Chapter 48: Climbing the Wall in the Middle of the Night
"Do you really want to go back?" Murong Chunlai shook the reins in his hand and raised the corners of his mouth.
Zhang Qingjiu: "What do you mean?"
Murong Chunlai sighed quietly and said unintentionally: "I saw you climbing the wall last night. People who go out in the middle of the night should not want to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion that much, right?"
"Did you see it?" Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and looked suddenly cold.
"Don't get me wrong." Murong Chunlai spread his hands, "I just got up to relieve myself in the middle of the night and accidentally walked into the backyard. Don't worry, you saved me. I won't tell others about our Mr. Zhang."
The words seemed to come naturally, but the threatening meaning could not be concealed.
Zhang Qingjiu smiled, smiling brightly at that proud face, "It's okay, just go ahead and say, if you survive tonight, I'll count you as the winner."
Anyone who heard such arrogant words from a little girl would sneer at her. Murong Chunlai also wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh no matter what.
Looking at the bright smiling face of the woman in front of me, and then thinking about the poison that suddenly disappeared and the wounds that healed so quickly, I felt inexplicably frightened.
Maybe, she really has that ability...
Seeing Murong Chunlai's face darken, Zhang Qingjiu knew that he had guessed wrong, but he did not intend to explain, "When I returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, there were a total of 350 people in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and there was no one like you among the men, women, and children.
Face."
Murong Chunlai's expression changed again.
Zhang Qingjiu continued calmly: "I don't have to ask where you come from or what you want to do, but if you dare to harm the people around me, you can try."
His life was restored so quickly because he himself gave him the medium. Now that the three-day period has not passed, she can change it back at any time.
Murong Chunlai's eyes flashed and he chuckled, "Master Xiao Zhang, I don't understand what I said to you. What kind of identity can I have? I am just forced to make a living and just want to find a good job to make a living."
, who knew something like that would happen again. If Master Xiao Zhang hadn’t rescued Xiao Zhang, he might have gone to see the King of Hell long ago. Master Xiao Zhang, don’t worry, Xiao Zhang will only follow your lead in the future.”
"Really?" Zhang Qingjiu raised the corners of his lips, "You'd better not promise casually."
This was an ordinary sentence, but in Murong Chunlai's ears, it inexplicably carried a hint of warning.
It's like...what I said was recorded by Heaven.
When he came back to his senses, his bright face had been blocked by the thick curtain and could no longer be seen.
On the other side, Zhang Qingjiu's face was not as calm as it appeared.
She did go out last night.
There is a secret door in the backyard of Jianjiayuan where she lives. She only discovered it when she was wandering around two days ago. She thought it was just an ordinary door, but when she opened it, there was a secret door. There was a path that led directly to the backyard of the house.
.
And that is not a simple path, but a formation. If you don't follow the path of the formation, you will never be able to reach the wall that climbs out of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
If he hadn't followed her from the beginning, he would have gone to the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion last night.
The previous explanation had to go so far? It’s funny just thinking about it.
But if he followed her all the way...
When he thought of this possibility, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly lost his composure.
Although she cast spells twice yesterday and her physical and soul strength were somewhat exhausted, she was not so weak that no one behind her could feel her, right?
In this state, if I hadn't gone to the yard next to the Prince's Mansion last night, wouldn't I have been able to get up this morning?
Zhang Qingjiu's face turned completely dark.
Chu Lan, that hypocrite, sat in the carriage twice, but he blocked her back even if she wanted to sit next to him. Two times, she didn't even touch a corner of her clothes, let alone touch the side.
If she really counted on him, she would not think of doing anything else properly until she got her soul back, and she might run into the risk of losing her soul at any time.
Otherwise, she can only find another way to make a living first.
Otherwise you will hang yourself sooner or later.
"Don't go back to the house today. Let's go to the most prosperous Star Building in the capital." Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and patted the car's shaft.
Murong Chunlai glanced sideways slightly, raised the reins in his hand, and the carriage instantly changed direction.
The street was busy with cars and pedestrians, and it was very lively.
When they arrived at a crowded place, Zhang Qingjiu said: "Stop right here."
"Stop here, aren't you afraid that your identity will be recognized by others?" However, Murong Chunlai snorted lightly and did not stop, "Now Mr. Xiao Zhang is well-known and a model of contemporary women."
Only then did Zhang Qingjiu remember that she was actually wearing an official robe. The way she dressed as a woman would expose her identity if she met someone with intentions. This was not in line with her next plan.
"Then it's better to go back home..."
"I have a way." Murong Chunlai smiled and drove the carriage into another busy street.
This is a street full of shops and is a famous gathering place for rouge, gouache, and rich clothes in Shangjing.
When they stopped at a clothing store at the far end, Murong Chunlai squinted his eyes.
Hearing the commotion outside, the waiter inside immediately burst out with a smile. When he saw Murong Chun coming, his face changed slightly, and he was about to step forward, but was stopped by his look, and asked with a smile: "Your Majesty, sir,
Do you want to see the clothes? Please come inside."
Murong Chunlai ignored him, turned around, knocked on the carriage, and said in a low voice, "I'll go inside and pick out some clothes for you. You can change them later."
There was no response from inside, so Murong Chunlai knew that she agreed with his approach, and immediately nodded, "Waiter, take me to see the clothes in your store."
Looking along the slightly translucent car curtains, I saw that compared to the splendid shops outside, this one was ordinary, but very clean, and the few sample clothes placed outside were also neatly arranged.
There seems to be only one shopkeeper and one waiter in the store. At the moment, the waiter is accompanying Murong Chunlai to choose clothes. The shopkeeper in front of the cabinet is fiddling with the abacus in his hand and glancing outside from time to time with a nonchalant look.
After a while, Murong Chunlai picked out the clothes. He smiled and talked with the shopkeeper for a while, gave the money and came out holding the clothes.
"Here you go." After putting the clothes into the carriage, Murong Chunlai looked at Zhang Qingjiu's slightly frowning brows and couldn't help but smile in his heart, but his expression was extremely serious, "A person of my status doesn't have much money, so I can't afford it.
It’s expensive. I’m too embarrassed to go into the women’s clothing store in front of me. This dress is the smallest in the men’s clothing store, so you can just make do with it and change into it.”
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the white, coarse cloth clothes that definitely looked like he was wearing linen and mourning, and the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely.