Looking at Chu Kuo's leaving figure, Chu Xun narrowed his eyes, turned his head and looked a little solemnly, "Girl, don't you really forget his old love?"
"He?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, "Do you think I'm blind?"
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu turning around and leaving after a disagreement, Chu Xun hurriedly quickened his pace to catch up with her. Although it was disrespectful to say this, it inexplicably made him feel relieved. He immediately smiled and said, "Have a good day, girl."
Generous, who provoked you?"
"No one." Zhang Qingjiu lowered his eyes, obviously smelling a familiar smell, how could it not be him?
Seeing her unwillingness to say anything, Chu Xun couldn't help but laugh. It was rare to see Zhang Qingjiu showing such a little girl's attitude. It was very new today, so he couldn't help but want to tease her more, "Then you just thought it was...
Who is coming?"
Zhang Qingjiu was startled, and then he came to his senses and realized that he had revealed his thoughts unknowingly. He immediately straightened his expression and said, "What are you talking about today?"
"Would you like to take a guess?" Chu Xun blinked, but he was no longer sensitive to the word "false words".
"Not interested." Zhang Qingjiu rolled his eyes at him and sank into his chair again, looking like he was waiting for you to speak.
Chu Xun shook his head helplessly, "Speaking of which, I have something to do with you today. The construction of the Palace of Prayer has been decided."
"I know." Zhang Qingjiu nodded.
"Did you know that this case was assigned to Xiaoba?" Chu Xun narrowed his eyes.
Zhang Qingjiu: "I know, he just came here to talk about this matter."
Chu Xun's heart tightened, "Don't get involved in this matter casually..."
"late."
"What?"
"I have promised to help him choose a location." Zhang Qingjiu glanced at Chu Xun, "You are late."
As soon as these words came out, Chu Xun's face suddenly became colorful. It took him a long time to find his words, "How could you accept this matter so hastily?"
"Not hasty." Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes.
The location of the Prayer Palace was chosen so that even if others didn't look for her, she would come looking for her. This matter would not change depending on who it was.
Since others can set up formations on the Palace of Prayer, why can’t she?
As for the person who happened to be in charge, Chu Kuo, to her, it was just a coincidence that people could come to her for help.
Things have to be done after all, and if things go smoothly and there is money to be made, why not do it?
"Don't you think about your past relationship with him? If you help him, wouldn't it be true?" Chu Xun frowned, he was really worried about Zhang Qingjiu.
"Nonsense, you seem to have a big prejudice against your nephew." Zhang Qingjiu grinned and smiled.
Chu Xun's face changed slightly, and there was a flash of discomfort in his eyes. He turned his head and coughed, "I'm just worried that if I'm bullied, some little girl will cry again."
Having said that, judging from the current situation, the only one or two people in the world who can bully Zhang Qingjiu must have smoke rising from their ancestral graves.
"You mean me?" Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips and pointed at his nose.
It was obviously just a joke, but when it fell into Zhang Qingjiu's mouth, it felt inexplicably different. Chu Xun smiled helplessly, "Be careful, and if anything happens, let me know."
"Don't worry, it's hard for him to talk about this matter." With a sly curve on his lips, Zhang Qingjiu touched the three banknotes in his arms.
If Chu Kuoruo really generously begged her to go and see him, maybe she could still take a high look at him, but now...
At the door, as soon as Chu Kuo walked out of the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the guards of the Eighth Prince's Mansion greeted him and opened the curtain respectfully.
Chu Kuo narrowed his eyes, glanced left and right, and finally looked back deeply before entering the carriage.
After the Eighth Prince's carriage left, a figure from the other side of the Prime Minister's Mansion came out to take a look, then disappeared at the entrance of the alley.
"Your Highness, His Highness the Eighth Prince has gone back." Feng Zhi stepped forward cautiously and reported back to the people in the carriage, "The Ninth Prince is inside now, would Your Highness..."
"Go home." A cold voice came from the carriage.
Feng Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then went back?
His Highness came here in such a hurry and even sent a message to the Ninth Prince. Didn't he have something important to discuss?
"Your Highness, are you sure you don't want to go in?" Feng Zhi frowned.
Chu Lan narrowed her eyes, pinched the sachet on her belt with her slender fingers, and pursed her red lips.
Feng Zhi understood what Chu Lan meant, pulled the reins and drove the carriage back.
Although he had always felt that Zhang Qingjiu was frivolous and vulgar, and not worthy of His Highness the Crown Prince, when he saw Chu Kuo coming out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he couldn't feel better.
"Wait for me." Zhang Qingjiu frowned, suddenly stood up and walked out.
"Girl, what are you doing?" Chu Xun's brows jumped sharply.
Zhang Qingjiu walked away at first, but finally picked up her skirt and started running. As soon as the guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion saw her coming out, they immediately bowed and saluted.
Looking at the empty door, a trace of suspicion flashed in Zhang Qingjiu's eyes, and he turned around and asked, "Who has been at the door?"
"His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, and the Ninth Prince," one person replied.
Who asked them? Zhang Qingjiu shook his head helplessly, went out, looked around, and finally stopped at the entrance of an alley.
The alley was empty, not a speck of dust had fallen.
At this time, Chu Xun happened to follow him. When he saw Zhang Qingjiu standing outside, looking like he was checking something, he raised his eyebrows and hurriedly stepped forward, "Girl, what are you looking for?"
"Find a cheapskate." Zhang Qingjiu snorted and looked at Chu Xun deeply.
"Stingy guy? Who?" Chu Xun twitched the corner of his mouth and pretended to look around, "There's no one there either."
"No one." Zhang Qingjiu nodded, the stingy man didn't want to be a human being.
When he left, you thought you didn't know he was here?
The smell of short-lived ghosts in the air, who else could it be but him?
Looking at Zhang Qingjiu's rather angry back, Chu Xun touched his nose and finally couldn't help but laugh.
Let's see what these two children plan to do.
He didn't know when Chu Lan, who usually stayed aloof, would become so concerned about other people's affairs.
Even the news of Chu Kuo's visit to the Prime Minister's Mansion had to be delivered to him personally.
Chu Xun pinched the note in his sleeve that an unknown "who" had sent to the mansion, telling him that Chu Kuo had gone to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Chu Xun exerted a little force, and the note instantly shattered into powder and dispersed with the wind.
No one noticed that at this moment, a black figure was sitting on the wall of the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, staring deeply at the carriage going away.
The wind lifted the tips of his hair, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his thin lips revealed a hint of bloodthirsty chill.