "Don't think that I went back with you just because I wasn't angry anymore. I went back purely because it was time for me to go back."
"Okay." Chu Lan nodded and responded.
No matter what the reason is, just be willing to go back with him.
The early morning dew on the border was cold and windy, and she was wearing thin clothes. What should she do if she got cold?
Hearing Chu Lan's hesitant but obviously joyful answer, Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him and walked quickly down the mountain.
But before he could take two steps, he was picked up by someone.
"Chu Lan, what are you doing?" Zhang Qingjiu's eyes widened.
Returning to the familiar embrace, it was still the strong arms that held her. Even though he was injured, she still felt as if she had landed on the ground.
"There is dew on the road, which makes it slippery. I will carry you down the mountain." Chu Lan narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips slightly.
"Are you crazy?" Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath, "Not to mention you are injured, how can you leave with two people?"
Chu Lan kept walking, "Don't worry, Ah Jiu, I'm fine."
He must hold his wine in his arms so that he can feel that he has not lost it.
He must also gradually become familiar with this, even if he will be injured, he must protect the future of the woman in his arms.
Zhang Qingjiu wanted to scold Chu Lan, and even wanted to come down, but whenever she moved, this man's arms would tighten even more. In the end, she was so stunned that she didn't dare to struggle anymore, for fear of touching his wounds.
But I was still angry in my heart, "Chu Lan, you are such a bitch."
Dog men know how to make her feel bad.
As soon as he finished saying this, Chu Lan stopped immediately and frowned slightly.
Although Zhang Qingjiu was angry in her heart, she was afraid that Chu Lan really couldn't hold on any longer, so she kept staring at his expression. When she saw his frown, her heart skipped a beat.
Isn’t the dog man happy to let himself call him a dog man?
Did the dog man want to put her down?
Obviously if he really did this, it would go with his wishes, but Zhang Qingjiu felt a little bit more uncomfortable in his heart.
Just as she was getting ready to land with her feet, Chu Lan suddenly heard a low sigh above her head, "Ajiu, don't mention these three words in front of others anymore."
Zhang Qingjiu: "What do you mean?"
Chu Lan glanced at her with complicated eyes, and finally shook her head, "Nothing."
After that, he steadied his arms again and walked down the mountain.
Zhang Qingjiu felt surprised, but no matter how she asked, Chu Lan stopped talking about it along the way.
Only the slightly red tips of the ears made people feel inexplicably happy.
At the foot of the mountain, Feng Zhi held a cloak in his hand, with an anxious look on his face, and turned to look at the two people around him——
One held an orange dogtail grass in his mouth, sitting on the stone slab and blowing in the wind with his eyes closed;
One was leaning against a bowl-sized pine tree, holding a pitch-black dagger in his hand. His fingertips were moving so fast that afterimages appeared, but he didn't know what he was messing with.
Finally, Feng Zhi, who had been worried all night, couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward and shouted, "Are you two careless? You are here to have a holiday, right? Your Highness and the Crown Princess have not come down yet.
Are you worried?"
"Don't worry, go up the mountain. I don't have a cloak in my hand." Huo Wu opened her eyes, turned her head and glanced at him faintly, with an encouraging smile on her lips.
"I..." Feng Zhi took a breath and turned around to sit down with his cloak in his arms.
If he could catch up, he would have gone long ago.
In the end, sooner or later, if he went there and saw something he shouldn't have seen, ruining His Highness the Crown Prince's chance of reconciliation, then he would regret it even more?
Even though he said this, Huo Wu still stood up, his sword eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he still had the leisurely look when he closed his eyes.
Just as he was about to step forward, his steps suddenly stopped and he subconsciously looked towards the mountain road ahead.
At the same time, Mu Qing also stopped what he was doing, folded his fingers, put the dagger into his sleeve, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Here we come."
"What's going on..." Although Feng Zhi was angry, his mind was still on his two companions. As soon as he heard them talking, he subconsciously turned his head.
What came into view was Chu Lan's figure and what he was holding in his arms...
"Girl...Your Highness the Crown Prince, the Crown Princess!" He almost jumped up from the stone slab, and rushed towards the two figures as fast as the wind.
The speed was so fast that he actually left Huo Wu and Mu Qing behind.
Chu Lan didn't stop, stretched out her hand and pulled the cloak handed over by Feng Zhi, covering Zhang Qingjiu's body, "Go back to camp."
Just as Chu Lan walked towards the thousand-mile horse, Huo Wu slowly stepped forward and saluted, "Your Highness, I have ordered someone to send a carriage. Your Highness and the Crown Princess will return to the camp in the carriage."
After saying that, he let go of his body.
Behind him, there was indeed a carriage.
There are war horses and chariots in the military camp, but this carriage would never appear here unless it was specially arranged.
In an instant, Chu Lan understood.
After taking a deep look at the three people with downcast eyes, Chu Lan hugged Zhang Qingjiu and got into the carriage.
At this moment, the rising sun is rising in the east, and wherever the carriage goes, the glow is brilliant and golden.