After receiving Chu Wei's reply that there was no need to go to court, Zhang Qingjiu had not left the gate of Jianjia courtyard for three days.
In the first two days, Chu Feng was worried, but when she saw her daughter looking happy and content, she smiled and left with peace of mind. She just told everyone in the house to take good care of her.
Of course, it's not like no one else came over during the past three days.
For example, Zhang Yuan dragged a broken leg and a broken arm in a wheelchair and stubbornly came to Jianjiayuan to pay his respects, saying that he wanted to ask how the servant was doing that day.
Zhang Qingjiu was swinging on the swing and pointed to Chun Lai standing at the door, "Over there."
Zhang Yuan's mouth twitched and he looked at the straight figure in disbelief, "He?"
This person was the scapegoat whom he pulled down and gave him a hundred strokes that day? How could he change so much? When he came over just now, he thought he was the person specially arranged by Madam for Jianjia Yuan...
"Yes." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly, "Speaking of which, I have to thank the housekeeper. If you hadn't been merciful, he might not have survived. He has a hundred sticks, tsk tsk..."
The corner of Zhang Yuan's mouth twitched, and his expression changed again and again. Finally, he could only smile, leaving the words "This person's life should not be cut off" and walked away dejectedly.
Looking at the fleeing figure, Zhang Qingjiu smiled so slyly that he turned to look at Murong Chunlai, who had a cold expression on his face, "Do you think he will regret it?"
Murong Chunlai was startled for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is it you?"
"What am I?" Zhang Qingjiu blinked, "You mean his injury? What does it have to do with me? Wasn't it caused by a horse?"
As he said that, he jumped off the swing that was still swinging.
Her actions instantly made the two people in the yard have their hearts in their throats.
Murong Chunlai's expression changed and he flew up, "You!"
"What's wrong?" Zhang Qingjiu, who was firmly on the ground, clapped his hands and turned to look at Skylark, who was also flying towards him, with a smile on his face, "Lark, help me prepare a carriage, I want to go out."
"Miss, he..." Yunque frowned and looked at Murong Chunlai as if facing a formidable enemy. For so many days, she only thought that this man was dangerous, but she really didn't expect that this man knew kung fu!
"Oh, it's too late, it's too late, hurry up and prepare a carriage for me." Zhang Qingjiu pushed Yunque out, his tone was so anxious that Yunque had to swallow his words when they came to his lips.
After Yunque left, Zhang Qingjiu came back and looked at Murong Chunlai with a smile.
"What do you want to ask?" Looking at the woman in front of him, Murong Chunlai took a deep breath and clenched his hands unconsciously.
I originally thought I could stay a little longer...
However, Zhang Qingjiu's words made Murong Chunlai's prepared remarks useless.
"Are you interested in going out with me?" Zhang Qingjiu blinked.
"What to do?" Murong Chunlai was stunned for a moment.
"Are you going for an outing?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his lips and smiled.
Outside the Jianjia courtyard, the skylark has returned.
Murong Chunlai's expression changed again and again, and finally he sneered and touched his nose, "Go!"
The carriage swaggered out of the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Now, no one in this mansion dared to stop Zhang Qingjiu in the slightest.
Murong Chunlai looked at the reins in his hand, feeling inexplicably that he had been tricked - this woman called him out just to help her drive the carriage, right?
Following Zhang Qingjiu's instructions, Murong Chunlai drove the carriage to the Qinghe River outside Shangjing City.
There are two rivers outside Shangjing City, one is Qinghe and the other is Ranshui. Along the Qinghe River are willows and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. During the Qingming Festival in the third month of the year, many talented people and beautiful ladies go out for an outing to enjoy the flowers.
But now that the Cold Food Qingming Festival has passed and late spring is approaching, there is no lively scene outside the city. There is cold water across the city. It is obviously spring, but there is an inexplicable feeling of desolation and loneliness.
Perhaps it had rained a few days ago, and the grass on the ground was growing gracefully. My shoes felt soft when I stepped on it, but I could feel a force coming out of the ground.
"The air is good." Zhang Qingjiu got down from the carriage and took a deep breath of the air that was not polluted at all.
When she came out this time, she only brought Murong Chun with her. No matter how Yunque requested, she sternly refused, saying, "How can a woman go out easily?"
Looking at the slender figure in front of her who was wearing the clothes she bought casually that day, originally just to make things difficult for her, Murong Chunlai had a helpless smile on her lips.
But, what is she doing now?
Zhang Qingjiu was seen standing there, slowly closing his eyes.
"This way." After a while, she opened her eyes and walked straight towards somewhere.
Murong Chunlai frowned and followed him.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Qingjiu finally stopped.
Ahead is the deepest part of the Qinghe River. It is said that people accidentally fall into the water and die here every year.
And on the bank of the river, a figure in blue cloth was walking forward step by step, and was about to jump off when he saw him.
Zhang Qingjiu frowned, "If you jump down, there will really be nothing left."
There was silence all around, and the sudden sound made the man's body stiffen, and he retracted the leg he had just sent out.
Seeing that the man stopped moving, Zhang Qingjiu didn't go any further, "If you're not afraid of death, why not live on?"
Perhaps Zhang Qingjiu said these words too lightly. The man by the river finally turned around, glanced at Zhang Qingjiu, and said in a desperate tone, "You said it lightly."
The wind lifted his hair, covering most of his face, but you could still see his handsome face, with clear brows and dark hair with green stripes.
It's just the despair in his eyes and the pale face that make people feel lifeless, without any trace of the moonlight breeze.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and said, "What's wrong with you and why you insist on seeking death? If someone dies, I'll be relieved, but what will happen to people who are not alive?"
"No, no one cares about my life or death." The man smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Zhang Qingjiu stared at him for a long time, then suddenly said, "We are destined to meet each other. Why don't you tell me what terrible thing happened to you that forced you to seek death?"
"Why should I tell you?" When the man saw Zhang Qingjiu like this, he suddenly became furious.
"You're not afraid of death, but you're still afraid of telling me?" Zhang Qingjiu raised the corners of his lips, looked around, Shitou sat down, clapped his hands, and sighed quietly.
Murong Chunlai looked on amused. Did this woman want to save people or seek wealth and death? After these two sentences, would this person be so excited that she turned around and jumped?
However, just when Murong Chunlai was waiting to watch the show, the man suddenly laughed up to the sky, his eyes full of sorrow, "It doesn't matter if I tell you, it's just the story of Lan Yin and Xu Guo in this world, the theater teahouse Bibi
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"Oh, it turns out he was abandoned." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and nodded clearly.
Murong Chunlai twitched the corner of his mouth. If he were this man, he would probably be so angry that he would turn around and jump down again after hearing these heart-wrenching words.