When Zhang Qingjiu woke up the next day and found that his mouth was dry and he couldn't even speak, he couldn't help but regret that he had to tell Wei Feng about Wei Tunan in the middle of the night.
Last night Wei Feng pulled her with excitement and asked her to answer the questions over and over again: "How did he find her, how is her brother doing now, and why is she in Penglai?"
By the end, Zhang Qingjiu found that she had memorized the words "compiled" with Wei Tunan by heart. If she repeated it twice, she might not be able to tell which one was true and which one was false.
Not to mention Wei Feng, who is absolutely convinced.
Thinking of Fengfeng's last figure leaving happily with a happy smile, Zhang Qingjiu sighed quietly. The words were good and the story was not bad, but it was a bit too much for his throat.
Next, just wait for Honghong to come back!
After washing up, Zhang Qingjiu finally felt a lot more relaxed. He thought that Chu Lan would be back from the court at this time, so he planned to go to the Prince's Mansion.
But before she could reach the door, she was stopped by a group of nuns.
"What are you doing?" Looking at the nannies lined up in front of him, Zhang Qingjiu swallowed, feeling something bad.
"There is only half a month until the wedding of the young lady and His Royal Highness. According to the customs of Dahui and royal etiquette, the young lady should wait quietly in the boudoir, prepare the wedding dress, and learn etiquette." The leader, the old lady, said to Chao Zhang.
Qingjiu bowed respectfully.
She said such a long list, Zhang Qingjiu didn't listen to a word, but he summed it up in one sentence, "You mean, I can't go out?"
The old ladies looked at each other and nodded in unison, "Yes."
Zhang Qingjiu frowned, he would not see Chu Lan for another half month, if he had known she would not come back.
"I want to see Fengfeng."
"The lady said she won't see you until the wedding."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid I'll let you go out."
Zhang Qingjiu took a breath and looked at the people in front of him in disbelief, "You...do you want to be so straightforward?"
She asked why Fengfeng didn't come. She was waiting for her here. Now think about it, she talked to her so much last night and almost asked her everything she wanted to ask. Was it also for today?
What's wrong with Fengfeng? Could it be that after staying with Wangyan for eight months, Quanchang has lost his mind?
But she couldn't embarrass these old ladies.
Zhang Qingjiu sighed, turned around and walked towards the house.
At noon that day, the gate of Jianjia courtyard opened again.
Budenzhang Qingjiu stepped out with his left leg, and a figure twisted out, "Little miss, please come back."
Zhang Qingjiu: "..."
It was the You hour of the day, when the courtyard door creaked——
"It's so late, young lady, aren't you going to take a rest?"
At Mao hour the next day...
Application time the next day...
On the third day, Zhang Qingjiu took advantage of the dark moon and wind and walked to the corner of the wall. Just as she was about to look up, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind her and told her that "climbing walls is not what a lady does."
Finally gave up.
"If the young lady is feeling uncomfortable, I'll go outside to find out how the preparations at the Prince's Mansion are going?" Zidie held her round chin, blinking and looking at the person sitting in front of the window, with a look of "lovelessness" on her face.
Zhang Qingjiu.
Hearing her words, Zhang Qingjiu became even more depressed.
That's right, anyone can get out of Jianjia Courtyard now, but she can't.
In fact, arrangements in the Wei Mansion had already started intensively before she came back. It was even more lively in the past few days. Zhang Qingjiu could hear laughter from outside even when he was in the courtyard.
After thinking about it for a few days, she finally figured it out.
Although she didn't care, she couldn't let Chu Lan fall into the trap of saying that the princess he married didn't understand the rules.
Therefore, there are many etiquettes involved in wedding matters, and she also studied them carefully.
But learning must be completed one day, right?
Seeing that Zhang Qingjiu ignored her, Zidie approached her with a cake and said, "How about the young lady writes a letter to His Highness the Crown Prince? You swan geese pass the letter, and I will be the swan goose."
Hearing these words, Zhang Qingjiu's eyes suddenly lit up, "Here, give me a pen and paper!"
The first letter, the second letter, the third letter...
When the tenth letter was sent, there were only two days left for the divorce.
The ninth day of the ninth lunar month was calculated by Qin Tianmen and decorated by the Ministry of Etiquette. It was indeed a good and auspicious day.
This was the date that had been decided before Zhang Qingjiu came back.
And the letter that didn't even have a flutter finally came to light on the night of the eighth day of the lunar month.
When Yunque took the letter from Huo Wu, he returned to the courtyard in three steps and two steps at a time, "Little Miss, this is a letter from the Crown Prince!"
"Huh?" Zhang Qingjiu was sitting on the swing in the yard, looking at the "sad" moon above his head. He thought to himself that Chu Lan, a bitch, really didn't reply even a word. When did he become like this?
Follow the "rules"?
When he thought of Yunque's words, his eyes lit up and he waved his hand impatiently: "Quick, give it to me."
The letter paper was as thin as a cicada's wings, but Zhang Qingjiu felt the weight of it inexplicably.
Dog man, what would he say after so long a letter?
Couldn't she just follow the saying in the proverb, "Even if I don't go, Zi Ning will have no heirs?" What's more, it's not that she doesn't want to go to him, but that she can't go.
Opening the letter in his hand, there were not many words inside, but Zhang Qingjiu instantly raised the corners of his lips.
"Dog man..." Zhang Qingjiu breathed a sigh of relief, folded the letter and stuffed it into his arms.
After a while, I couldn't help but take it out and take a look.
This was repeated so that the skylark beside him didn't know what to do. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and quietly took a look.
“One day without seeing you is like three autumns apart.”
This is the most common way for men and women in this world to talk to each other sincerely, but it shocked Skylark like never before.
It turns out that sometimes the so-called most vulgar words are also the most simple feelings.
On the other side, in the study room of the Crown Prince's Mansion, Feng Zhi looked at the figure who arranged the letters neatly and sealed them in a sandalwood box, and finally couldn't help but said, "Your Highness, the Crown Princess is writing.
I have received so many letters, but you only replied to one, and it was just a few words. Could she..."
He was a little worried, what if that person wasn't happy?
After lowering the lock, Chu Lan smiled faintly, shook his head, and raised his eyes to look at the crescent moon outside the window. His bottomless eyes showed only tenderness at this moment.
He believed that his Ah Jiu would understand.
It's like she understands him.
On the other side, Zhang Qingjiu swung on a big swing and looked at the crescent moon in the sky, his eyes rippling like water.
The dog man said that he missed her very much.
So does she.
In fact, she and him don't need any long speech, just like what she wrote.
From the first to the tenth letter, people who knew what she did would probably think that she didn't know how much she had written to Chu Lan.
But only she knows that each letter actually has only one word.
Ten letters were sent out with the sentence "Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, a few branches will grow."
She didn't even need to write the ten words after it, "I hope you can pick more of them, this is the thing I miss the most." Chu Lan gave her an even stronger reply.
"Little miss, it's night, it's time to go back and have a rest." Yunque whispered as he saw Zhang Qingjiu smiling broadly, but showing no sign of wanting to go back and rest.
"It's okay, it's still early." Zhang Qingjiu shook her head. After receiving this letter from Chu Lan, she was in an extremely good mood and couldn't sleep.
What's more, she still has business to do.
More than half a month has passed. It’s time for Honghong to come back, right?
He had agreed to send her off to get married, but she had already started dating Fengfeng, so he couldn't be the ace pigeon.
But what Zhang Qingjiu didn't expect was that when she was calling someone, a figure wearing black night clothes lingered at the gate of the Wei Mansion for a while, then flew past and flew straight to the Prince's Mansion...