"Bad luck!" Feng Zhi returned to the yard and waved his sleeves in mid-air angrily.
Entering the room, I saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sitting quietly in front of the desk, his eyes lowered, as if he was deep in thought.
Thinking of Zhang Qingjiu's words just now, Feng Zhi thought he was paying attention, and his heart tightened, and he immediately said with relief: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is in good health and rich in wealth. There is no need to take that woman's nonsense to heart. No wonder His Highness the Eighth Prince doesn't look down on it either."
She is like a crazy woman."
But unexpectedly, Chu Lan just calmly raised his head and glanced at him lightly, "It's late at night, let's go to bed."
"Yes." Just as he was about to step forward to serve, Feng Zhi was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, and quickly turned around to pick up the food box placed on the small table next to him, "Your Highness, golden bird's nest soup..."
Chu Lan paused slightly when he stood up, then slowly raised his eyes, glanced at the bowl in his hand, and then looked towards the void outside.
After a long while, he chuckled, raised his legs and walked inside, "There's no need to drink tonight."
"But..." Looking at Chu Lan's back, Feng Zhi hesitated, finally sighed and put down the bowl with a frustrated look.
Ever since he served the Crown Prince when he was seven years old, His Highness has never stopped serving the golden bird's nest soup specially ordered by the Queen. This is the first time tonight.
As expected, His Royal Highness was still disturbed by that crazy woman.
Sure enough, no one in the Prime Minister’s Mansion has a good heart!
He also said that he knew the art of deduction, and let him see how this woman would humiliate herself tomorrow, and how the Prime Minister's Mansion would end this farce!
On the other side, in the courtyard of the Eighth Prince, there was a warm and fragrant soft jade beauty in his arms, and the whole room was so charming and happy.
After the clouds and rain, Zhang Qingcha lay lazily in Chu Lan's arms, her bun was messy and her eyes were as silky as silk, "Your Highness, it's getting late, I have to go back."
As soon as he made a move, Chu Kuo pulled him into his arms fiercely, "Why are you so anxious? It's still very early."
Zhang Qingcha took advantage of the situation and poured it on Chu Kuo again. He raised his eyes sadly: "Your Highness, you don't blame Chacha for what happened today, do you?"
Seeing Zhang Qingcha looking so delicate and ready to be manipulated, Chu Kuo's stomach tightened again, he turned over and pinned Zhang Qingcha under him again, and said with an evil smile: "Then it depends on your performance."
Zhang Qingcha blushed and lowered his eyes, "When will Your Majesty ask Your Majesty to grant marriage to you and me? That bitch, His Majesty, must make her pay the price!"
In order to win the trust of His Highness the Eighth Prince and get him to agree to become his concubine, she and the Eighth Prince have been together for a full year. No matter what, she must succeed this time!
"Don't worry, that bitch, huh... I will naturally have a way to deal with her. You should still serve His Highness how you want."
"ah……"
There was another burst of clouds and rain, and until the sky became slightly brighter, Zhang Qingcha, wrapped in a white cloak and a wide hood, slipped back from the path to the courtyard where the Prime Minister's family rested, and carefully explored the area before entering.
, he was visibly relieved when he saw no one else.
Little did she know that all of this started from the moment she walked in, and she was stared at by Zhang Qingjiu, who had gotten up early to practice kung fu.
The two of them lived in rooms across from each other. After returning last night, Zhang Qingjiu noticed that there was no one in the room opposite. What the owner did could be understood with a little extrapolation. However, Zhang Qingjiu did not expect that this silly sister
How could he be so impatient.
"Hey..." Zhang Qingjiu exhaled softly and shook his head helplessly, "I really don't know whether I should say you are stupid or stupid. You are still wearing a white cloak when you come back. You are not a living target.
consciousness."
At three o'clock in the morning, as the oral message reached the prime minister's courtyard, Zhang Qingjiu and Zhang Qingcha were summoned to a side courtyard again.
Although it is a side courtyard, the layout is more grand than the courtyard where they live. There are many courtiers standing on the left and right. If it weren't for the lack of dragon chairs above, it would be like going to court in the morning.
And standing at the front of the crowd...
Zhang Qingjiu's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately stepped forward to stand next to Chu Lan. He sniffed sharply and felt instantly refreshed.
Sure enough, being close to the short-lived ghost, no, being close to your own soul, even the air is extra sweet!
Chu Lan glanced lightly at the woman standing next to him, and then quickly looked away.
Zhang Qingjiu snorted softly in his heart, "You, you still pretend not to know me! I went to your yard yesterday! For the sake of your good looks, I will let you be more reserved for a while."
After finishing the slander, Zhang Qingjiu stepped forward, bowed and said loudly, "I see you, Your Majesty. I would like to thank Your Majesty for your understanding and for allowing me to be free."
As soon as these words came out, Chu Kuo was stunned and looked at Zhang Qingjiu in disbelief.
His original plan was to break off the engagement in front of the ministers on the grounds that she failed to complete the blessing ceremony in person and failed to fulfill her promise last year. Unexpectedly, she was the first to break off the engagement.
Chu Wei didn't expect that Zhang Qingjiu would say something like this before he even said anything.
Although in his heart, the engagement between the eighth prince and her would not continue, no matter what, it was not a glorious thing for the royal family for the prince to have his engagement broken off by his daughter.
Therefore, Chu Wei's original intention was to reduce big things to small matters and make small things small. When the time comes, the man and the woman will be married, and they can live well and pretend that nothing happened.
But how could Zhang Qingjiu not guess the little Jiujiu in the hearts of the father and son?
Just kidding, she said she wanted to break off the engagement, so she wanted to save face for your eighth son, no way!
As for Chu Kuo, he still wants to beat him up. Sorry, there are no windows!
She had to weld the hat of the first prince whose engagement was broken off to his head!
Moreover, if she did not promise to break off the engagement in front of all the civil and military officials, how could she continue with her next plan?
"Since you and Lao Ba really don't care about each other, I naturally won't force anyone to do anything difficult." Facing Zhang Qingjiu's sweet smile, the corner of Chu Wei's mouth twitched. Zhang Tailiu was sure that he was right about what he said last night. His daughter
Have you been weak and weak since you were young?
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhang Qingjiu raised the corner of his mouth and winked provocatively at Chu Kuo, "This way, I will feel relieved."
Chu Kuo was so angry that he almost vomited blood at the scene in front of him.
Is she reassured? Why is she reassured? Is she still afraid that she will force her to do something?
He shook his sleeves fiercely, glared at Zhang Qingjiu with a sinister look, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Do you really think that he has no way to deal with her?
Taking a deep breath, Chu Kuo stood forward and said, "Father, yesterday Miss Zhang said that she is proficient in the art of deduction. Since I happen to be here, why not ask Miss Zhang to tell the assassin who was found by His Royal Highness yesterday?"
What happened, please deduce it and tell us where the murderer is?"