The wind blew the curtains and rippled Chu Feng's sleeves as she held the cup.
She is wearing a light green dress today, which is simple and elegant. Compared with the mature and solemn look of the Prime Minister's wife in the past, she is a bit more girlish and smart.
Just like the yellow sand in the sky, the beautiful spring scenery under the setting sun is so beautiful.
After a long time, Chu Feng put down the cup in his hand and smiled, "It's all over."
Zhang Qingjiu wanted to say more, but Chu Feng stood up before her, "It's getting late, we should go back."
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and nodded.
Everyone has their own choice, and no one can wake up a person who is pretending to sleep.
Being awake is not necessarily better than pretending to be asleep.
The two got on the carriage and left. After they left, Chu Xun, who had left long ago, once again appeared at the door of the Star Reaching Tower. He stared at the carriage going away for a long time without moving until it was no longer seen.
The sun was shining brightly at noon, and the shadows condensed into a point at my feet, which could not contain my loneliness.
"Madam, Miss, you are finally back." As soon as they returned to the house, Zidie pounced over.
Chu Feng chuckled lightly, "Why are you so reckless?"
"I..." Zidie shrank her neck, "There is a guest in the house, it's Miss Sun, he said he's here to see her."
"She?" Chu Feng was stunned for a moment, remembering what happened last night, and immediately frowned, "Where is she? I will accompany you to see her."
"No need." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly and took Chu Feng's hand, "Mom, go back and rest."
After saying that, he turned around and asked Zidie to invite the people directly to his yard.
A flash of worry flashed in Chu Feng's eyes, "She's coming today..."
"I know what she is here for, don't worry mother." Zhang Qingjiu patted Chu Feng's hand and blinked.
It was expected that Sun Ningxue would come over.
Returning to Jianjia Courtyard, Zhang Qingjiu was stunned for a moment when he saw the empty doorway, "Where is the coming of spring?"
"Didn't he go out with the lady?" Yunque heard the sound and came over, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
Go out with her?
Zhang Qingjiu sneered, nodded, turned and entered the back room.
Looking at her back, Yunque couldn't help but frown. Could it be that Chun Lai didn't follow her out? Then where did he go?
In the tailor shop on the corner, Murong Chunlai sat on the Taishi chair, pinched the note in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and revealed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "After so many days, this is all you found?"
Looking at the powdery white confetti falling from their fingers, the two people below softened their legs and knelt down with a thud, "Master, this subordinate is not doing his job well, please punish me."
"Since you know that you are not doing things well, you still have to wait for me to punish you?" Murong Chunlai sneered, and the look in his eyes was a bit bloodthirsty.
The two glanced at each other, and both saw fear in each other's eyes. They gritted their teeth and took out a crescent moon dagger from their arms. As soon as the cold light passed, blood splashed.
Their faces instantly turned pale as paper, but neither one of them dared to speak out. They gritted their teeth and said, "Master, please give me more time. This subordinate will definitely..."
"You don't need to check her anymore." Murong Chunlai's eyes glanced at the two severed fingers on the ground. There was no emotion in his eyes, "Where are they?"
"According to the news from my family, I have already mixed up with the caravan and set off." The two replied.
"Yeah." Murong Chunlai raised his eyebrows and stood up slowly, "Since we are a caravan, it is not surprising to encounter robbers on the road."
"Master means..." One of them raised his head, met Murong Chunlai's gaze, and immediately lowered his eyes, "I understand! Master, please rest assured!"
Murong Chunlai snorted softly. If you dare to poison him, you must be prepared to die without a burial place!
Seeing Murong Chunlai getting up and about to leave, another person raised his head and stopped talking: "Now that the master's poison has been cured, why don't we go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion again? The mission the master has given us..."
"When will it be your turn to take care of my affairs?" Murong Chunlai turned his head quietly.
When they met those sinister eyes, the two of them gasped, "I don't dare."
Murong Chunlai hummed softly and glanced at the hanging clothes, "There is no need to stay in this shop."
In the Jianjia courtyard.
"Miss Sun." Looking at the slim woman in blue in the yard, Zhang Qingjiu walked forward quickly.
Suddenly hearing a voice from behind, Sun Ningxue immediately turned around and was still stunned for a moment when she saw Zhang Qingjiu, "You...have met Mr. Zhang."
"You're welcome, this isn't the first time we've met." Zhang Qingjiu waved his hand and walked toward the back room, saying, "If you have anything to say, come in and talk."
Looking at that upright and straightforward figure, Sun Ningxue, who was originally anxious, couldn't help but smile and nodded, and quickly followed.
Yes, you’re already here, why do you think so much?
Seeing the person in front of her enter the house and then sit on the imperial concubine's couch without any scruples, and neatly pull out the hairpin on her head, letting out the black hair all over her head, the gentle smile on Sun Ningxue's face was slightly startled.
Zhang Qingjiu: "Miss Sun, what do you want from me?"
When she looked at her like this, Sun Ningxue immediately lowered her head, but thinking about her words and deeds, she couldn't help but laugh, "Don't you, Mr. Xiao Zhang, know what I am here for?"
"Not everyone is interested in doing it." Zhang Qingjiu glanced at her, "Besides, you didn't pay any money today."
Sun Ningxue was startled, so she admitted her identity so bluntly?
Thinking of her shock when she discovered in the main hall that Mr. Xiao Zhang, who had become famous in recent times, was the same Zhang Xiaoxian she met in the Zhaixing Tower that day, Sun Ningxue took a deep breath.
It's also my fault that I didn't have the eyesight to recognize that the handsome man was actually a woman disguised as a man.
She took out a stack of silver notes from her sleeves and placed it on the table. Sun Ningxue saluted Zhang Qingjiu, "This is one thousand taels. Please forget about the events of the day, Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at the banknotes on the table and said, "I won't accept your money."
"Master Xiao Zhang!" Sun Ningxue was anxious, "I..."
"I don't accept your money because I have no reason to accept it." Zhang Qingjiu turned her eyes faintly. As a deduction expert, she was not willing to be tainted with cause and effect casually.
"I just ask you..."
"As long as you don't tell me what happened that day, no fourth person will know about it." Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, "The third person is your maid."
Sun Ningxue was startled suddenly, and her tense face finally relaxed, "What do you mean, Master Xiao Zhang?"
"Don't think too deeply, it's just the literal meaning." Zhang Qingjiu said, licking the hanging black hair with his fingers.
Hearing this, Sun Ningxue finally breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked uneasily, "But your sister..."
The main reason why she came here today was because of Zhang Qingcha's matter.
"Instead of talking about her, why don't you tell me why you decided to marry Chu Kuo? Isn't it a good idea to break off the engagement and live together with your sweetheart?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyes lightly, his eyes clear and insightful.